Hi, my name is Jorge, and I wanted to ask you something about hierarchy.
I am 40, have always been dominant, but finding your site gave me language to understand what I am. Thanks for that. After reading some of the posts here, I understand that I am a protector Alpha. I have been using fags for more than 20 years now, since high school, today I am happily married to a very submissive 31 year-old guy, and now I understand that he is my faggot. He cooks and cleans for me, and I make sure to breed him many times a week.
But enough about me. I really wanna know your opinion about something else. I am a college professor, and I teach multiple first-year classes every year, which means that I am constantly dealing with 18 and 19-year-old young men recently arrived from high school. I don’t know how old you are, Sam, but when I was in college in the early 2000s, there were only two possible outcomes for when a faggot entered college: the Alphas would fuck the fag (as I did), or the Alphas would bully him (as sadly many guys used to do). Nowadays, however, I have seen a very different dynamic in this younger generation. Many straight Alphas treat the fags with a lot of respect, really taking care of them. I don’t know if they fuck the fags in their parties when their girlfriends are not around. They probably do, but that’s not the point. What I mean is that there seem to be a whole generation of Alphas who understand their role and responsibility. I constantly see straight guys from the soccer team, in a context that has everything to be hyper masculine and homophobic, writing supportive comments in the posts of some faggots and femboys. Last semester we had a student (a very delicate and feminine gay) who broke his leg and wore a cast for months, and I saw straight students with Alpha energy helping him to go upstairs countless times, there were four or five guys, all of them straight and hypermasculine, who basically adopted the fag while he was recovering.
Do you think something is changing? Do you have the same impression that Alphas born from 2006 on tend to respect fags much more than 20 or 30 years ago? I mean, Alphas have used fags since the beginning of times, but I think that straight Alphas are more and more aware of how to take of the weak, even if they don’t use the fags sexually.
Master Jorge, thank you for writing to me!
First of all, I’m so glad you found this site and discovered the words and meanings behind your natural behaviors throughout your life! It’s always amazing to meet Alphas like you who just acted naturally and did what instinct told them to do without any influence, yet you epitomize Alphahood in its purest form! Thank you for sharing those details about your life, Master!
I love that you are in the PERFECT place to really witness the hierarchical changes in both Alphas and faggots (and their interactions) at that age! And you’re an intelligent Alpha, so you can really see it clearly and even address it!
I absolutely agree that there has been a sea-change in how Alphas and faggots interact these days. It’s essentially due to the internet and the proliferation of truth. I’ve always lived by a saying I made up years ago: “Where there is more knowledge, there is less hate.” The fact that particularly straight Alphas have access to knowledge about the truth of homosexuality and the vital resource fags can be has changed everything. This understanding has come not just from the internet, but also the large number of TV shows and movies demonstrating how hot gay romance can be. And let’s not forget about hierarchical porn, which has finally broken from the reciprocal-sex bullshit that studio porn forced on everyone for decades. Amateur porn has shown that Alphas exist and they roughly use faggots, even abusively. It’s a realistic portrait of what the hierarchical dynamic looks like, and Men are finding it incredibly hot!
And while I’m at it, I’ll give a shout-out to findom as well. There’s no doubt that many young straight Alphas have been come to know hierarchy through findom, and once they experience the high of being tributed vast sums of money simply for being superior, they are addicted. Many straight Alphas jack off to their faggots worshiping them!
For young straight Alphas in many parts of the world, the ownership of a faggot is like a status symbol. It shows off an Alpha’s power and lordship. But even more than that, I think straight Alphas now realize that they are entitled to whatever kinds of pleasures or forms of worship offered to them. They want an unlimited kingdom serving them!
Just like you, Master, my site sits in the confluence of all of these tidal forces that are changing Alphas and faggots. I see the same effects that you do, Master. Honestly, when I first started this site in 2015, one of my stated goals was to get more straight Alphas to see the hierarchical truth about their own existence and everything that is available to them by owning/using faggots. I am not claiming I’ve been that agent of such a massive perspective shift, but there’s no doubt my site has been a meditation spot on the road to that understanding. In the end, I think I’ve exceeded my stated goal.
In fact, it’s a joyful miracle that, 11 years later, you were able to come here and learn more about yourself and your faggot partner and that I was able to meet such an incredible Alpha as you, Master! Thank you very much for writing to me! Hopefully you will have more to share!
