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@monkey-king88.bsky.social
Twitter migrant - posting shit that gets me horny.
Sex isn’t the only way my boys serve me - some of them don’t serve sexually at all. They serve because they need to. As long as you keep giving me a reason to use you, I will. Don’t mistake that for kindness. Earn your place, obey without hesitation, and maybe, just maybe, I’ll decide to reward you.
November 25, 2025 at 10:23 PM
Sex isn’t the only way my boys serve me - some of them don’t serve sexually at all. They serve because they need to. As long as you keep giving me a reason to use you, I will. Don’t mistake that for kindness. Earn your place, obey without hesitation, and maybe, just maybe, I’ll decide to reward you.
One of my greatest pleasures in life is walking in to find a bitch on her knees ready and waiting. Not because she wants it but because she needs it. I don't need to say anything. They're already there; open, desperate to be used and terrified of disappointing me. My presence alone owns them.
November 23, 2025 at 3:23 PM
One of my greatest pleasures in life is walking in to find a bitch on her knees ready and waiting. Not because she wants it but because she needs it. I don't need to say anything. They're already there; open, desperate to be used and terrified of disappointing me. My presence alone owns them.
Don't mistake my silence for caring. Your fear, your shaking and those pathetic noises you make, none of it matters to me. Your entire purpose is clear; to exist under my control.
You crumble because you need to,
You obey because I expect you to,
You shattered because I make you -
As it should be.
You crumble because you need to,
You obey because I expect you to,
You shattered because I make you -
As it should be.
November 21, 2025 at 2:19 PM
Don't mistake my silence for caring. Your fear, your shaking and those pathetic noises you make, none of it matters to me. Your entire purpose is clear; to exist under my control.
You crumble because you need to,
You obey because I expect you to,
You shattered because I make you -
As it should be.
You crumble because you need to,
You obey because I expect you to,
You shattered because I make you -
As it should be.
Don’t delude yourself into thinking you hold any significance to me outside of your purpose. I am not here to comfort or entertain you. I am here to impose my will and you will now feel the full, unfiltered weight of what that truly means and the joy you will find in serving beneath my Asian feet.
November 18, 2025 at 4:32 PM
Don’t delude yourself into thinking you hold any significance to me outside of your purpose. I am not here to comfort or entertain you. I am here to impose my will and you will now feel the full, unfiltered weight of what that truly means and the joy you will find in serving beneath my Asian feet.
There's a ruthless kind of satisfaction, when I start the day with the knowledge a fag is already sitting beneath my desk, wordless and waiting. Their presence is a reminder that my authority doesn't need to be announced; it's understood and they stay at my feet because that is the order fo things.
November 14, 2025 at 6:27 PM
There's a ruthless kind of satisfaction, when I start the day with the knowledge a fag is already sitting beneath my desk, wordless and waiting. Their presence is a reminder that my authority doesn't need to be announced; it's understood and they stay at my feet because that is the order fo things.
Excellence is the bare minimum. I expect perfection. What you call luxury, I call ordinary. I don’t tolerate mediocrity, not in my tools or my fags. If you serve me, you give your time, energy, and devotion in their purest form. Half-measures disgust me. I don’t deserve it, I am entitled to it.
November 11, 2025 at 6:47 PM
Excellence is the bare minimum. I expect perfection. What you call luxury, I call ordinary. I don’t tolerate mediocrity, not in my tools or my fags. If you serve me, you give your time, energy, and devotion in their purest form. Half-measures disgust me. I don’t deserve it, I am entitled to it.
Can't lie, there's something addictive about knowing they can't get you out of their mind long after the moment has passed. When they can't help but compare every taste, every touch, every everything to you ... That's pure Asian power baby. Once you've had me, good luck trying to forget.
November 9, 2025 at 2:16 PM
Can't lie, there's something addictive about knowing they can't get you out of their mind long after the moment has passed. When they can't help but compare every taste, every touch, every everything to you ... That's pure Asian power baby. Once you've had me, good luck trying to forget.
We Asians are horny fuckers. There is a deep seated need within all of us to fuck, hard. The faggot's comfort is an irrelivance, as is the need of another to use it.
November 7, 2025 at 2:01 PM
We Asians are horny fuckers. There is a deep seated need within all of us to fuck, hard. The faggot's comfort is an irrelivance, as is the need of another to use it.
