This blowjob by @DancesWithLeos is scorching hot because of the intense, dominant verbal commands of God Alpha @Jagger_Rambo! It’s a MASTER CLASS on how to talk to your faggots! The whole video is hot, but I had to highlight this!
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Becoming A King
This post is part of a thread following the development of a straight French Alpha named David who discovered that his roommate Vincent is really a faggot. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
On tonight’s podcast episode I made one really bold assertion regarding the mushrooming experiences of Master David: faggots are the key to making a straight Alpha even more powerful than other Alphas, more powerful than any ordinary Man that has ever lived.
How do they do it? Well, faggots worship and serve without question or expectation of reward. They humbly accept whatever violence or aggression that comes from serving powerful Men. They obediently follow commands verbal or otherwise without argument.
They treat a Man as he was meant to be treated: as the image of God.
Now, a straight Alpha can get some of that through owning/using faggots financially and domestically, but it’s in the sexual use of faggots that deeper levels of power are achieved. Why? Because it’s through the sexual use of a faggot that a straight Alpha realizes he’s honestly above all of the labels constraining lesser Men. They realize they can literally have anything they desire on command for the rest of their life.
That’s where Master David is now.
After his startling discovery of faggot blowjobs, I knew he wasn’t stopping. So I waited impatiently for a follow-up to that first night. And when it came, it didn’t disappoint:
This morning, I had my morning wood, and when I woke up I went straight to Vincent’s room to force his mouth on my dick. Once gain, he thanked me a lot. Then, I just felt like spitting on him and calling him my bitch. Again, he thanked me. Later, I pissed on him. You know what he did? Yeah, you’re damn right. He thanked me.
I just can’t believe I masturbated the first time. Such an idiot. Fucking a submissive throat is just so good, and so manly. I think I’ll never have to jerk off alone. It’s better to ejaculate on or inside someone else!
I fucking love how much Vincent is willing to please me. No matter how harsh I am on him, he keeps crawling back to me, begging to serve me more! Are you faggots just genetically designed to be slaves? That’s crazy. And hot.
You can sense the wild-eyed wonder swirling inside Master David as his world opens up into a new reality! The knowledge that inferiors will not only serve him regardless of his extreme desires, but they’ll also do it with deep respect and gratitude! Even pissing on a faggot like Vincent doesn’t stop him from serving! That’s pure power!
But then Master David mentions something very important, a discovery that underscores exactly what I’ve always said about straight Alphas who use faggots sexually. Notice this discovery:
I’m starting to notice other’s people submissive behavior with me. Lowering their eyes, deferring to me, praising me… I wonder which other people I could have kiss my feet and slave away for me like Vincent does now. Guess I’ll only know if I try!
I am more and more feeling like an actual King.
This is the Third Eye of Hierarchy, a kind of second sight that allows a straight Alpha to see through the facades and phony personas adopted by inferiors to protect themselves. Instead, their vulnerabilities and submissive natures are openly-exposed by this second sight, and suddenly the straight Alpha sees he can use anybody anywhere at anytime.
That’s Master David tonight. He’s growing more powerful, more unconquerable, more unstoppable.
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Hierarchy 268 – When Straight Alphas Fuck Faggots
Master David’s example shows straight Alphas can use faggots sexually and remain straight!
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This post is part of a thread following a faggot in California named Danny who slowly discovered his faghood and has begun serving a straight Alpha. CLICK HERE to read all of the posts in this thread in chronological order!
It usually takes straight Alphas some time to adjust service from a faggot. They struggle to reconcile the extreme pleasure with their concept of their own masculinity. It’s a process, but ultimately most straight Alphas eventually come to accept faggot service as a vital aspect of their sexual expression.
My dear brother Danny has been serving a straight Alpha named Matthew for several months now. I last spoke with him in September, and really didn’t know how things were progressing. Then the other day I heard from him again, and it sounds like Master Matthew has made that final adjustment.
Not a huge amount has changed. I am still in grateful service to my King (he prefers this term to ‘Master’). We had a couple of little bumps where he decided to stop, in part I think because he has a girlfriend.
So for a short time he stopped making use of me completely, and for another short period he only used me for chores but stopped having me serve him sexually. I was happy to follow his wishes, though I felt rejected at the time.
But my patience paid off, he trusts me – and the situation – more than ever, and I am in full service to him as his loyal and obedient faggot. He’s also using me harder than ever, and he’s becoming more experimental. He’s tied my wrists a couple of times to used me, he’s had me degrade myself with toys while he does work and ignores me. In September he had to go to Las Vegas for work, and insisted that I travel there too, and get my own room in the same hotel. We played a little bit with me submitting to him verbally in public, in places where people could hear. He also got me to get on Grindr and invite guys to my room a couple of times so that he could watch me submit to them. That was pretty intense, and very exposing for me. But it felt wonderful performing for him like that.