The following post is part of a thread following the submission of a faggot named Ethan to an experienced black Master known as King Karter. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
The last we heard from Ethan, he was preparing to serve King Karter and a bunch of his Alpha BNWO brothers over the Fourth of July holiday in America. When I didn’t hear back from him, I figured he was either in the hospital recovering, or had been split in half and buried in a shallow grave. Let’s face it: black Alphas are not gentle, especially with faggots.
But then I remembered how much King Karter, Ethan’s Owner, cherished his newest faggot. And King Karter would always make sure his favorite toys are well tended and cared for!
But now, more than a month later, Ethan returns to share the wild details of the greatest holiday he’s ever experienced! Buckle up:
Hi Sam,
I am very sorry for not emailing you after the cookout in July. But I have had a lot of dates since then, partially to make up for the time I had to take off for finals and the time I will take off for the first two weeks of school so I can get a schedule down. I also had to submit this email to King Karter 4 times until he finally approved it; he had me edit a lot out that I wanted to tell you.
I will get to what happened at the party first. (I will tell you what I can) First, the party started on Saturday, the 4th of July. #1, and another fag that was owned by another King, and I got there around 10:00. They rented out a large Airbnb with a pool, hot tub, and a BBQ, with a decent-sized bar inside that was part of the kitchen. I manned the bar and set it up while number 1 and the other fag got the food together and started setting up the rest of the house with lube, sex toys, and other items. They started marinating the meats and making the mac and cheese, pasta and potato salads, and a few other foods that were already prepared when the first group of Kings and a few other faggots started arriving. King Karter could not arrive until later in the evening because he had to work, and #3 also had to come later because of his work.
When we arrived, we were told we had to wear either a very small string jockstrap or a lace panty thong. I chose the jockstrap as I don’t really like wearing girly stuff. We had to wear them at all times unless a king pulled them off, but then we had to put them back on after they were done with us. We also still had to stay locked at all times, of course, so I was locked all 4th weekend, and we had to refer to all of the Kings as “Daddy.” A lot of them liked that, so the other Kings said it was a rule. It was a four-bedroom house, and one of the bedrooms had two twin beds where we faggots could sleep or take our break times. Even though we had break times, there were many times when I would be asleep because I was so exhausted, and then I would just wake up with a huge dick in my mouth or one sliding up my hole. We didn’t have time to really sleep because even if we were on our “break time,” we were still used. There were, in all, about 9 Kings that came and went; most stayed most of the weekend. With 6 of us faggots. The group was originally going to leave on Monday the 6th, but they were having such a good time that the King that got the place called the manager and had the stay extended until Wednesday the 8th. I had to go to work on Tuesday and Wednesday, but I would go back there to help in the evening and to help clean up on Wednesday afternoon.
I managed most of the bar, along with serving drinks and food, cleaning up after them, and giving massages, along with any other needs like laundry and anything else they needed. There was a huge walk-in shower in the main Master suite bedroom where, instead of having one degnated urinal fag for a given time like the last party, the Kings wanted to have like a huge piss bukkake times, so they would pick a faggot pull them into the walk-in shower, we would get on our knees and the Kings would all stand around us in like a circle and piss on us like a bukkake just with piss, we would then have to keep our mouth open and try to drink as much of it as we could. If there was only one King that needed to piss, he would ask around and try to get others to join in. They would pull whoever (faggot) they liked or who was the closest. But I noticed some would pull certain faggots more often. After they were all done, the fag would have to lick up the floor as much as he could, and after the kings all left, we could shower and rinse off so we didn’t smell of piss the whole weekend. They originally wanted to do it outside, but some of the Kings were concerned the neighbours might see or hear it and call the cops or the owner of the place.