If you’re not ready the moment I arrive, don’t expect me to wait for you to get ready. I don’t tolerate delay or disobedience. When I come, you’ll be waiting — stripped of excuses, ready to serve, or I’ll walk out and leave you trembling at what you’ve just lost.
November 4, 2025 at 1:17 PM
If you’re not ready the moment I arrive, don’t expect me to wait for you to get ready. I don’t tolerate delay or disobedience. When I come, you’ll be waiting — stripped of excuses, ready to serve, or I’ll walk out and leave you trembling at what you’ve just lost.
Bitches, like fags, were put on this earth to be used. They exist to be broken down until obedience is all that’s left. Every glance, every breath betrays that hunger to be owned. I don’t ask. I take. I decide when they serve and how they’re used. It’s not affection — it’s possession.
November 2, 2025 at 5:01 PM
Bitches, like fags, were put on this earth to be used. They exist to be broken down until obedience is all that’s left. Every glance, every breath betrays that hunger to be owned. I don’t ask. I take. I decide when they serve and how they’re used. It’s not affection — it’s possession.
Power isn’t spoken, it’s felt. It seeps into the air, quiet and suffocating, until they forget how to resist. There’s a silence before surrender, a stillness where fear and desire blur into one breath. I enjoy the slow hunt, the certainty that they’ll always return to the hand that broke them.
October 31, 2025 at 3:08 PM
Power isn’t spoken, it’s felt. It seeps into the air, quiet and suffocating, until they forget how to resist. There’s a silence before surrender, a stillness where fear and desire blur into one breath. I enjoy the slow hunt, the certainty that they’ll always return to the hand that broke them.
It’s not about how much you serve — it’s about you submitting when I command it. Not every fag can serve the same extent, but @dumbcagedsub.bsky.social obeyed, even from 200 miles away. Small acts of devotion show me they know their place. If you’re not here to serve, stay the fuck out of my space.
October 28, 2025 at 7:44 PM
It’s not about how much you serve — it’s about you submitting when I command it. Not every fag can serve the same extent, but @dumbcagedsub.bsky.social obeyed, even from 200 miles away. Small acts of devotion show me they know their place. If you’re not here to serve, stay the fuck out of my space.
Desire lives in the spaces between control and surrender. A whispered command, the shiver of yielding — it drags you under, slow and irresistibly inevitable. Dominance tempts, submission answers, and together they ignite a fire you cannot resist. Not a role, but a dark rhythm, an irresistible pull.
October 28, 2025 at 11:27 AM
Desire lives in the spaces between control and surrender. A whispered command, the shiver of yielding — it drags you under, slow and irresistibly inevitable. Dominance tempts, submission answers, and together they ignite a fire you cannot resist. Not a role, but a dark rhythm, an irresistible pull.
AI finally doing something useful and showing me using your GF.
She saw the difference the moment I walked in. I didn’t have to take the lead; I was already leading. She followed because she felt the pull, the inevitability. I don’t persuade. I don’t chase. I attract.
And I keep what’s mine.
She saw the difference the moment I walked in. I didn’t have to take the lead; I was already leading. She followed because she felt the pull, the inevitability. I don’t persuade. I don’t chase. I attract.
And I keep what’s mine.
October 26, 2025 at 2:10 PM
AI finally doing something useful and showing me using your GF.
She saw the difference the moment I walked in. I didn’t have to take the lead; I was already leading. She followed because she felt the pull, the inevitability. I don’t persuade. I don’t chase. I attract.
And I keep what’s mine.
She saw the difference the moment I walked in. I didn’t have to take the lead; I was already leading. She followed because she felt the pull, the inevitability. I don’t persuade. I don’t chase. I attract.
And I keep what’s mine.
I abuse you, not because you deserve it or because you've been a good boy. You haven't and can't earn that right. I abuse you because I am entitled to do so. You and your body are nothing more than objects for me to use for my own satisfaction and amusement. So shut up and get used to it.
October 24, 2025 at 4:55 PM
I abuse you, not because you deserve it or because you've been a good boy. You haven't and can't earn that right. I abuse you because I am entitled to do so. You and your body are nothing more than objects for me to use for my own satisfaction and amusement. So shut up and get used to it.