In early December he was out of the country, and he instructed me to make three videos of myself with strangers to send to him. I was also instructed not to cum while he was away (I’m not in chastity). When he returned, he rewarded me with the most intense rutting I’ve received so far. I’m pretty sure my neighbors heard.
We seem to have found a groove and things are just working very well. I’ve no doubt there will be changes and challenges, but for now things are pretty great.
What a breakthrough! Let’s isolate the key elements for success here. Danny showed submissiveness and obedience, bending to whatever his Master desired. And Danny also showed patience (a huge issue for many faggots), allowing his Master to consider his choices and make the correct one for himself.
And what did that lead to? It lead to a deeper, more intense, and more powerful connection between Master Matthew and his loyal faggot Danny!
I love to hear success stories just like this one! Be submissive, obedient, and patient, and your Alpha could be your Master someday, too!
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This post is part of a thread following a faggot in California named Danny who slowly discovered his faghood and has begun serving a straight Alpha. CLICK HERE to read all of the posts in this thread in chronological order!
I really wish more people appreciated the great courage of true faggots who make themselves available for service (even at great risk to themselves) and then do whatever it takes to deeply submit to their Alphas. Nothing about being a faggot is easy. From the search, to the submission, to the day-to-day requirements of service … Everything is surrendered to fulfill this compulsion baked into the DNA of every faggot.
Unlike many stupid Alphas who call faggots “worthless” or “stupid”, I instead celebrate my faggot brothers who bravely follow their hearts and debase themselves completely for the sake of serving a Man. I have found great fulfillment in my life from doing that, and these other outstanding faggots are discovering the same thing.
One such example to be celebrated is a 27-year-old faggot from California named Danny. He has come a long way over those years, suffering some trauma, while coming to accept his undeniable faghood. He was kind enough to share his incredible story of finally finding a true straight Alpha to serve.
I’ve been following your site for a while, and wanted to share with you my journey to becoming a fag.
I’ve always been socially submissive, and I’ve always known that I have a thing for dominant, confident men. I grew up in Dublin, Ireland, and as a kid I always hung out with older, rougher boys. I wanted to impress them. At the time I thought that I wanted to be like them, though looking back I think even then I knew that I wanted something different to that.
I’ve never wanted a boyfriend and until fairly recently have lived as a straight man. But since high school I’ve looked at guys and wondered what it would be like to be with them. And I’ve often found myself deferring to guys that I admire.
It wasn’t until I was at college that anything happened sexually with guys. I had three roommates, and we had only been living together for a few weeks. We barely knew each other really. One evening we got high, we talked about sex, we watched porn, one thing led to another, and it ended up become intensely sexual. It’s hard to say who actually led it. It was as if it was in the air, and it was inevitable. I think one of the guys was gay, and he was pushing for it to happen, but I was entirely willing. I allowed myself to be talked into it. It was a rush. It felt taboo but it felt safe. The other guys were constantly asserting their heterosexuality, and the whole thing felt like it wasn’t really that big of a deal. But I was acutely aware that I was the one who was being the most submissive. And as things progressed I was performing oral, while the other gradually just watched. I ended up giving head to the three of them.
After, things seemed different between us all. We acted as though everything was the same, but they treated me differently, kept their distance. We never spoke about it. But several weeks later it happened again, and then again. Each time was the same. I gave head. I swallowed. And after, we pretended like nothing had happened. I think a couple of them were a little freaked out by it, and to the end of the semester we decided, for different reasons, to live with other people. I was partly relieved, partly disappointed.
I thought about it a lot, and I went into chat rooms, and had phone sex with guys, but for the next couple of years at college I didn’t do anything else in person. In my junior year, though, I felt I really needed to do something with a guy or I would go crazy. I met a couple of guys through apps, though the sex didn’t really satisfy me. I wanted more, or different, I just didn’t know what. In my senior year I ended up going to an adult store. I’m not sure why I did it, or how long I’d been thinking about doing it. My plan was that my first time I’d just watch people come and go, see how things worked. But I ended up sucking dick through a glory hole. When I was done, I saw the guy hurry away. I liked how seedy it was, how dirty it made me feel, but also how good it felt to give guys what they needed. I became a regular there. I still had a girlfriend at the time, and was still deeply ashamed and didn’t really understand what it was that I needed, or wanted. But it felt like it filled a need in me, and it was mostly anonymous.
Then, one night, I was followed out of the store, and I was raped in the parking lot.
