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Master Sean is definitely going to need one of these for “it” to teach His fag how the hell to shut the fuck up and wouldn’t doubt if, it wasn’t already in His plans! ~ justin
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Today is veterans day. We celebrate the Real Men we have lost and those that are still alive and with us today. Every fag and sub should be showing thier appreciation to, Master Cris, on this day. His Amazon wishlist and cashapp is below. Happy Veterans Day, Master Cris. We are grateful for You and Your Bros serving this country and thankful for taking my freedoms away. We all love you, Master Cris.
i was a communications professional. Words were the tools of my craft. In my personal life, i’ve relied upon them to compensate for many things and to get what i want. Now, words are useless.
In a country where i can’t speak, read, write, or understand the language i am as vulnerable as i’ve ever felt in my life. And He makes no attempt to lessen that discomfort. In fact, He leverages it to His advantage.
Every day, He speaks long, emphatic dialogues directed at me, knowing full well i can’t comprehend a word. And i’ve learned i can’t rely upon intonation or facial expressions either. He’ll frequently use gentle, condescending tones right before physically accosting me for unknown reasons. i’m doomed to fail the tasks He sets out for me because i can only learn the nuances of His expectations from trial and error.
i don’t know if He speaks English but i’ve stopped begging for mercy, at least with words, which perhaps makes my cries all the more poignant.
My passport, wallet, cellphone - anything that connected me with my former life - its all gone.
He has the countenance of someone who is extremely happy and lighthearted, which is what dismantled my guard to begin with. It’s not that He’s a cruel person. It’s obvious that to Him, it’s completely natural and permissible to enslave, own, and use me for His pleasure, whenever and however He wants.
The way He fucks me tells me a lot about how He sees me; it’s almost always on my back in a manner that always leaves me feeling feminized. Even when it’s romantic and tender, there’s always an edge to the way He maneuvers and controls me that lets me know i’m a possession - not an equal.
He loves to play in my wrecked hole afterwards, pushing His cum back inside with His long fingers and delighting in the sight of His plentiful load oozing out of me. The way He beats me makes me feel even more like the worst version of a 50s housewife - dragging me by the hair to show me where i’ve not cleaned to His expectation or slapping me for challenging Him with my eyes.
i’ve learned quickly how to please Him: crawling on my knees; kissing the head of His cock; screaming loudly when He fucks me hard like a Man possessed; keeping my head bowed and always letting Him take the initiative in any physical contact; and when He feeds me His cum off His fingers, looking Him in the eyes and showing sincere gratitude.
i don’t know what i’ve become. What started out as survival techniques have become my natural inclination and way of life. He’s just as happy as He was when i first saw Him; i like to think that perhaps He’s even happier now that He has what He wants. i never leave His home. i’m locked in chastity and wear the constant marks of His ownership across my body. And i am happier than i ever was before i met Him, because i too now have what i didn’t know i wanted or needed.
Men of a certain caliber have rights that are due them: the right to demand excellence in service, authentic acts of submission, unwavering obedience and god-like respect. He can have the trophy wife or girlfriend, the pimped out SUV, the Alpha position amongst His gang of bros. But the ultimate sign of His Manhood and superiority amongst men is having someone like me at His disposal. Men like this intimidate and scare me because i can’t relate. There is nothing about me that equates to manhood in the way that He embodies it. i expect nothing but hostility from Men like this and thus i stay my distance. That is, until i’m summoned. Even then, it’s with great caution. i am His slave. The chains that bind me in servitude to Him are the natural intrinsic bonds between an Alpha and His beta. Whether it’s to do His laundry, clean His home, cook a meal, massage His shoulders or suck His cock, i do everything with the same level of respectful enthusiasm and appreciation. Yet even with He’s using my mouth for release i don’t let my guard down. It’s a privilege to service Him but i never lose sight of the fact that He is dangerous and prone to demonstrate His strength in acts of sudden violence and aggression. Even that is a privilege i welcome.
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