Emails from a slave

Some faggots know what they are from birth.  Others learn as they go and come to accept themselves on their own.  Then there are those who resist and rebel, even as they seek out Men to dominate them.  These must be cunted - psychologically and physically - and shown their place.  I don’t espouse violence.  I don’t espouse humiliation. 

i am a fag. The simple statement is the most profound truth i have ever uttered. One three-letter word sums up my entire life.

Today and every day hereafter, i will devote myself totally to being a fag. By so doing, i dedicate my life to being of service to Real Men. i dedicate the whole of my being to this goal. i will derive my sole pleasure from pleasing Men. Whatever worth my life may have is devoted to that which i worship. i dedicate my mind, body and soul to the service of Superior Men. The only pleasure i derive comes from bringing Them pleasure. i require no so-called reciprocation, for in allowing me the honor of serving Them, They bestow upon me the ultimate pleasure a fag could ever want.

i acknowledge this purpose explains my entire existence. this realization and declaration brings me full-circle. Servicing Men, i am complete. Without Men, i can serve no purpose.

In my very weakness is the veneration of Their Strength. My faggot lust serves the useful purpose of bringing about Their Will. i am the omega to Their Alpha, the shadow to Their Light, the nothing to Their Everything. i devote whatever value my life may have to Their whim, Their Desire, Their Attention. It is thus i receive the only affirmation i desire: to be of service. i dedicate myself entirely to Their Pleasure. It must be so, for that is the only pleasure i can ever hope to have. I am nothing without Them. i am a fag.

A couple of months ago, i wrote of a night sometime even earlier than that when Master and i went to a leather bar. While i had learned to take His piss and that of His friends in His home, that night was the first time that i had done so in a public setting. It was a real turning point for me. Master and His two friends pissed several times that night, both down my throat and all over me. Master, as is His practice, had picked out the clothing i was to wear that night — an old, piss and cum stained, torn jock and flip-flops, and as the night wore on, and i got wetter and wetter, the jock became nearly transparent and the flip-flops became soaked so that they made squishing noises whenever i walked through the bar (like to get them their drinks). i smelled like a urinal, and as the night progressed, i could not help but notice that other guys in the bar kind of backed away as i approached. i must have been pretty unsavory. i have written before on this blog that a slave can’t be humiliated — is beyond humiliation — that everything that a slave does and everything that he goes through is in service to his Master and thus is glorious, the opposite of humiliation. Well, that night, in the bar, practically naked, drinking piss in plain sight of scores of men is did not know, smelling of piss and making squishing noises with every move i made, i was humiliated. “How could i have allowed myself to be brought so low?” i wondered. i was starting to feel sorry for myself. Then i realized that Master has planned this. That every aspect of the evening — going out to the bar (something he rarely did), hooking up with His friends, what i was wearing — was designed by Him to let me know that He was prepared to accept any and every level of service from me. i could look across the room to Master while i was waiting for the bartender to get another round of beers for Master and His friends and i could see His magnificence and it immediately dawned on me that this was not cause for humiliation. Rather it was cause for satisfaction (a slave’s version of pride) — satisfaction that i could serve Him, that He would accept my worshipful adoration, that there was nothing that He would feel constrained to expect from me in the nature of service. And at that moment i was overwhelmed with gratitude to Him for the privilege of serving Him. And that is why a slave cannot be humiliated; because he is overwhelmed with gratitude as the privilege of service.

A cocksucker does much more than just suck your dick and bring you to orgasm.

1. He also worships your manhood. A cocksucker understands the enormous privilege he has when you allow him to suck your cock.The more you give it to him the hungrier he gets and the better he will perform, devoting himself exclusively to your total pleasure.

2, A good cocksucker makes your dick the center of the world while he’s on his knees. That’s a big turn-on for most men.

3. You don’t have to feel guilty about using a cocksucker instead of having mutual sex with him. A cocksucker wants to be used, wants to make it all about you and your pleasure, your cock, your masculinity. He’s on his knees to serve you, his feeder. A cocksucker doesn’t expect or want reciprocation. He is happy to go after he has served you.

4. A cocksucker allows you to express your dominance, as the cocksucker necessarily submits to you and allows himself to be used. Most men love to be dominant, and you can’t get much more dominant over another man than by using him for sexual pleasure and sticking your dick in his mouth. Having your cock worshipped by another man, on his knees, and seeing the hunger and need in his eyes, amplifies your power and reinforces your dominance. Over time you become more superior.

5. A cocksucker will allow your superiority to inform and guide his worship.In turn this will enable you to realise, if you didn’t already, that you can get a cocksucker to serve you any way you want and you don’t need to hold back.

6. Cocksuckers expect to be used this way. Its how they are and what they need to be fulfilled.

This is why men use cocksuckers. Or could if they wanted to.

specific mention to pussyboyfaggot, properfaggot, and puphawaii for announcing the return of the blog with enthusiasm on their blogs.  good job boys.

the reboot of the blog has been up less than 24 hours and already over 300  have followed - some former followers and some new. 

the name has changed to ALPHAcumdumpBreeder (the old blog name was taken) but the message is still the same. 

I had a request from a follower a while back to put all the postings about Sir and this boy together in order. It turned out there are quite a few!