It was the first time I’d been fucked by a man. He was older, maybe in his 40s, and I was 21 at the time. He was bigger than me, but I could have put up more of a fight. I was an athlete and was in shape, but I just sort of let it happen. Looking back, I think I knew it would happen eventually. I must have wanted it. As he was fucking me, he kept telling me that he’d been watching me, that I’d sucked him before, and swallowed him, that I was a faggot and a whore, that he knew what I was for. He kept telling me that he knew I wanted it. The guy had a friend there who didn’t get involved, just watched and, I guess, kept a look out. Through most of it I kept looking at him, and I remember wondering what he thought of me, and imagining what he was seeing. A college fag getting raped by a bigger guy. I remember the guy cumming in me. He tensed up, grunted, and pumped into me. I was shocked by it. I had a profound sense that something had changed in me. After it was over I kept replaying the moment in my head that he came, and thought ‘a guy came in me, a guy came in me…’
When he left I got into my car and sat there for what seemed like hours. I was shaking. I went home, and my girlfriend had dropped by, which she sometimes did. I said I’d been at work and she had no reason to think I was lying. I tried to keep it together. I went and had a shower, and I started to jerk off thinking about what had just happened. I felt ashamed, I felt confused, but mostly I felt that I had to keep it to myself. Me and my girlfriend had sex that night. I was mostly thinking about the guy who had been watching.
I stopped going to the adult store, but I kept thinking about the assault pretty much every time I jerked off. I eventually told someone online – a guy I spoke to regularly in a chat room – and it was the first conversation I had with someone who recognized that, maybe I was a faggot, that I had wanted it, that I had enjoyed it, that I had invited it, and that maybe I needed to serve an alpha. He explained that I was in denial about what I was, but that I was unconsciously putting myself in situations where I might get used, and that I was starting to wake up to who I am.
So I started looking for alphas to use me. Over the next months, I met with many dominant guys who used me, though I didn’t really serve anyone as a faggot. One that I met with took me a couple of times to a fuck club. The first time I mostly watched, though we went into a dark room where he watched me suck cock at a line of glory holes. The next time we went he expected more of a show from me, and invited men to fuck me. I was new meat, just barely out of college and so I got a lot of attention. It was exhausting and overwhelming, but I did everything I was expected to do. It confirmed to me that I was made to be used, but it was purely physical – and it didn’t completely satisfy me. It didn’t hit the spot that I needed to be hit.
Then Master Matthew happened.
He had moved into an apartment right across the street from me. He seemed a bit bookish, and nerdy, was around my age (I was 25 at this point), but he was taller than me, and was obviously in remarkably good shape. I saw him around several times, running, on his bike, at the grocery store, and I was drawn to him immediately. I felt excited whenever I saw him around, and I started trying to work out his schedule so that we might pass in the street. I became a little obsessed. I watched his apartment for signs of when he was home, when he might be alone. I tried to work out what his life was. I imagined going to him and offering myself to him.
He had a girlfriend, and a pretty eclectic mix of friends. Some jock types, some nerd types, mostly straight, some gay. He had surf friends, and would surf often in the morning. I noticed that he would usually leave his wetsuit over a rail by his apartment to dry. One night while it was still out there I decided to go smell it. I got on my knees and licked the crotch, inside and out. I imagined that the salty taste was his cum. I got a rush on the idea of being caught.
I thought about him all the time.
My online friend suggested that I leave a note, offering myself to him. So I did. I didn’t identify myself, but said that I was a young straight guy (I was still telling myself that), that I lived close and that I had seen him around. I said that I had experience from my college days of regularly giving head to my roommates. I said that if he wanted a no-strings arrangement, that I would be more that willing to do that for him, no reciprocation necessary. I guess I was trying to sound more like a regular bro and less like a faggot, so as not to put him off. I left a number on the note.
I slipped the note in his mailbox. And waited.
Several days later, I got a text asking ‘who is this?’
I knew it was him. I felt sick, I felt excited. I was terrified I would fuck it up! I said I lived close to him. I told him I was serious. Asked if there was anything he wanted to know. He was very careful not to show any signs of acknowledging having interest, and had a tone that he didn’t quite believe what I was telling him, and thought it was a prank. But he didn’t shut me down, and kept leaving openings for me to carry on talking. We texted back and forth for a couple of hours. Eventually, though, he stopped responding.Then a few days later, he asked again ‘so, who are you?’ He wanted to know specifically. I said I was nervous to tell him. But he insisted, so I told him my name and everything he needed to be able to identify me. He asked for a picture. I thought, fuck it. So I sent one. There was a long silence. I was dying. Then he texted that he’d seen me around. He asked where I lived. I said I lived literally across the street from him. Then, silence again.