We also each had to spend time in the Master suite with a huge King Bed, blindfolded for sometimes hours at a time, and let anyone that came in use us. We were not allowed to remove the sleeping mask until our owners came back into the room to tell us our time was up. That part was a little nerve-racking because I could not tell who was coming and going, who was fucking my mouth or ass. Well, I could tell sometimes by their voice and the way they handled me, like King Karter, of course, especially if I had been used by them before on dates, or at the party. For some, it was more difficult. It was harder, because if I could see and know who I was serving, I could do what I knew they liked. But when you’re just there on all fours on a bed and all of a sudden you have a dick in your mouth and just start sucking, it is hard to tell if they like what you are doing, if they like a lot of tongue or more lips, or more spit, if they like me licking their balls a lot, or strokes with my tongue, or long, deep throat. Sometimes they had me close my eyes under the sleeping mask; they would then pull it up, and then they would paint my face with a few loads of cum and put the mask back on. Then when I would open my eyes again under the sleeping mask, the cum would start to run in my eyes and burn my eyes. Also, they would like to get really rough during those times, with a lot of verbal humiliation, like name-calling and slapping. Which I didn’t mind.
But, there was this brand new faggot named Evan. He came with another King. Evan is just a 19y/o twink, dirty/blond, blue-eyed with a tan, tight body, and a huge flirt and fun guy. He had never been exposed to this kind of party before, so I think it kind of freaked him out a bit. After his time in the Master suite, he spent a lot of time in the bathroom; I didn’t notice it until #1 came over to me and asked me to go talk to him because he might need someone to talk to. I wasn’t sure what I could do, but I said Yeah, sure. I knocked on the door and asked if he was good. I could hear he had been crying a bit. And I asked if I could come in. I didn’t know him well; we had just met like a day before. So I felt kind of uncomfortable because I didn’t know what to say. I just asked if he was good and what was wrong. He said he didn’t think this kind of thing was what he was going to do. His King and he had just been fucking for about the last 4 months, and this was the first time he had been with more than one guy at the same time, even though he had been getting fucked since he was 14. I think the time in the Master suite was like an experience he wasn’t ready for; he was a bit scared and intimidated. I didn’t blame him; I was too, and I had been to another party like this before. He knew that he would get fucked by other men before he came, but he didn’t know he would be blindfolded and just used like that. I told him a little bit about my experiences and being shared (I left out the part where the men pay King Karter for it) He was in shook a bit of some of the things I told him, But I also told him it was possibly the greatest experience I have had in my life, that King Karter takes care of me, and watches over me to make sure no one hurts me, has helped me change my life, and helped me fulfill my purpose, the times I get to do chores for him or clean for him and I also get to please not only him but many of his friends, it was worth it, I asked him what he liked the best about surviving his King, Evan said, he obviously loved the sex, he also felt his King made him feel safe and wanted, he loved the force and strength his King had when using him. I told him to focus on those things and not let the other stuff bother him so much, so that he will get used to it soon. Not to freak out and abandon his new King because once he gets used to it, he will probably love everything about it too, like I do. He had a big smile and hugged me after. I think he felt a lot better. I told him if he wanted to talk after the cookout and hang out. Since then, we have hung out a few times, and we have talked on the phone and texted multiple times a week. He has been feeling better about everything. I also told him about your website and Discord. He was shocked because he had never heard of you before and didn’t think this kind of thing was so widespread. He is a cute guy, and I know he will serve many alphas well. I don’t know if he has joined the Discord yet, but he has read many of the stories and figured out which one was mine. He was shocked by the date thing at first, but he said he does not know if he would be able to do it if his King would ask him to. He is still serving him and does not regret any of it anymore, and it has since been shared a few more times, but he is not bothered by it anymore. I think the first time being blindfolded and having random dudes you don’t know use you was a hard intro to being a real faggot.
After King Karter read that part in my previous drafts, he said he was proud of me helping another faggot. He said from what Evan’s King told him, he was sure that we would see Evan again at another party. I think he will still need more time to get used to all of it, but I know he will get used to it.
Anyways, I will wrap it up. Other than the party, I have been going on a lot of other dates to make up for the time I can’t do it during school or when I have finals. I will be starting my last year here. Don’t know if I will stay to get a master’s in business; I think it’s kind of a waste of time. My job is going well, though, and King Karter said he might have big plans for us for next summer if everything goes well this year. But he doesn’t want to spoil the surprise. Now I want to know, but I might have to wait a whole year!
Ok, thanks, Sam! I hope you had a good Summer.
Love,
Ethan #5
As I’ve emphasized many times on this site, there are plenty of Alpha groups across America and around the world that host parties where they share their faggots. Some of these are gay Alphas, but more often they are straight or bisexual Alphas who own fags. Yes, I know it sounds like fantasy (or porn), but it 100% really happens. Alphas like the opportunity to bond sexually with each other, sharing power together, and they know the truest expression of that is by using faggots together. These Alphas like to hold court together and be treated like Emperors.
