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A tale by the hand a loyal slave

 Every once in a while, wandering through this world of emotional and financial abuse brings you some special moments. It's when you see the impact you have on a slave's life that you get to ask yourself, "what's my purpose here?" As time goes by, it becomes more and more clear. Not disregarding the obvious monetary gain that one takes from this whole ordeal, not ignoring the endless hours laughing amongst friends either witnessing or sharing the absurd situations that my slaves put themselves in, there is something that is often forgotten. Someone like me, is not rarely the shinning light in some pour soul's life. My words end up being the ones they repeat time and time again, when they are going to bed. As their days go by, it is the knowledge that they will do the tasks I've demanded from them and, with that, be able to inform me they were done, it's those phrases as they arrive home from work that they cherish the most for. It's the joy of know...

Shall an epic Dom be an homophobe?

You can't be a top Dom if you are an homophobe. Harsh statement, right?! I'll proceed to elaborate. Sure, you can be great at it - destain and contempt can take you a long way. You can also fake it. Nothing wrong with being okay with someone being gay and play pretend you dislike him for your financial gain and the joy of your buddy.  But, to reach the next level, there's no other way but to feel at ease enough around homo that you allow yourself to dig deep into their behaviour. So that you can understand how to pull the right triggers. Listen to them.  How will a straight Alpha know how a queer behaves, if not by asking, listening, observing the animal in the wilderness?!  That doesn't take from the endless joy that it is to witness a faggot humiliate himself, to extent not understood by the common civilian. Even less, does it take from the rush that it is to watch your bank account grow bigger and bigger, as he behaves in ways that you have no other option but to sha...

Pictures of a God

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A slave's dream

I had a dream last night. That a slave was being taken by my words...inebriated, as his eyes could not but to stare at me...hopeless...no strength left in his body... That his wishes were about to meet an end, a mix between reaching a place where he longed to be, while a shiver went down his spine, the perfect blend of fear and excitement. A feeling that he never knew possible, a sensation that even in his dreams he refrained to have. A sense of belonging, while knowing he doesn't belong. A mirage of being part of my life, acting as a spectator of my existence, like if he was a delicate petal blown by the wind that keeps drifting as I go by. And watch. I had a dream that a slave was finding his state of bliss as I glanced at him. It was not a dream. It just happened.

50 Shades of Subs

 We tend to be lead to what moves us. But...what leads a sub to go deep this wormhole, whom which can actually put it quite the financial distress? Well, there's several ways to look at this subject. On one hand, there's the one's who are still confused about what's Findom about. The one's how could easily be at onlyfans but need to feel a sense of power over the subject who is providing with what they perceive as "the product". Those subs, they prey for you Doms, mainly. For their ingenuity and how easy can be to manipulate them to believe that, those initial 20€, that were so quick to be sent, will oooobviiiooousssllyyyy represent so much more to come. Cause, after all, they have to come across some big fish, who is willing to spend money that quickly, right?! Those poor souls, only if they knew they are now the ones being dominated, by some middle-aged loner, who now just paid them for what will end up to be a 4, 10, maybe 20 hours engagement. Not an ho...

Dissertation on Findom

Findom is an exercise in Manipulation. One might find despair in crossing his paths with "doms" who try to get the quick cash. The "give me 20€ faggot" status quo. It becomes overwhelming, to realize you are living a reality where no one seems to drag you to that state where you long to be. Being taken by a sense of impotence. Of fragility. Of utter dominance and submission. Where, finally, you can find some inner peace. Some weird, fucked up, twisted, painful peace. But, yet - it still is the closest to a freedom you can find yourself. It's what you know. It's the place where you feel at ease. Having a man. A real man. A man that you look up to, a man that you admire and, to some extent, fear, being part of your existence. Telling you what to do. Being an image that you worship while, at the same time, you know he is there for you. Even though you don't even dare to demand anything. You just watch. And accept. And embrace his will. You know you are simp...