Almost a week later, he texted again. He asked where I was. I was in a bar with a couple of friends. He said he wanted to know if it was really me, and not someone pretending. He wanted me to take a picture of myself in the bar. It was tricky with my friends being there, but I did it. Then he said he wanted to see me in the street outside his apartment. My heart stopped. He wasn’t saying that something might happen, but it felt like that’s what he meant. I said I would get an uber and be there in 20 minutes. He didn’t respond. I wasn’t sure if that was too long for him. I made my excuses and left my friends. I was standing outside his apartment about 15 minutes later. I texted him to say I was outside. There was the longest pause, and I thought maybe I’d blown it. Then he texted and told me to come to the door.
It was kind of late, and I’d had a few drinks. I was doing my best to be present and act sober. He let me in. I could smell weed. I was so fucking nervous, and I think he was too. He was in sweats and a tshirt. I couldn’t take my eyes off him, but I was trying to act normal. He asked if I wanted a beer, I said no, yes, no, sure, are you having one? Sure. We made some polite chit chat. He asked how long I’d lived in the area, what I did for work. General stuff. I was trying not to just drop to my knees and beg for his cock.Then he took out the note that I had left for him. He still had it, folded up. He asked if it was for real. I couldn’t look him in the eye, but I said it was. He handed me the note and told me to read it out loud. It was excruciating, saying it all, but I did it. It sounded so dumb saying it again. But I was rock hard. He asked how it started with my roommates, so I told him the bare bones of what had happened. He asked if I liked sucking cock. I said I did. It was such a fucking rush, telling this guy who knew who I was that I liked doing it. He asked questions, were those guys gay, how many times did I do it, did we kiss, did anyone else know about it, did I swallow. I answered.
Then he asked me if I had sucked for other guys. I decided to be honest, and I ended up telling him about going to the adult store to suck dicks. I was scared that would put him off me, but I wanted him to see me for who and what I was. He didn’t seem to care. He asked if I had a girlfriend, I said I did. He asked how many dicks I had sucked. I said I wasn’t sure. He laughed. He asked if my gf had any idea about me. I said I hoped not.
Then there was a long pause. We were both a bit embarrassed. I wasn’t sure if he wanted me to make the first move. So I asked if he wanted me to suck him. He asked if I wanted to. I said yes. He asked me how much I wanted it, and I said very much. He told me to ask him if I could. So I did. Then he told me to get on my knees, and ask again. So I did. I got on my knees and asked him if I could suck his dick. He nodded and said ‘ok’.
He was wearing sweats, and he got me to pull them down. His cock is perfect. I gasped when I saw it. Thick, cut, and bigger than me. He wasn’t hard, but he was on the way. I kissed it. Felt the heat of it on my face. He told me to look up at him. So I did, and stared into his eyes as I took him in my mouth and made him hard. It felt so right. Like coming home. The smell, the taste of a man, the feel of a firm cock in my mouth.
He said nothing. He just let me suck. As he got close to cumming, he held me on him and he fucked my mouth some. And then he came. He came a lot and he came hard. I swallowed. It tasted like heaven. Then he was like, okay, cool, you should go. So I left.
The following day it happened again. He texted, I went to his apartment, we talked a little, he got me to ask to suck him, he let me, and I swallowed for him.
The following week we met several times.
I decided to be bolder.
I texted him and told him that I was prepared to do literally anything for him. I sent him some links to things about fags and alphas, mostly your posts. He went quiet for a few days and didn’t respond to any of that stuff. Then a couple of weeks later he texted out of the blue and told me to come over. It was the same deal, me giving him head. He was on the couch, I was kneeling, sucking him. And then he said ‘you like that, faggot?’ I nodded. I carried on.
The next time I went over, he had me clean his apartment.
Over the next few weeks he started testing me, to see what I would do. How far I would go. He made me do errands. One night he sent me to pick up food for him and some friends he had over. I delivered it to his door and he acted like he didn’t know me. I went home and jerked off.
One night I was over, he asked me if I had been fucked. We actually hadn’t discussed it before. And he wanted me to tell him about my first time. so I told him about the rape. He’s the only person I’ve ever actually talked to about it. He seemed interested, he asked questions. He asked specifically what the guy had said to me, what he’d called me. It was difficult recounting it all, but he pressed me to tell him everything about it, and he waited until I had. Then he wanted me to tell him about other experiences, so I told him about the fuck clubs.
I was a bit shaken up by telling him everything. I felt pretty raw. He said ‘You want cock in you?’ I said yes. He told me to ask for it, so I asked for it. He said no.
About two weeks later was the first time he fucked me. When we did it, I was on the floor on my hands and knees. I was naked. He was kneeling behind me, mostly clothed. At first he was quiet. Then he said ‘you like that, faggot?’ That phrase is like his way in, I think. I said I did. He said I was a faggot. I agreed. He told me to say it. I said ‘I’m a faggot’. He told me to call him sir. I did. Then he was saying other things. I didn’t realize at first, but he was repeating the things that had been said to me when I was raped. ‘You’re a whore’ ‘This is what you’re for, faggot’ It was only when he said ‘I’ve been watching you’ that I realized what he was doing. I couldn’t help it, I just said ‘oh my god’, and I started to cry. I tried not to let him see, but he realized. ‘You crying faggot?’ ‘You liked being raped, didn’t you, that’s why you were there’
‘Yes’
‘Yes what, faggot?’
