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Here you will find captions, mind control and other kinky stuff. Are you ready to play?
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But if you want to call me Master... you have to earn it.
But if you want to call me Master... you have to earn it.
I don't want to make you submit, I want to make you want to submit.
Surrender by desire is so much better than surrender by force...
I want you, and I want you to want me, and I want you to want to want me...
I don't want to make you submit, I want to make you want to submit.
Surrender by desire is so much better than surrender by force...
I want you, and I want you to want me, and I want you to want to want me...
My dinner will be served by you, brought by you, and I will have it with my feet on your back.
Your dinner will be from a plate between my feet, when I give you permission, and it will taste better, coming from me, than the finest feast you've ever had.
Happy anniversary, boy.
My dinner will be served by you, brought by you, and I will have it with my feet on your back.
Your dinner will be from a plate between my feet, when I give you permission, and it will taste better, coming from me, than the finest feast you've ever had.
Happy anniversary, boy.
Woke up, and my internet is gone.
I have to go to the office.
This is not how my day was supposed to be.
(And this is why I prefer to have my packages arrive at a collection point and not at home)
Woke up, and my internet is gone.
I have to go to the office.
This is not how my day was supposed to be.
(And this is why I prefer to have my packages arrive at a collection point and not at home)
Day 10, part 2: Jaimie Wilson
www.instagram.com/tboy61915
He's actually straight, but as a trans man, he's part of insta-LGBTQ men and he's in a very rough patch so he definitely can use the visibility.
Do me a favor and go look him up.
Day 10, part 2: Jaimie Wilson
www.instagram.com/tboy61915
He's actually straight, but as a trans man, he's part of insta-LGBTQ men and he's in a very rough patch so he definitely can use the visibility.
Do me a favor and go look him up.
When obedience becomes so easy and so fundamental that you don't even realize it's happening.
When you can no longer distinguish between my orders and your desires.
When I just command, and you just obey.
When obedience becomes so easy and so fundamental that you don't even realize it's happening.
When you can no longer distinguish between my orders and your desires.
When I just command, and you just obey.
If you put the word "used" in the title, you're gonna give me a lot of expectations.
I'm gonna want to see someone get USED.
You better deliver.
If you put the word "used" in the title, you're gonna give me a lot of expectations.
I'm gonna want to see someone get USED.
You better deliver.
In my house, you're just a mindless object, existing to serve and be used.
And when you walk out, you recover your mind, and you remember nothing of your time as a slave.
All you know is you had the best time ever and can't wait to come back.
In my house, you're just a mindless object, existing to serve and be used.
And when you walk out, you recover your mind, and you remember nothing of your time as a slave.
All you know is you had the best time ever and can't wait to come back.
All the managers and VPs watch him mute himself with the janitor already unzipping behind him, and readjust their straining cocks with a sigh of envy.
All the managers and VPs watch him mute himself with the janitor already unzipping behind him, and readjust their straining cocks with a sigh of envy.
The pleasure is all mine.
No, it's not a courtesy. It's my rule when I meet a boy I like.
Look at me. Surrender. Yes, just like this.
From now on, you live under my will and for my desires and pleasure, whe my I say so, because I say so.
The pleasure is all mine.
The pleasure is all mine.
No, it's not a courtesy. It's my rule when I meet a boy I like.
Look at me. Surrender. Yes, just like this.
From now on, you live under my will and for my desires and pleasure, whe my I say so, because I say so.
The pleasure is all mine.
No, boy.
Not granted.
No, boy.
Not granted.
The phone rings.
You blink and open back your eyes, and you're back at your living room.
It doesn't feel like any time passed at alli, but you look at the clock and t's 9 p.m.
The phone rings.
You blink and open back your eyes, and you're back at your living room.
It doesn't feel like any time passed at alli, but you look at the clock and t's 9 p.m.
Wool socks are a good idea, but the real game changer for me was antiperspirant on my feet.
Preventing sweat is easier than managing it. Try a roll-on or spray (bar doesn't spread well)
Wool socks are a good idea, but the real game changer for me was antiperspirant on my feet.
Preventing sweat is easier than managing it. Try a roll-on or spray (bar doesn't spread well)
It's just words of a screen, and yet the moment you read them they take over your mind and body, and you respond, automatically, helplessly, unable to stop or escape...
It's just words of a screen, and yet the moment you read them they take over your mind and body, and you respond, automatically, helplessly, unable to stop or escape...
Four...
Every number makes you dumber.
Three...
Every number makes you dumber.
Two...
Every number...
One...
...makes you dumber.
Zero.
Four...
Every number makes you dumber.
Three...
Every number makes you dumber.
Two...
Every number...
One...
...makes you dumber.
Zero.
Dicknosis.
Pupnosis.
Gymnosis.
Dumbnosis.
There are so many things I can do with you, boy...
Dicknosis.
Pupnosis.
Gymnosis.
Dumbnosis.
There are so many things I can do with you, boy...
These two words are a trap.
It feels so good to hear them that slowly you get caught in them.
You can't escape. You need them. You will do anything, anything at all, to hear my voice saying it again.
"Good boy."
The bad news: you can't escape.
The good news: you don't want to.
These two words are a trap.
It feels so good to hear them that slowly you get caught in them.
You can't escape. You need them. You will do anything, anything at all, to hear my voice saying it again.
"Good boy."
The bad news: you can't escape.
The good news: you don't want to.
Everyone help me welcome this incredible pup over here.
Everyone help me welcome this incredible pup over here.
You hear nothing.
My words get so deep in your mind that you can't tell them apart from your own thoughts.
You hear nothing.
Yet, you can't take them off. You can't even imagine trying.
You keep them in, and keep listening, and you can't stop.
Listen.
You hear nothing.
My words get so deep in your mind that you can't tell them apart from your own thoughts.
You hear nothing.
Yet, you can't take them off. You can't even imagine trying.
You keep them in, and keep listening, and you can't stop.
Listen.
No, it's not a question. Not even an order.
It's a statement of truth.
My words make it real, and the moment you hear me say it, it becomes your only reality.
You can't even remember how you were, one moment ago, before this.
And you love it when it happens.
No, it's not a question. Not even an order.
It's a statement of truth.
My words make it real, and the moment you hear me say it, it becomes your only reality.
You can't even remember how you were, one moment ago, before this.
And you love it when it happens.
That was when you still thought you could be free, before you knew you had always been destined to be a slave.
You knew how easy it was to lose your freedom, and you tried to protect it.
Because you knew you wanted to be a slave.
That was when you still thought you could be free, before you knew you had always been destined to be a slave.
You knew how easy it was to lose your freedom, and you tried to protect it.
Because you knew you wanted to be a slave.
"Hi Sir, dum f_ggit over here"
Me: "Hi there, where have we met?"
Him: *Disappears, blocks me, empty chat.
Me: 🤔
"Hi Sir, dum f_ggit over here"
Me: "Hi there, where have we met?"
Him: *Disappears, blocks me, empty chat.
Me: 🤔