I’ve never been a huge proponent of online findom for a variety of reasons, but my main objection is this: it weakens Hierarchy by encouraging lazy, selfish faggot behavior while elevating unworthy dumbfucks to the rank of Alpha simply for being attractive or cartoonishly “dominant”.

Now, the faggot nonsense I can brush aside (after all, life will be a harsh Master in the long run), but these fake “Masters” of findom really offended me. You see, I’ve been fortunate in my faggot career to have been owned in real life by some of the greatest straight Alphas I’ve ever known. I know true Alphahood when I see it not only I’ve served them, but also because I have a deep appreciation for Hierarchical truth. And lemme tell you, Alphas aren’t defined by the number of feet pics they post online.

Having said that, I can confidently tell you that Master Virgo (@KingVir919404 on X) is one of the purest straight God Alphas in all of online findom.

I met him around 2021 and was instantly captivated by his chilly, casual demeanor. I was also excited to find out he owned live-in faggots despite being resolutely heterosexual. His early interactions with me were curt and dismissive, as if he was a movie star who couldn’t be bothered. Then one evening I was speaking with one of his live-in faggots in a Twitter Space when Master Virgo arrived home and began barking orders to his faggots, and I could sense his gigantic presence over the phone!

Another thing you quickly come to understand about Master Virgo is that he’s an Alpha who lives a high-class lifestyle bedazzled with luxury items and experiences. He associates with the wealthy and well-connected. You might catch him in exclusive clubs, or on a private beach at an expensive resort, or making a splash at The Met Ball. He smokes the best cigars, fucks supermodels, and drinks from the top shelf. He uses cash to light his smokes. Here are a few pics to give you a taste of his everyday life:

All of this lavish lifestyle is provided by Master Virgo’s large, solvent stable of owned faggots.

In fact, it’s the quality of Master Virgo’s faggots that best defines his actual power. His faggots are loyal and extremely submissive in their service to him despite the fact that Master Virgo will never give them anything sexual or romantic.

I had the distinct pleasure of speaking with one of Master Virgo’s favorite possessions, a faggot named Tyrell (@joyofsubmission on X). I asked this faggot if he might write about his experience as one of Master Virgo’s favorite owned faggots, and he wrote this:

I would like to start out by saying I’m not some self-hating, low-hanging fruit that would’ve
served just any pair feet with a middle finger. I’m an educated professional. Decent looking, sociable,
with friends and family that love and respect me. I say this not to elevate myself in anyway from any of
my brothers in servitude (I am absolutely, an owned, domesticated and completely subjugated faggot to
a real man after all), but to highlight just how powerful my Master is. He is my King, my Daddy, my
owner, my guiding light, and my purpose. I am happy to share how He came to claim what was always
His.

It all started with photo on twitter. They say a picture’s worth a thousand words, but in a true-to-this
Alpha male’s case, worth $o much more. I’ve always felt that aching need to submit to a real man and
like so many faggots before me, chased that feeling into Findom. However, I had grown bored with the
temporary, transactional sensations and had deleted my Findom twitter and resigned myself to move
on, unsatisfied. That is until the hand of fate brought a photo of who would become my Master across
my vanilla twitter timeline through a mutual’s displayed likes no less.

I was completely entranced! The style, the poise, the confidence. I had to know more, and
proceeded to do a deep dive down his timeline, greedily absorbing all I could. Before I knew it, I found
myself creating another account. Sending a message, and of course out of respect, including a
screenshot of my first tribute in over a year. He took his time responding which was a response in and of
itself. I waited on pins and needles, and was thrilled to be acknowledged by this Man. I continued to
send more tributes, and eagerly answered any and all questions He had for me over time.
In his wisdom and prescience, knowing what I had only yet begun to learn, he eventually invited
me to treat him to lunch as I had recently moved to His city. He set a date and chose a location. I was
unquestionably excited, but like many faggots in denial I thought to myself – “sure, I’ll meet him. Most
of these doms aren’t the real deal and I’m sure I’ll see that up close and personal. I’ll just get it out of my system and dispel the illusion.”

The day finally came and I couldn’t have been more wrong. From jump he provided instruction- telling
me how to dress for the occasion. Where to park and await his arrival, opening his door (I’ve since been
trained to always open every door for him when in His presence). I didn’t realize it but I was already
being trained for the role he had prepared for me. As He stepped out of His vehicle and I looked up at
Him, every question I had about His authenticity was obliterated. My knees buckled, and the only thing
keeping me standing was that He had not yet given me permission to kneel. When He finally did it was a relief and a confirmation all in one.

