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I get many faggots contacting me, telling me they are realizing they are fags, and asking for advice on how to be a good fag for men.  Here are several basic ways to begin living as the true faggot you are.  These are just a few ways to begin living as a true faggot – feel free to add other ways in the comments. 

Call all men Sir.  faggots are inferior to men, and calling all men “Sir” shows you understand this.  Begin to look at all of the men around you and realize that each and every one of them is Superior to you.  Practice sitting in public places, and in your mind look at each man and say to yourself “that man is Superior to this faggot.”  Do that for every man you see. 

Avert your eyes in the presence of men.  Who are you, as an inferior faggot, to look a man directly in the eyes (unless prompted to do so)?  Instead, stare at men’s crotches or feet, as a sign of respect, and a signal to all that you are a true faggot and that you know you are inferior.

Apologize frequently.  Remember this: true faggots are always wrong. Even if you are factually correct about something, you are are wrong.  Practice saying “Sorry, Sir” as many times in each conversation as possible.  

Defer to men in all ways.  Always take a secondary, passive, submissive role so that the men around you have an easier time in all ways. Do this wherever you are, such as in meetings, in lines, in traffic, at work, etc.

Don’t think being a faggot only relates to sex.  New fags think that being a faggot is about being fucked and used sexually.  Being a true fag is a mindset, a lifestyle, a realization of your inferiority.  Being a fag is who you are; being a hole for men to use is just one of your many duties.  

Be useful to men.  Find ways to make the lives of men around you better, in big ways and small.  Buy men in your office Starbucks, pay for their lunches, buy tickets to sports events and then give them to men to use, etc.  Be generous with your time and efforts as well.  Do as much of their work at your job as possible.  Offer to clean their homes and do their laundry.  Say to yourself often: “Less for this fag means more for men.”  Remember, you are here to make their lives better.

Your needs and wants don’t matter.  So many fags write to say “I want you to fuck me” and “I need to be used.”  This is a mistake.  What you need and want isn’t important.  True faggots should only want what Superior men want, and their only need is to improve the lives of men.  Ask men what they want, what they require from you, and then do it, no matter what, no questions asked, no hesitation.  

Don’t urinate standing up.  True faggots should sit when using the toilet.  Urinals are for men only.  fags are male, but not men, so they should sit like a female when pissing.  This will also always remind you of your secondary status.  fags don’t use urinals: fags are urinals for men to use.

Cage your fagdick.  faggots should become accostomed to not using their fagdicks for their own pleasure.  A true fag’s pleasure only comes through bringing pleasure to men.  When fags use their own fagdick for pleasure, they are focusing on themselves and their own pleasure, which they should never do.  Your entire life should be devoted to making the lives of men better.  

Practice practice practice.  Every day, find ways to practice being ready for whatever you might be asked to do.  Practice deepthroating with dildos, keep your hole clean every day in case a man wants to use it, learn to drink your own piss so that you can be an eager urinal for men, etc.  Being the best fag you can be is your duty – practice every day.

White slaves and pets worship everything a Master’s body makes — including His spit. 

Fortunately, a Man’s mouth has an endless supply of saliva in it. The result is an infinite amount of enjoyment for Masters who are enterprising enough to use their spit not only for chewing up food at the kitchen table, but also for chewing up white slaves in the bedroom. 

Need some ideas? Here are 20 ways Masters can use Their Alpha spit to abuse a white slave :

Spit-fuck Your faggot’s pussy. After all, spit is Mother Nature’s lube.

Spit directly into Your slave mouth. A slave face-cunt makes for the perfect spittoon. Spitting in its mouth can also be useful for extra lubrication if its mouth is dry, because nobody likes fucking a dry throat.

Use Your spit and Your slave face for target practice. Have Your slave kneel in the corner with its mouth open. Step away from the slave and spit at it from a distance. Aim for its open mouth. If it’s too easy to get your spit in the hole, take a step back to challenge yourself. Have buddies over? Turn this into a game: You score five points for a direct hit in the mouth, three points for the eyes and one point for anywhere on the face. First Man to 50 points gets to use the slave first.

Spit in Your faggot’s drink — multiple times if You feel like it — then watch it guzzle its spit-spiked beverage. Even better: do it in public, at a restaurant or bar. Better still: Do it with loogies, which will float in the drink like snotty ice cubes.

Spit — regular spit or a loogie — on the floor of a public place when You’re out with Your slave. Order it to get on the ground and lick it up, no matter who’s around to see it do it.

Spit on the floor and tell Your slave to put his tongue on it. No licking it up; just touching it with its tongue. Make it stay like this for several minutes — or perhaps even longer — until You give it permission to lick it up. It’s a good exercise in restraint and obedience.