Or did you think King Karter used the title “King” just for effect?
I’m so proud of Ethan for maintaining his composure and service level throughout the entire extended party, through the mid-sleep rapes, etc. It’s not easy to stay in the moment when you’re constantly being hunted by that many giant black dicks!
Just ask poor Evan!
Again, I am so proud of Ethan for taking on that mentor faggot role in order to comfort his inexperienced brother! I knew Ethan was a mentor fag, and this was his moment to shine! It’s REALLY not easy to try to talk someone down in the middle of a high-stress function like this party, but Ethan did a good job getting Evan to talk and reason out about his purpose. It’s no wonder King Karter singled out that part for praise!
You know, I remember when King Karter first took ownership of Ethan, and how overwhelmed Ethan was by the experience. To see King Karter’s training and care yield such fine fruits is truly wonderful. It glorifies his Master, and demonstrates Ethan’s maturity and value! There aren’t many faggots as impressive as Ethan in the world! I’m glad he’s finding such blissful fulfillment in King Karter’s service!
Thank you, Ethan, for continuing to share your journey! And thank you King Karter for allowing him to share it!
I’ve been following your blog for years now, and I absolutely love it. It has helped me so much in becoming a better fag, and I feel like I’m a pretty good one. But apparently, I put my trust in the wrong alpha. I recently tested positive for HSV-2, and the alpha who gave it to me never told me that he was positive. The worst part is that I’ve never had an outbreak, so I don’t even know if I have it in the genital area or orally, which is apparently possible. I feel like this has stolen a huge part of myself, and I’ve been falling into a depression because of it.
Even though I’m on medication and have never had an outbreak, I still worry that I could transmit it to someone. The last thing I ever want to do is give this to someone else. I’m scared that I’ll never be able to serve an alpha again. It’s really been weighing heavily on me, and I honestly don’t know how to move past it.
sincerely,
fag D
Thank you for writing, brother!
I’m so sorry that this happened to you! The Alpha that infected you should be shamed and/or prosecuted!
But unlike him, you are being responsible by taking medication to control the virus. These meds will greatly reduce your chance of giving it to another person. And given that you are an asymptomatic carrier, I think the likelihood that you’d ever infect someone else is probably zero.
Bear in mind that people with HIV (a vastly more dangerous infection) can manage their disease now through medication and can have unprotected sex without risk of transmission. If they can with HIV, you can, too!
In other words, you’ll be able to serve Alphas just fine, brother, Remember, an estimated 520 million people have HSV-2 worldwide. You are FAR from alone!
Brother, are you familiar with the Netflix series Heartstopper? It is a really sweet queer show, but now that the characters are older the show talks about sex more openly. They had a perfect opportunity to show a relationship between a faggot and a protector Alpha. But they decided to include scenes of the Alpha bottoming for his skinny fagot in order to “challenge gender stereotypes”.
Do you have any thoughts on this? Am I the only who thinks this choice has ruined an otherwise beautiful story about hierarchy?
Thank you for writing, brother!
I haven’t seen the show, so I can’t really comment on that part. However, what you describe is exactly the problem I have with the whole forced notion of “equality” that infects society. It’s a false narrative that I will fight until the day I die.
Hi sam, Many thanks for your answer to my question about handling personal life and service to a Master. The MASTER i’m in contact with online said the same thing but i guess HE wanted me to hear it from someone else, especially an experienced sub like you 🙂 i’ll do my best to find the right Master. i’m surprised however that you say that France is the country with more powerful Alphas per square kilometer than you’ve ever known. What makes you say that? i saw many findom Masters (though i don’t consider most of them like “masters” because they only care for the money) but no so many real Masters… Also, i’d like to add one more question, as you’ve been really nice to me: what is, according to you, the best way to find a Master when you’re a beginner in France? Many thanks again for taking time to answer me. i wish you a great day. faggot didier (as the MASTER i’m chatting with calls me and i love it)
I said that about France because of the number of French Alphas I’ve chronicled on this site over the years, the number of French Alphas and Masters (not cashmasters) I communicate with on X and elsewhere. They all seem to be much more attuned to hierarchy in France than any other country.