Throughout the course of the meal and the conversation I was so taken aback by how multi-dimensional He was. He was charming, charismatic and smooth. He was witty, thoughtful, even courteous, but always in control. He spoke to me with a familiarity that I grew increasingly desperate to earn. By the time He asked me what I wanted (already knowing the answer) I could hardly recognize myself as my lips parted and the most honest thing I had ever said escaped them – “I want to be Your bitch.” I repeated myself as he looked on expectantly and grew practically hysterical. I had lost all composure. There was no more playing it cool. My statement turned into a plea. There I was in a public restaurant, palms open and begging Him to make me His bitch. I had never been so vulnerable in my entire life.

“We’ll see”. Was His response with a cocky, self-sure smile. I knew He had already seen, but would make
me earn it nonetheless.

The rest is history. I would continue to drive to Him on my days off when requested. He quickly
established that my time was His and I offered no resistance. Each task a lesson. Each instruction a line
of code in my programming as He continued to shape me in the ways He saw fit. He broke me in good
and thorough with physical discipline of course. Took me to the pet store to pick out my own collar and
leash. A dog bowl to eat and drink out of when instructed. He made sure to instill respect and obedience
in me as second nature, but also stimulated me intellectually, and spiritually. We’d have conversations
about music, and politics and life. He’d teach me things and listen acutely as I shared my passions as
well.

From picking up His drycleaning to chaperoning His dates with women as chauffer and wallet, being a
sounding board for His business, he continued to find uses for me and grant me opportunities to serve.
My love, admiration, and respect for King Virgo only continued to bloom and I have not stopped sinking
since. He has taught me the most valuable trait for any faggot, perhaps any person, to have – Gratitude.
Three years later and it has seen me through every stage of his total domination. When I am given a foot to kiss or massage after long day, I am grateful. When I am given soiled clothes to wash, I am grateful. When I am given an opportunity to prepare breakfast, lunch, dinner and dessert, I am grateful. When I am given His piss to drink, I am grateful. When I am given a meal to cover, a bill to pay, an item to order, I am grateful.

I am grateful because I am HIS. And with that, comes a deep commitment to being the best version of
myself because that is what He deserves. I strive to advance my career, my skills, and my aptitude all to
protect his investment in me as his property and make good on the potential He sees in me. He’s the
greatest man I have ever known. He has my complete and unconditional surrender. There’s little doubt
in my mind that I will belong to Him for the rest of my life. And for that certainty, that clarity of purpose so few in this world achieve, I am grateful.

INCREDIBLE!

Speaking as a faggot who has some adjunct, distant-orbit history with Master Virgo, there is so much in this faggot’s adoring testimonial that rings absolutely true. For example, in this we experience His exacting dominance and precise expectations. You see, Master Virgo operates at a very high level, and he expects everyone he allows into his orbit – his women, his associations, his faggots – to elevate and perform at his elite expectations. You can hear that is this faggot’s words.

Now, many faggots fail and fall away under Master Virgo’s withering and relentless demands, but that’s okay. They simply shouldn’t be serving him. He will always have faggots desiring a place kneeling on the ground at his feet. What Master Virgo is doing is training his faggots, shaping them and disciplining them so that they become the best version of themselves.

I think of Master Virgo like a drill sergeant in the military. Nobody likes the drill sergeant at first as he screams in their face and abuses them, forcing them to push their bodies and minds past the breaking point. But what happens after that? The soldiers improve, becoming focused and sharpened to a fine point. By the end of it, they are grateful to the drill sergeant for making them an elite fighting force.

So it is with Master Virgo and his tight stable of elite faggots. He has fashioned and honed his faggots into the best possible versions of themselves, because they represent him and reflect on his great name.

And that view to purposeful training leads to something absolutely wonderful in his personal faggots: self-respect. You can hear that self-respect in the testimony above. Master Virgo values his faggot properties just the way he values the expensive watches, cigars, homes, cars, etc., that decorate and enrich his life. His faggots are buffed to a high shine and made to sparkle in every effort they expend in serving him. Every door opening becomes a chance to experience elite purpose, elevating the faggot and giving it meaning.