When Your slave comes home from work, leave a trail of spit on the floor leading to the bedroom, where You will be waiting to fuck the living daylights out of it . It’s like leaving a romantic trail of rose petals — but for slaves.

Spit Your used toothpaste into Your slave mouth as the only thing it ’s allowed to use to brush its teeth.

Spit on Your slave face and/or in its hair. Make it leave it there to dry and forbid it from washing its face. It has to wear Your spit on its skin all day — to work, the grocery store, etc.

When out to lunch with Your slave , spit a loogie onto its burger or sandwich; Your spit is the only condiment a slave needs/deserves.

Spit some spit and a few loogies into condiment cup so Your slave can dip its french fries in it. Only Master get ketchup for Their fries.

If Your slave had been a good boy, give it a facial massage — and use Your spit as the massage oil. Your spit will get deep into the pig’s pores, and the scent of it will linger on its  face for hours after.

Sit comfortably with Your slave at Your feet and see how far across the room You can spit. Make the slave crawl as fast as it can to lick it up and get back to You before You do the next one. For added fun, blindfold the slave and make it crawl with his nose on the floor until it finds it.

Messy slave ? Make it wash its hands or face with Your spit. Soap and water is for Masters.

Men in public restrooms often spit in the urinal as They’re pissing in it. Do the same with Your slave— piss in its open mouth, and spit in it as You’re pissing. Because spit and piss are the perfect complements.

Keep a small water bottle with You throughout Your week. Spit in it periodically throughout the day, every day for the week. You’ll be surprised at how much spit You’re able to accumulate. At the end of the week, make Your slave drink the spit-beverage from a cup, jack off with it while You watch, or use it as lube while dildo-fucking itself.

Put Your slave out on the street and then go upstairs — the higher the better — and spit large drools of spit out the window. The faggot must catch it with its mouth. If it misses, the huge splat on its forehead will be entertaining anyway.

Choose one day a week where the only thing Your slave eats is chewed and spat from Your mouth onto the floor.

Spit a few loogies into Your slave underwear and make it wear them; sitting in Your spit and snot will remind it of its place serving You. At the end of the day, instruct it to remove the underwear and suck on the dried loogie stains to prove its obedience to You.

If Your slave fancies itself a foodie, create Your own “foam” for the top of his meals by getting a good mouthful and swishing it around Your mouth to create that extra foamy effect. Make sure everything is covered.

I already knew today was going to be a rough day, but FUCK i had no idea. I got to the hotel yesterday before the big event weekend kicked off. I like to take a little downtime before the chaos starts so that I can settle in, unpack, get my bearings, and ease myself into the weekend. We had talked about this a little bit ahead of time, but not all the details. If we had I’m not sure if I would have asked to change anything or not.

He gets to my hotel room at Noon and comes right in, already having a key ahead of time in case he needs it later when i was shall we say incapacitated. He doesn’t miss any time at all and slams me into the wall shoving his tongue down my throat as I groan in excitement. His other hand starts slowly digging into and kneading my chest muscles that are already sore from the workout routine that week. He always knows exactly how to flip my switch and push me into high gear without any ramp up. I’m melting into him like putty and he knows it. Just as quickly as he started, he releases me steps back and stares at me. I see that his eyes are that cold icy glare that means I’m really in trouble. He has one goal in mind and that is to have fun by making me miserable. My cock throbs from it.

He orders me on my hands and knees on the bed and he steps behind me and begins inspecting my hole. Starting with one finger, then two, then three. Inserting the lubed fingers and worming around while I groan like a bitch in heat. The more he worked my ass the hornier I got. I started backing up and groaning until his other hand punched me underhand in the balls.

He picked up the XL long and thick butt plug that was already lubed up and starts sliding it into my ass. My ass starts to protest and resist, but steady pressure starts to win.

“Good boy” is all I hear and that’s all my brain needs to release the resistance, and I feel the plug slide home.

“FUCKING HELL” I growl through gritted teeth.

“Yeah, get those words out now, you won’t be able to very soon.” He says with that grin on his face as he stands me up. He holds open the front of the prelubed black rubber catsuit and I slide one and then two legs inside. Feeling the rubber encase my muscled calves and quads and then sliding over my hips. He steps behind me and helps guide my arms into the sleeves. As he pulls the zippers up the front it pulls the ass even tighter shoving that giant monster deeper into my ass. My cock is rock hard in the front of the catsuit, and he maneuvers the extra zippers so they are right over my crotch. My lizard brain takes over and my hips press forward trying to get the slightest bit of attention to my aching cock, but he has other plans and immediately moves his hands to start the next stage. Picking up the thigh high rubber wader boots he helps guide my legs into them, and then coming down to the floor he adds a locking ankle restraint around each, and adds a small padlock to both. Now the waders won’t be able to come off without a key…. something tells me those will be there a while.