‘Yes sir’
He came in me. He cums hard. When he cums in my mouth, I really feel the power of it. But when he came in my ass I was convinced I could feel it hitting
my insides. I felt his cock pulse with each shot, too.He pulled out. ‘Jesus’. He looked at me with what seemed like surprise and disgust. Like he was seeing what I was and really understanding it. ‘Fuck’. I moved to get up, he told me to stay where I was. He went to take a piss. I was still on all fours. He came back and stared at me. He laughed to himself. ‘Faggot’. He leaned down to look me in the face ‘Fucking faggot’. ‘Yes sir’ He laughed. ‘Kiss my feet’. I kissed his feet.
‘You’re nothing’.
He fucked me most of the times we met from then. The friendliness we’d had at the start faded away as he became more of an alpha with me, and he realized his power over me. I was in heaven. It was everything I had ever wanted. He ridiculed me, taunted me. He respected my time, and understood that I had a job (and a girlfriend still, for a while, though I eventually ended that). But when I was with him, I was his object. A fucktoy and a servant.
And then the pandemic happened.
For the first few weeks of the lockdown I could see he was home. But we already had an arrangement where it wasn’t my place to contact him. Eventually I did, to ask if he was okay and if he needed me to do anything. He simply said he was fine. So I waited. A few weeks in, I realized he was no longer at the apartment. I was worried he had moved. But his stuff was still there, so I guessed that he had moved in with his gf, or with his family, until the pandemic was over.
One night, around Thanksgiving, he texted me, telling me to beg for his cock. To beg to be fucked. So I did. I texted for an hour, over and over, stream of consciousness stuff, telling him he was a god, and I was nothing and that I wanted to please him and needed his manhood inside me. I thought that maybe he was going to tell me where he was and invite me over.
He eventually texted back ‘no’.
When vaccinations started, he moved back. And I waited. Eventually I got a text telling me to come over. He had me clean the place, go get groceries. He made me beg for his cock, but he didn’t touch me. He sent me home.
A few days ago he fucked me again for the first time since the pandemic started. He is, if anything, more alpha than before. He dominated me completely physically. Called me names. Made me call myself names. He had me stay naked in his apartment all day, and used me several times. He likes to get a little rough, not violent exactly. And he likes to pull me into the positions that he wants me to be in. One of the fucks was in his bedroom, which we don’t usually go into, but he wanted to fuck me in front of the mirror, so I could watch myself being used.
‘This is what you are, faggot. This is what you’re for’
‘Yes sir’
‘You’re mine’
‘Yes sir’
It’s true. It’s so fucking true.
I consider this documented experience to be The Blueprint, the exact way to come to a point of acceptance and then successfully offer oneself to the will of an Alpha. There are so many things right about what my dear brother Danny did along the way that it’s virtually impossible to comprehensively list all of the them. Here are some of my initial thoughts:
- Danny’s rape didn’t destroy him, but instead informed him. He used the experience to examine his own needs and then internalized it. Like my rape did with me, Danny used his rape to help him come to understand his own submissiveness.
- He experimented with various ways to satisfy his growing need to serve.
- He chose to find an Alpha to serve, found an Alpha, and despite the signs that he might not have success (like Master Matthew having a girlfriend) he took action and submitted anyway!
- When Master Matthew challenged him, Danny didn’t shrink back or lie. Instead, he humbly trusted that honesty and bravery would be safe with his new Master. He was right!
I cannot even come close to describing my pride. Danny is an absolute inspiration, and his Master Matthew is clearly an extraordinary straight Alpha of unstoppable and rapidly-growing power.
But it’s important to emphasize this important point: Danny’s case is not some unique and magical experience that happens once in a generation. This site is filled with experiences from faggots who followed the same pattern that Danny perfectly demonstrated here. It simply requires submissiveness, humility, persistence, and courage.
I certainly hope that Danny will continue to share the developments between him and his incredible Master! What an inspiration!
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Kneeling for faggots can have several benefits, both for the faggot and its Alpha. Here are some of the most significant benefits:
- Demonstrates respect: Kneeling is a way for the faggot to show their respect for its Alpha. It is a physical demonstration of their submission and their willingness to obey their dominant’s commands.
- Enhances power exchange: Kneeling reinforces the power dynamic between the faggot and the Alpha. It can help the faggot to feel more submissive and the Alpha to feel more powerful.