There’s always a place for you in my harem — if you’ve earned the right to kneel. Obedience brings peace, surrender brings purpose and the serenity only found in serving a will greater than your own. So tell me… what are you waiting for?
October 21, 2025 at 3:12 PM
There’s always a place for you in my harem — if you’ve earned the right to kneel. Obedience brings peace, surrender brings purpose and the serenity only found in serving a will greater than your own. So tell me… what are you waiting for?
If you’re not built to endure, fuck off and stay away. When I take control, there’s no gentleness left — only the weight of my will crushing down until every trace of defiance is gone. You’ll either rise under it or shatter trying.
October 18, 2025 at 11:25 AM
If you’re not built to endure, fuck off and stay away. When I take control, there’s no gentleness left — only the weight of my will crushing down until every trace of defiance is gone. You’ll either rise under it or shatter trying.
Was it even a party if it don't end like this?
October 14, 2025 at 1:01 PM
Was it even a party if it don't end like this?
Back in the UK boys.
You know what to do.
You know what to do.
October 10, 2025 at 3:42 PM
Back in the UK boys.
You know what to do.
You know what to do.
This photo is one of my favourites. People think it's just about sex. They’re wrong. It’s about control. I control everything.
Those chill moments aren’t a break from the dynamic — they prove it. You will forever be under me.
This isn’t a power dynamic. This is my world. You’re just living in it.
Those chill moments aren’t a break from the dynamic — they prove it. You will forever be under me.
This isn’t a power dynamic. This is my world. You’re just living in it.
October 7, 2025 at 5:43 PM
This photo is one of my favourites. People think it's just about sex. They’re wrong. It’s about control. I control everything.
Those chill moments aren’t a break from the dynamic — they prove it. You will forever be under me.
This isn’t a power dynamic. This is my world. You’re just living in it.
Those chill moments aren’t a break from the dynamic — they prove it. You will forever be under me.
This isn’t a power dynamic. This is my world. You’re just living in it.
Who doesn’t crave a long, slow, controlled edge first thing in the morning? I had him at my mercy for over an hour—teasing, denying, completely in control. When I finally pulled away, he was still pleading for more, desperate and aching, just the way I like him.
October 3, 2025 at 1:31 PM
Who doesn’t crave a long, slow, controlled edge first thing in the morning? I had him at my mercy for over an hour—teasing, denying, completely in control. When I finally pulled away, he was still pleading for more, desperate and aching, just the way I like him.
I’m your Dominant. I push you past your limits because that’s how you grow. Every test breaks you open and builds you into who you’re meant to be. I love it when you endure, surrender, and show obedience. That’s the mark of true devotion.
September 30, 2025 at 12:46 PM
I’m your Dominant. I push you past your limits because that’s how you grow. Every test breaks you open and builds you into who you’re meant to be. I love it when you endure, surrender, and show obedience. That’s the mark of true devotion.
I take, you watch. Your man kneels because I command it. You thank me for the privilege of being cucked by me — as you should. I’m not a guest. I’m the force you crave, the one who decides how far you both fall.
September 28, 2025 at 11:47 AM
I take, you watch. Your man kneels because I command it. You thank me for the privilege of being cucked by me — as you should. I’m not a guest. I’m the force you crave, the one who decides how far you both fall.
There’s nothing quite like watching a boy cum in his cage—no hands, no permission, just pure, overwhelmed surrender. His body betrays him while his mind stays mine. That kind of loss of control… it’s not just erotic. It’s intimate.
September 26, 2025 at 3:50 PM
There’s nothing quite like watching a boy cum in his cage—no hands, no permission, just pure, overwhelmed surrender. His body betrays him while his mind stays mine. That kind of loss of control… it’s not just erotic. It’s intimate.
A submissive’s place is to serve—silently, perfectly, and without praise. Cooking, cleaning, keeping everything in order—that’s not special, it’s expected. I don’t ask. I don’t thank. They obey, or they’re replaced. Simple.
September 23, 2025 at 11:37 AM
A submissive’s place is to serve—silently, perfectly, and without praise. Cooking, cleaning, keeping everything in order—that’s not special, it’s expected. I don’t ask. I don’t thank. They obey, or they’re replaced. Simple.