“Don’t worry, I left them just loose enough so that your feet wont feel left out later, but tight enough that they are stuck. Now for the rest.”

Next he grabs the rubber fist mitts and guides one onto each of my hands holding them in a tight useless ball. Then comes the locking wrist restraints for each wrist now successfully holding the fist mitts in place once the padlocks close.

Fuck me – that’s four padlocks now….

Coming in front of me he adds a steel cable collar around my neck and as he padlocks it closed he runs the lock through the top zipper holding the catsuit closed.

That’s five…

“How’s that feeling toy?” He asks as he gently presses on the back of my ass causing the plug to invade deeper.

“UGGGHHHHUUUUU – Feels amazing SIR- it wants to be your toy for you to enjoy! I’d stay this way ALL day if you wanted SIR!” I respond, mustering all my strength not to collapse in a puddle from the pleasure in my hole.

Without missing a beat the urinal hood with built in gag is next. He slides the gag home which now holds my mouth permanently open, and works the THICK rubber over my head and then pulls the zipper down the back. This thick rubber hood encloses my head completely. Dark tinted lenses cover the eyes severely reducing my ability to see out or anyone’s ability to see in. The thick rubber trough on the front of the hood makes a perfect place for piss or any other liquids to be poured in, and the gag holds the pigs mouth open wide to receive. I hear the distinctive CLICK from behind me as the SIXTH lock is closed.

“MMMPPPHHHHHHPPPHHHHH” – I gurgle into the gag realizing just then what my very last words had been…

“I warned you that you wouldn’t be able to speak soon…. Did I not?” He says with a sneer.

Kneeling down in front of me he opens the suits extra zippers that are holding my cock back and i think for one glimmering moment he’s going to finally pay some attention to my dick, but looking down I see the rubber glove on his hand and I get nervous…. That never ends well…. What’s going on my dick that he doesn’t want on his hands…. He slowly strokes my cock with the handful of cream and i start groaning in pleasure through the gag. Slowly I start to feel less and less of the stroking so I figure he stopped as suddenly as he started…. I look down and he is still stroking my cock but i can’t feel a damn thing.

“MPHPHPHPPPPPPHHMMPP?!?!?!?!” Is the best i can get out

“Ohhh…. You really didn’t think that this was about you or your cock did you? It will be several hours before that numbing cream wears off. Until then you wont feel a damn thing.” He reaches down and works a condom catheter over my hard cock, puts my cock back into my suit leaving only the tube from the catheter exposed

*CLICK* – Padlock seven closes on the suits’ zippers now locking my numb cock inside my suit.

“I don’t want you making a mess while we are out.” He says as he takes the catheter tube and tapes it in place into the trough of the urinal hood.

He pushes me down onto my knees in front of him and pulls his cock out of his sweaty jockstrap and puts his thick meaty cock in front of my face aimed at the trough and let’s loose a strong stream of coffee piss. I struggle to choke it down knowing that he isn’t going to slow down. Clearing his throat he spits into the trough as the last of the piss flushes down the drain.

“Now lets make this day a little more fun. In case you haven’t noticed, you’re stuck and not getting out of any of this on your own. Time to leave a little bit of your fate to chance. I’m going to roll three dice, the number that shows up will be the minimum duration of your sentence in this suit as a public urinal.”

“MMPPPHHHHPPPPPP” I Grunt and try to tell him i can’t go out like this.

He pulls out three dice and shows them to me, standard 6-sided dice. He shakes them in his hand and then rolls them on the floor in front of me and laughs. I look down and see a 4, 5, and 3.

“Wow…. 12 eh? This will be interesting for sure. Looks like you’re not quiet ready yet though.” He says standing me up, and swiftly locking chains to the wrist and ankle restraints. This quickly take the number of padlocks to 11…

He steps behind me and presses hard and rhythmically on the giant plug in my asshole making me groan into the gag.

No… no no no he won’t….

“I’ll bet that’s already feeling pretty rough in there isn’t it pig?” He says so cold that it sends a shiver through me…. I feel and hear the 12th padlock going thru the suit’s rear zipper locking mechanism and feeling him click it closed. “Don’t worry, that’s not going anywhere.”