- Provides a sense of calm: Kneeling can be a meditative experience for the faggot. It allows them to focus on their submission and their connection to their Alpha, which can be calming and centering.
- Deepens intimacy: Kneeling can deepen the intimacy between the faggot and the Alpha. It is a physical demonstration of trust and vulnerability, which can create a deeper emotional connection.
10 kneeling positions for faggots:
#1
This is the standard kneeling position. Get down on the floor and rest up on your knees. Rest your hands on your thighs. Kneel with your knees together. Keep your back straight. Head up. Eyes down.
#2
Repeat position #1 but, this time, rest your hands behind your head.
#3
Get down on the floor and rest up on your knees. Your knees should be spread apart and your hands crossed in front of your chest.
#4
Kneel up so that your body is perpendicular to the floor, the most weight will be directly on your knees. Your knees should be together and your hands crossed in front of your chest.
#5
Repeat position #4 but, this time, spread your knees wide and cross your hands on the chest.
#6
Kneel down rested on your calves. Place your knees together. Bend your toes under for support. Here you can experiment with different positions of the hands.
#7
Repeat position #6 but this time, spread your knees apart.
#8
Start by kneeling and then slide your body to the left or right (your preference) to sit on your bottom. Place a hand out for support, and another can rest on your thigh.
#9
Sit cross-legged on the floor. Keep your back straight. Head up. Eyes down. Hands behind your head.
#10
Kneel on your knees, spread your legs as wide as possible, put your feet together. Push your chest out. Put your head up. Keep your eyes down. Put your hands behind your head and your fingers locked.
Enhancing the Kneeling Experience with BDSM Accessories
Kneeling is a powerful act of submission, and the right BDSM accessories can enhance this experience, adding layers of complexity and intensity to the act. Integrating various accessories not only elevates the aesthetic appeal but also deepens the physical and psychological connection between the Alpha and faggot. Here are some essential BDSM accessories that can amplify the kneeling experience:
- Collars & Leashes: Collars symbolize ownership and submission, making them a quintessential accessory for any faggot. When kneeling, wearing a collar can enhance the sense of being controlled and obedient. Adding a leash allows the Alpha to guide and position the fag, reinforcing the power dynamic and creating a visual representation of control.
- Cuffs and Belts: Cuffs and belts are excellent for restraining a faggot in the kneeling position. Wrist and ankle cuffs can be connected to each other or to other bondage gear, limiting movement and ensuring the fag maintains the desired posture. Belts can be used to secure the fag’s torso or thighs, adding an extra layer of restriction and focus.
- Masks & Blindfolds: Incorporating masks and blindfolds can heighten the sensory experience of kneeling. By depriving the faggot of sight, their other senses become more acute, making them more responsive to touch and sound. This sensory deprivation amplifies the fag’s sense of vulnerability and trust, deepening the submissive state.
- Harnesses: Harnesses provide both aesthetic and functional benefits. They can accentuate the fag’s body and offer additional points for attachment. When a faggot is kneeling, a well-fitted harness can distribute pressure evenly, making prolonged kneeling more comfortable while still maintaining the desired posture.
- Gags: Gags are another accessory that can intensify the sense of submission during kneeling. By limiting the fag’s ability to speak, gags enforce silence and compliance, reinforcing the Alpha’s control. This can make the act of kneeling feel even more profound and humbling.
FAQ
1. Is kneeling only for faggots in BDSM relationships?
Kneeling can be a way for anyone to show respect and submission to another person, but it is commonly used in BDSM relationships and power exchange dynamics.
2. Can a faggot kneel for someone who is not their Alpha?
Yes, a faggot can kneel for anyone they wish to show respect or submission to, regardless of whether they are their Alpha or not.
3. What if a faggot physically cannot kneel?
If a faggot is unable to kneel due to physical limitations, they can find alternative positions that still convey their respect and submission, such as bowing or standing in a submissive pose.
4. Is there a specific way to kneel for faggots?
There are different kneeling positions for faggots, but the most important aspect is that the faggot is comfortable and can maintain the position for an extended period.
5. Can an Alpha require their faggot to kneel?
In a consensual BDSM relationship, an Alpha and faggot may negotiate and agree on specific acts of submission, including kneeling. However, an Alpha should always respect their faggot’s limits and boundaries.
Kneeling is one of the simplest ways for a faggot to move an Alpha to take control. This works for both Alpha Masters as well as straight Alphas who are yet unaware of the possibility of ownership. So never hesitate to utilize kneeling as a way to offer yourself to any Alpha!
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A Straight Master Tries Faggot Throat!
This post is part of a thread following the development of a straight French Alpha named David who discovered that his roommate Vincent is really a faggot. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
It’s been such a privilege working with straight Master David, the young French King who approached me a while back about his roommate Vincent. Despite being straight, Master David suspected that Vincent was a faggot who could be owned by him and enslaved.