To that end, look at the collage Master Virgo created of pics he’s taken with his faggot. How many Masters would take the time to craft a loving emblem of his faithful faggot’s service?

The end result of such rigorous training and elevating is something Tyrell focuses on heavily at the end of his letter: GRATITUDE. He rightly recognizes that, as a faggot, he would’ve been nothing without Master Virgo. He would’ve been lost amongst the rabble, being used and tossed aside or worse, abused and damaged beyond repair.

But Master Virgo looked down upon him and his stable mates and saw potential in them. He gave them purpose in his service, and gave them meaning. And, like any withered plant that is watered and cultivated by a skilled gardener, his faggots have come to life and flourished under his care.

I love this video clip. Watch it first:

Some might see Master Virgo casually dribbling spit on his faggot and recoil. However, I see a faggot at peace, allowed to rest its head on its Master’s leg and watch him adoringly the way a faithful dog stares at its Owner. It’s beautiful.

I am so grateful to Master Virgo for allowing his faggot to write up this very personal tribute, as well as allowing me to publish it for the world to experience. It is my hope that all of the faggots who read this can understand that their purpose as faggots can have meaning in the hands of a straight and truly powerful Alpha King. I also hope that any Alphas reading this will also appreciate that abuse and humiliation isn’t true dominance or power.

Thanks again to Master Virgo for this unprecedented peek into his elite world!

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!

There is a point in an owned faggot’s life when a moment of clarity occurs, a self-actualization that crystallizes the faggot’s purpose. It’s the result of a potent cocktail of dopamine, perpetual subspace, and the chemical composition of cum flowing in the faggot’s veins.

Regardless, the faggot can see its life in simple-yet-meaningful terms for the first time. Everything is finally clear.

That’s where my little brother Fabien is today. He wrote this astounding declaration to me this morning after a whirlwind weekend of use by his Master Anthony and his Alpha Pack. I’ll stop talking and share what he wrote:

You know, there is one truth that is becoming ever more deeply ingrained in me: I am a natural-born slave for God Alphas. I have a slave’s soul, a slave’s heart, a slave’s brain, a slave’s body. I feel it in every single fiber of my being. My existence is meant to serve a God Alpha. To serve Anthony. It’s so warming and liberating to realize it and reflect on it! Anthony is my One True God. I won’t rest until I’ve done absolutely all I can to make his life the most perfect paradise it can be!

So beautiful, and so perfectly said!

Hello Sam!

I’m writing with an issue probably everyone had struggled with at some point, however I feel like for me it’s too much, and I need help.

Thing is, I always feel like am two different people, the horny and the regretful. I seek out men all the time,  and every time I get on my knees I already feel deep shame, so bad it even causes apathy, where I space out while in the act.
I totally disconnect from my body, and focus on the cock. That’s a good thing right?
Except I feel no real sensations during that time. It’s like I’m blocking it all out. I barely moan, squeal and then mechanically cum.
During and after the act I feel terrible. I become numb for a couple hours, sometimes even days.
Yet I always come back crawling for more. I really can’t get enough of cock and cum and spit and piss and pits and musk. It’s always the same. The before is always amazing, I fire up grindr and arrange a meet up, I head there when the time comes and again shows up my numbness.
I am infuriated that I cannot find my own pleasure in serving. Isn’t it that my pleasure is supposed to be derived from the man’s pleasure? I feel a deep sense of purpose within it, I really love men and love cock, so I push through the stupid feelings and still accept the cock and cum with my whole heart, mouth and hole.

But still, I feel like a failure.
While I do recognise the deep interplay of shame and desire, and how much it drives me to wanting more and more cock, I feel like it is excessive.

Dear Sam, what would you advise me to do?

– vitale

Thanks for the question, brother!

Here’s the problem: there isn’t really much you can do about this.

You’re experiencing two things I’ve written about quite a bit on the site. The first is SUBSPACE, which causes that empty, mindless feeling you describe. The second is THE VOID, which is that numbed ache that you describe after you’ve served that eventually drives you back for more. 

These are both quite natural occurrences for a faggot who does experience subspace easily (as it sounds like you do). This many not be a matter of doing anything to avoid it (because I largely think it’s unavoidable) as it is a matter of understanding what is happening within yourself and paying attention to how these feelings effect you. By doing this, you can take yourself out of a “victim” stance and become more active in how you process it. 

I hope this makes some sense to you. Just know that what you’re feeling is normal, brother.  

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