“MMMPPPPHHHHHHPPPHHHHHH”. I CAN’T HAVE THIS IN ME ALL DAY

“12 locks….” he says as he holds a hand full of keys in front of my face. He picks up the time safe and tosses the handful of keys in and spins the time mechanism to 12:00 hrs and presses the button. “12 hours… I’m going to enjoy this.”

Time for another writing project! I’m going to think for precisely 5 minutes about every way I can think of to make a submissive feel exposed. Starting with of course anything I myself have done. After I write out the bullet points, I’ll expand on each idea I came up with.

Some of this stuff is public play. Public play can be dangerous (thus the thrill) in the regard that you can get arrested for it. Try some of these at your own risk.

- Kick a boy out of my apartment without clothes: This one is obviously a bit dangerous for the sub. The first time I ever did it was with a submissive who begged me to. I took his clothes and put them in a duffle bag. He had me hide them in a stairwell in my building on a specific floor. Then I kicked him out of my apartment and let him run down 3 flights and get dressed in a very exposed place. He was an expert at this little game and managed to get dressed before being seen by people descending the stairs above him. He had quite the little thrill.

- Lock clothes away in my chest: This is one I do a lot for submissives who need a gentle attitude adjustment. I love doing this because I have them come in, fold up their clothes into a neat pile and then I pull them into my room and toss their clothes in and lock it in front of their face. The stunned expression is priceless and helps put any notions of an early escape out of their head.

- Wrap boy up like a burrito (tightly) in a blanket and tickle his feet: I secretly plan to do this to my boy. He’s seated over on my bed right now completely unaware of the awful fate that shall befall him. He’s very ticklish you know…

- Tie boy spread eagle to bed: Eh. It was all I could think of. Not dreadfully original or difficult, but it counts.

- Make boy wear underwear in the waistband of his pants and buy me a soda: This I have indeed done with two separate submissives. Also a bit dangerous so I tell them to use best judgment and bail if they’d get in trouble. So far no one has had to bail and I’ve gotten my soda.

- Use boy’s underwear as a napkin on a night out drinking: So you meet up with a submissive in a public non-kink space (like a straight piano bar) for a drink or two to chat first. You talk for 5-10 minutes and ask if he’d like to engage in a little light play while we’re just sitting here. He says “yeah”, so you ask him to go to the bathroom, remove his underwear, bring it back to you and place it in your hand… as a sign of submission. He agrees and returns to hand you the underwear. You take it and use it as a napkin for the evening and make sure to leave the underwear showing a bit. You can put it in your breast pocket, in your pants pocket, lay it over your knee, or just toss it on the table. Watch his body language, he’ll be fixated on his underwear all night and so helplessly horny… well… I’ve yet to meet a boy that didn’t want to come home with me after that stunt.

- Tied up boy in suspension and let him only balance on a few toes of a single foot: This one on the surface is not dreadfully creative. The trick to pulling off something like this is to blindfold the boy and say that you need to prep some other kink toys and what not for play and you forgot to do it earlier. Left to his own devices hanging there, waiting, and hearing little movements from you. His mind will race at the possibilities that await him. A little push or shove here and there is all it takes to remind him just how precarious his position is.

- Tie boy down and spank him till he tells you all his secrets: Works equally well with tickling if that is less pleasant for your boy. Who cares if he has indeed told you every secret? Only you get to decide when he’s “told you everything”.

- Record that but never release it: “Oh… does the red light mean it’s on? Gee what would you do to make sure no one ever sees that?”

- Have boy perform services naked for me while I’m on a balcony: This can get you arrested, so just be mindful of exposure up there. Ideally it will simply look like shirtless men to anyone down below or even horizontal to you, but there’s no way there will be anything in his mind other than his nudity at that moment.

- Stick your finger up his ass while you’re hanging out around the house: When I first met @bredbeta​I walked into his apartment and in the first 30 seconds there I stuck my fingers right up his ass. I did this because I had ordered him to pre-lube and wanted to check he did it. Taking that level of control over the situation had him cooing almost instantly. To this day I’ll occasionally finger his pussy while we’re just hanging out to remind him who owns him. :)

- Only let your boy engage in his scent fixation while naked and able to finger his hole: When your boy has a fixation with scent or oral play, or almost anything. Only let him engage in that play while naked and while you finger his hole. Doing so reminds him that he is in fact naked because you can access and manipulate his genitals. I generally prefer to do such things in front of a large window.

- Go on a hike and fuck him in the woods, but only just enough off the path that you might still be seen: Pretty self explanatory. If you like a nice hike, it’s a GREAT way to make sure your boy is enthusiastic for them. Plus you can stop for no reason and say “shhh a hiker. Don’t move so he won’t see my cock in your ass.”