And sure enough, Master David followed my suggestions and managed to easily submit Vincent. Ever since, Master David has experimented with various aspects of faggot ownership. He’s really grown into an impressive and NATURAL owner of faggots, and he’s truly enjoyed everything he’s experienced as this faggot’s Owner.
Master David’s journey has been chronicled completely here, and one thing I will say about Master David is: he’s honest. He openly discusses what he enjoys about owning a faggot, as well as concerns he might have. He’s completely transparent and open to suggestion.
So over the last couple of weeks I’ve been talking to Master David about using his new faggot sexually. While I don’t think it’s necessary for a straight Alpha to do that, I do think it’s an avenue of worship and service that can really enhance an Alpha’s dominance without altering his sexual preference. I discussed with with Master David, and he was quite honest about his skepticism while also promising to “think about it.”
Well apparently the thinking is over! Master David did it!
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I finally gave it a try. Today I came home, Vincent greeted me, kneeling and kissing my shoes. As always it turned me on very much. And this time, I just decided to give in. I unzipped my pants and I put my hard dick into his mouth. And it was amazing.
I instinctively grabbed his head force him on my dick, something I barely dare to do with girls. He did not complain, quite the contrary. He choked, but when I released him, he quickly got back to the blow job. He sucked me off like his life depended on it. I loudly moaned in delight and it seemed to make him even eager. When I looked down to him, he was looking at me with such adoration in his eyes.
I grabbed his head with both my hands when I came into his mouth. He swallowed everything. He seemed exhausted, and told me in a pleading tone: “How was I, Master?” I told him he was a pretty good cocksucker, probably the best one to have ever sucked my cock. He kissed my balls while muttering “Thank you Master, thank you, thank you so much”. I was already getting a new hard-on! So I grabbed his head and forced him again on my cock until I came for the second time. He swallowed, thanked me again and again and kissed my feet.
He is cooking my dinner right now. I have a hard on just thinking of his eagerness to please me. I think I’m gonna feed him my cum again tonight.
You were right to encourage me to try. It was really, really good. And I don’t feel less of a man after this. Quite the opposite, actually.
INCREDIBLE!
I have preached this intrinsic Hierarchical truth from the mountaintops and until I’m blue in the face: straight Alphas use faggots for sex all the time, and it never makes them gay or changes their sexual preference!
What it DOES do is exactly what Master David mentions here: It makes the straight Alpha MORE POWERFUL! Suddenly the Alpha realizes that ALL humans exist to provide him pleasure and worship! He suddenly begins to understand how a King deserves to live: by being worshiped by ALL of his subjects!
Master David began his ascension, that process an Alpha goes through as he makes advancement in the use of his natural power. Using Vincent as his cocksucker is a huge leap forward in that process. It completely reprograms an Alpha’s mind and changes his worldview. Nothing can ever be the same!
I’m so proud of my glorious Master David! He’s a good, wise, and POWERFUL King!
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My fun and sexy XSpace interview with Masters
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Love this audio from straight black findom Alpha @BBCashKing2! So sexy!
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Master Anthony’s Crisis And The Aftermath
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the experiences of a French faggot named Fabien who has been claimed by his straight Alpha friend Anthony. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
In the previous post we learned that Master Anthony was moody and clearly upset with something, but he wasn’t confiding his troubles with anyone, not even his loyal faggot Fabien. This troubled Fabien to the point that he finally begged his Master for answers and ways he could help.
While Master Anthony didn’t reveal the issue, he was comforted by his faggot’s concern and deep love.
Well, after a few days Master Anthony finally told Fabien what was bothering him!
Here’s Fabien:
A little update about Anthony’s mood. I think he’s going to get better soon. Yesterday he told me that he had decided to confront the guy flirting with the same girl as him and challenge him to a fight in front of her. He beat the crap out of him and held him down, until he pleaded for mercy and conceded that Anthony was the stronger man. The silly girl tried to make amends with Anthony, but he dumped her. Serves her right.
This morning, Anthony was hanging around the apartment in his pajamas, looking relaxed. He came to see me while I was making his bed. He thanked me for boosting his ego. I answered: “If your ego isn’t the size of the planet, I’m doing a terrible job and I’m failing my life’s purpose. You don’t have to be grateful to me, I’m just doing my duty as best as I can!” He got his cocky grin and said “I like that. But I want you to know you’re doing great. I’m glad to have you. You see, I love my bros to bits, but I always have to fight to remind them who’s the boss. It’s nice to know I can count on you for a shot of self-confidence.”