To find a Master in France (or anywhere), it starts with your immediate circle of contacts. Think about the Men you regularly come into contact with or personally know. Are any of them Men you’d like to serve? Then make yourself useful to those Men, be complimentary, be submissive to them. When you feel comfortable enough with them and think there is a possibility, you offer your services as their faggot. You can use my “Letter To An Alpha” or my book “May I Serve You, Sir?” to make that conversation possible.
If you try this, you’ll find success. I promise! Especially in France!
The following post is part of a larger thread chronicling a single mother named Sophie who is raising a blossoming 16-year-old God Alpha named Master Lucas. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
One of the enduring legacies I wish for this site is that it teaches as many people as possible the truth about hierarchy, and that the truth they embrace fulfills them in the most important of ways. Of course, this site is mainly about how faggots unlock hierarchical power within straight and gay Men.
However women, although not a direct part of Male hierarchy, are also affected by it. If anything, women of the last 100 years have been actively resisting Male hierarchy in the pursuit of autonomy and equality, and this has led to a breakdown of natural Male/female roles and purposes. What a shame. I’ve preached it forever: if women just accepted their place beneath the natural reign of a Man, they would be so much happier and more fulfilled.
Of course, when I used to write that about women on Tumblr I received death threats.
You might remember Queen Sophie, the extraordinary mother of a young God Alpha named Master Lucas. She’s the one who originally contacted me about how her son owned faggots who were literally worshiping him and serving him.
What was most exciting about her letter was the fact that she didn’t write to me out of fear, but of PRIDE. Here was a woman who understood hierarchy in a primal way. SHE GOT IT. And even though Sophie is a strong woman, she admitted that she yearned to find an Alpha she could honor, love, and worship.
Well, I’m proud to say Queen Sophie has indeed found her King!
On July 20th I received the following message from her:
And maybe by then I’ll have another man in my life, and this one will be a partner and a lover… At least, if things turn out the way I hope they will with Raphael, the man I met through work and have started seeing. I’ll tell you all about it if it comes up, my good sam. For now, let me just say that the man seems to possess all the qualities of a true Alpha… and that he awakens a part of my womanhood that has remained latent for a long time. The part willing to submit to who deserves it.
Anyway, thank you again, sam the faggot. You are a good boy!
So I was pretty excited to hear that there was a new Alpha on the horizon for her. But nothing could prepare for what was to come!
Finally Queen Sophie returned with the following update:
My good boy sam,
Oh my dear! I’m almost shaking with emotion as I’m writing. I definitely need to tell you about my love life! I think it might be of interest for you, as it features a clear Alpha male. I’m sorry if what I’m about to write sounds like a long, sappy romance novel… but I can’t help but put down in writing what I’ve experienced over the past few weeks, leading up to a great moment last weekend!
A while back, my company worked on a joint project with another one. As a team leader, I worked with several colleagues from that other firm during various work meetings. Their own manager was Raphael, the new man in my life.
Raphael is a Black man. He is tall, bald, with a face of amazing virile beauty and a muscular body that shines even through his suit. He exudes charisma, confidence, and a natural authority. To be honest, when first saw him, my womanhood kicked in right away like it hasn’t done in years! Even though I was doing my best to remain professional and look out for the best interests of my company and my team, I was overwhelmed by an instinctive respect and admiration for this man.
That’s why I naturally called him “Sir”, even though the usual practice is to address one another by first names or, at most, “Mr/Mrs Surname”. Right after our first meeting, when we spoke privately afterwards, he said to me: “You can call me Raphael, beauty.” All I could answer was: “Thank you, Sir. I mean, Raphael.”
Our team meetings often turned into a conversation between the two of us, a mixture of verbal sparring and flirting… I made a point of demonstrating my authority and competence, and we’d banter back and forth. I sometimes found it hard to keep my composure in the face of his charming smile…
I remember one time when, after a presentation I thought was flawless, Raphael congratulated me before pointing out a mistake I’d made, in a tone that was at once calm, firm, and seductive. I blushed and stammered “Oh well, yes… Thank you for fact-checking it, Raphael, Sir.” After the meeting, one of his assistants came over to tease me about what had happened, saying that his boss was always spot-on when it came to detecting mistakes. Raphaël overheard us and came to my defense: “Don’t be too cocky, boy. She’s smarter than you’ll ever be. You could be her lapdog.” The assistant left, looking quite sheepish, while I told “Thank you, Sir. Raphael, that is.” He said “You’re welcome, beauty. I meant it.” and I blushed.