I believe I almost passed out with emotion. The next thing I knew, I was on my belly licking his toes and thanking him. Then he had me worshipping his cock; we were looking into each other’s eyes while I had his dick in my mouth and he tenderly stroke my hair, smiling smugly. I sucked him off again in the shower after soaping him up, and then again before he left for the afternoon. This time, he ejaculated all over my face! He wished me a good afternoon and gave me his orders for dinner.
Secretly I was proud of myself; I told Fabien over email that I thought a scenario exactly like this was to blame, and sure enough, I was right!
Although, honestly, it’s hard to imagine a scenario like this happening. According to Fabien, Master Anthony looks exactly like Tom Holland (hence the post header image) and is just as athletic … so why on Earth would any girl cheat on him?? It’s incomprehensible to me.
But once again my brother Fabien was absolutely perfect, following his instincts and kneeling to worship Master Anthony’s feet. This worship led to three consecutive blowjobs filled with raw passion and desire.
But it’s more than just the sexual service that’s involved. Master Anthony’s words show a deepening appreciation for his faggot, his personal property, his slave Fabien. As he feels his power growing, he acknowledges the contributions of the faggot kneeling before him. That’s not just God Alpha behavior … that’s Protector Alpha behavior!
The effect on Fabien is also profound:
Right now, I’m taking care of his laundry. I inhaled the scent of his underwear. I still can’t believe how lucky I am.
I was really born for this.
Indeed you were, baby brother!
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I’ve always emphasized that Hierarchy affects all of us all the time, and the basic tenets of its operation have been largely unchanged over all of these thousands of years of human history. Alphas have always led and been worshiped/served by inferiors, and slave males (now known as faggots) have always served these Alphas in whatever way they required.
A faggot cannot resist its natural urge to serve superior Men. This is, in fact, the entire purpose of a faggot. Alphas sense this need in a faggot and exploit it, even without thinking in some cases. This natural cycle is so deeply ingrained in Hierarchy that almost all of it happens at a primal level beyond rational thought. This is what I teach and apply in life, and that understanding has helped me change many lives both Alpha and faggot.
Sometimes I receive letters from Alphas and faggots expressing confusion, shock, or awe at these fundamental forces of Hierarchy. I usually find them amusing and sweet. I love using them as tools for teaching and reinforcing the truth about these forces that affect all of our lives. Two days ago I received the following letter from an Alpha who sort of fell into findom in college, and it has followed him now into his thirties … without really even trying!
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Hey my name is Kevin, usually go by Sal, I ran into your site trying to do some research into findom. I’m not sure if your site or podcast is supposed to be satirical or not but my question is a bit absurd so figured I’d just see if you know the answer.
Some background: back in college I used to do I think some form of findom without really realizing what it was or what I was doing. But I’m still not really 100% sure what it is to be honest.
Basically I’d just do some dirty talking and Sph for older guys online with some bulge rubbing, showing my feet, sometimes jacking off. I got into it and they were into it, and they’d kinda just send me money randomly through the day. Which I did kinda get, I’m extremely well endowed and men have in general always become exceedingly submissive around me once they find out (not a flex just a fact for the story, can link my dating profile).
Over time as I spoke to more and more guys I started making decent money, like near the peak of it I was making a couple hundred weekly, even a couple thousand some weeks. It was fun, it let me quit my minimum wage job and focus on schooling, plus it helped me pay my way through college.
So fast-forward, Im 36 now, I have a career, I don’t cam or anything like that anymore due to the nature of my job. But I still have 3 gentlemen-2 of them especially, who have never stopped sending me cash regularly. Again I’m not doing anything for them anymore, no cam, no pics, no dirty talking. I still exchange texts with them casually, just about their day etc, they seem like normal people but ya I don’t know why they send me money. At this point in my life I really don’t need it and anytime I ask them to stop or not worry about it they just send more. It’s a decent amount too, I think that’s what kinda bothers me, like between the 3 of them it’s ~8-10k yearly probably. Is this still a turn on for people with this kink? Is it even this alpha/sub or findom kink? I’ve never really been able to understand it. I’m curious if you do.
Of course, I explained to him the mechanics of Hierarchy and the purpose of faggots. I also explained that this isn’t a “kink”, but an actual expression of purpose. These faggots continue to send him money years later even though he’s doing nothing for them at all (which is wonderful and shocking), but this behavior that seems so irrational is explained easily through Hierarchical mechanics.
I haven’t heard back from Master Kevin, the accidental financial Dom. I’m not sure if my explanation satisfied him or scared him. But his experience is yet another proof that Hierarchy is real and powerful and sweeps all of us up into it regardless of how we feel about it or, like in the case of Master Kevin, we even know anything about it.
Purpose is often hard to define … but even harder to avoid!
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My hot conversation with Master @DomSirNash now uploaded to Patreon! Some great stories from Master on this one!
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