Before long, we found ourselves meeting up for drinks after work (and he always refused to let me pay, no matter how much I insisted, so I let him treat me).. We chatted about everything, business, politics, culture… Every time, I was impressed by the depth of his intelligence and his knowledge, combined with his commanding charm. I did my best not to be outdone and to show him my own worth, even though I was completely captivated by his face. His gaze and his smile conveyed a mix of attention, respect, amusement, and something indefinable that gave me butterflies in my stomach.
After our professional partnership ended and we no longer had any reason to see each other at work, Raphael asked me for my personal contact information. “Give me your private number, so I can invite you out for dinner whenever I want to.” I did it while trying to act as nonchalant as I could, even though my heart was pounding in my chest.
And that’s how, last Saturday afternoon, out of nowhere, I received the following text message: “Cancel whatever you have planned for tonight. I’ll pick you up at your place. Dress nicely. Be ready without fail at 8 p.m. Raphael.” My first thought was “You entitled cocky man! What if I had plans? You expect me to just obey you?” And of course, I obeyed him. I got dressed up like I hadn’t in years and waited anxiously for him.
When he arrived, Raphael sized me up with a knowing look and said, “Perfect. You did what I told you. You’re even more beautiful than ever.” I blushed and thanked him… I felt like a teenager again! He took me by taxi to a fancy restaurant where he had reserved the best table. What a magical evening! The most romantic one I’ve ever experienced. The chemistry between us is so natural, filled with sincere compliments and playful banter.
As dinner was coming to an end, Raphael leaned toward me and whispered to me. “Can I tell you how I really feel? You are an outstanding woman. You’re gorgeous, you’re proud, fierce, strong, smart.” I began to thank him and I was about to compliment him back, but then he interrupted me and added “But with me, you’re gonna be special. I’m going to turn you into my obedient slut.” As you can imagine, I was caught off guard! But I regained my composure and replied nonchalantly, “Well, I’m curious to see that. Challenge accepted.”
When he walked me home, I casually invited him up for one last drink. Without going into details, we started kissing right away and continued into the bedroom. And it turns out Raphael isn’t just as good a lover as I thought he was: he’s even better. How can I tell you how I felt when he entered me? Seven inches of pure raw virility inside of me… I have to say, I’m relieved that Lucas is at summer camp! I’d be embarrassed if my son heard his mother’s screams of pleasure…
While he was having his way with me, I said to Raphael, “Keep going! Don’t you dare stop!” So he looked me straight in the eyes and said, “Watch your manners, my love. If you want more, you have to beg for it.” Without thinking, I yielded right away. “Please, I beg you! Keep going, don’t stop! I beg you, Sir, it feels so good! Please!” Then he smiled and obliged, saying “That’s better. Good girl.”
It was the most wonderful night of love I can remember. I fell asleep on his muscular chest while he stroked my hair. The next morning, he left early. As he was getting dressed, he kissed me in bed as I was waking up and whispered, “I’ll be waiting for you to contact me if you want to do this again. Looking forward to hearing from you. Don’t dsappoint me, love. Prove your loyalty to your new master.”
So now, my good sam, the ball is in my court. I’m taking my time, but I know I won’t be able to resist for long before I beg him to favour me once again. I also know that I must not blow this step. I feel the time has come to surrender. To give myself and to submit to him. I think this weekend I’ll invite him over for dinner, where I’ll cook for him and wait on him at the table. I’m also thinking of greeting him in a sexy outfit, possibly on my knees, and swearing obedience to him. Maybe even kissing his feet… I don’t know. I need to think it over.
Anyway, my dear servant sam, if you ever decide that this story is worth sharing on your site, I would greatly appreciate it if you could delay its publication until Saturday. You know, just in case. I also need to have a word with Lucas on the phone first, I’d rather he hear what he needs to know from me. He hasn’t met Raphael yet, even though I briefly mentioned our dates with him. Maybe one day he could become his stepdad… But let’s not get ahead of ourselves!
Here’s what I wanted to share with you, my good sam! Thank you for being such a trusted confidant for me, as well as a preceptor and worshipper for my son Lucas.
Warm regards,
Your Queen Sophie
As you might imagine, I was floored by this letter. It was clear that Sophie had come upon a true God Alpha who has completely embraced his role as a King among Men.
Even better, Sophie allowed herself to be taken by Master Raphael, easily submitting to his power. She did everything right, but now she was looking for advice from me to really make a powerful statement of submission for him. So I advised her on what to do for their next date.
Read what she wrote about her next date, and see if you can identify my teaching in her actions:
My good sam,
Please my good sam, do publish my story! I need to share with the world my awe for Raphael!
Last thursday, I sent him a message :
“Dear Raphael, Sir,
Would you grant me the honor to come and dine at my place tomorrow night?
Very respectfully,
Sophie”
He replied positively. Last night, he came into my apartment; the door was already open when he arrived. I came out of my room wearing an elegant but simple evening gown, my shoulders bare. I was glad to catch all his attention. He remains calm but was clearly very pleased and appreciative. He looked me up and down and said “You are so beautiful, my love.”
Then, I knelt down before him and I said the words I had been rehearsing for hours. “Raphael, my beloved Master, I must apologize. I didn’t treat you with all the respect I owe you. You are a king amongst men and I am so grateful you have chosen to honor me. My home is yours and I will cook whatever you want in the kitchen and do whatever you want in bed.” Then I bowed down until my forehead touched the ground at his feet.
I think I heard some kind of roar of delight! Raphael said “Such a good girl. Get up on your knees.” I sat up, kneeling facing him. “You know your duty” he said, and I understood. I carefully pulled his cock out of his pants. What a thrill to see this tremendous trophy of manhood! I did my best to worship it, even though it was difficult. His moans of pleasure made me vibrate with happiness! His cum was delicious!
I then took off his jacket and shoes and led him to the table, where I served him the meal I’d spent the whole day preparing. I took great care of him throughout his dinner. I then offered to give him a massage on the couch, which he accepted. I massaged his shoulders, his back, and then, at his request, his feet. He remained stoic and laconic for a long time, but then he said to me, “You’re the best woman I’ve ever met.” Flattered, I tenderly kissed his bare feet and thanked him.
Then he said “How badly do you want me to make love to you?” I answered: “With all my heart. I beg you, Sir! Please!” He leaned down and grabbed my chin “Good. My cock does want your pussy again” and then he kissed me.
I can’t tell you in detail about the wonderful night of sex we had and all the orgasms he gave me, my screams of pleasure, and his roars of triumph. This morning, I woke up nestled in his arms and resting my head on his chest. I kissed his pecs and thanked him profusely. “Thank you so, so much…” I kept saying. Raphael told me “You treated me like the king I am. I rewarded you accordingly.” My heart was leaping with joy.
As he was leaving, Raphael promised me that he would invite me over to his place soon to give me a glimpse into his own life. I can’t wait to see him again! My good sam, I finally feel like a woman again! I haven’t felt this happiness of being taken and dominated since Lucas’s father!
I talked to Lucas about Raphael and let him know that I’d be sharing details about my personal and sex life on your site. So it’s totally fine for you to publish this. I’m really looking forward for Lucas and Raphael to meet!
How thrilling is that???
I’m so proud of my Queen Sophie for submitting so profoundly to Master Raphael! There are revealing moments in this account that I think all submissives (female or faggot) should deeply ponder over. For instance, when Sophie knelt at his feet, Master Raphael “roared with delight”! That’s because Alphas have a natural need to be worshiped. This is not hyperbole. Once we recognize that and apply it, so many possibilities unlock! Faggots generally understand this, but women generally have no clue.
Also note that Master Raphael thanked her for “treating him like the King he is”. Real, fully-actualized Alphas know their place and accept nothing less. A true Alpha doesn’t need us to tell them they’re Alpha. He expects us to accept it and treat him accordingly!
This is such a powerful and important story because it proves that hierarchy isn’t a fetish for perverted gays, but rather, it’s a very real power dynamic that is predictable and impactful across all of humankind.
I told Queen Sophie that Master Raphael and Master Lucas will have some amazing conversations once they meet, as they both have ways to advise the other on how to grow even more powerful!
I thank and praise Queen Sophie for sharing her story! It’s my great honor to know her and Master Lucas, and their glorification continues to be part of my privilege as their faithful faggot!
