#alpha worship
Pussyboys: Whenever blessed with the opportunity breathe deeply of the Musk of an Alpha. All that an Alpha produces is precious to you. Let His pheromones saturate your senses and sink you deeper into the depths of your submission.
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Every inch of an Alpha is praiseworthy. Breathe deep of His mansmell and worship His pits with your tongue. SUBMIT
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He deserves my respect and obedience.
i’m not unaware of the tremendous energy it takes mentally, emotionally, and physically to provide me with the security and structure i need to be the best version of myself - a happy, contented submissive with purpose. It’s all because of Him.
The wall He’s built around me that hems me in and makes me feel safe and protected didn’t spring up magically overnight. Even though my submission to Him feels instinctive and natural, it’s the result of His forethought and planning. To construct something tangible and permanent often requires the deconstruction of years of resistance and the realignment of daily realities and intrusions from the outside. And that takes work, dedication, and effort.
You can’t measure the length and height of that wall just by the discipline He administers or the rules and commands He gives. He has slowly and methodically made me dependent upon Him in ways that bind me more tightly than the thickest shackles ever could.
My obedience comes from a place of genuine and unwavering admiration, love, and devotion. i will do everything i can to make His life richer and more satisfying because of what He’s done for me - for us.
The dominance He exerts over me is not always with a belt. The daily affirmation of His possessiveness and full ownership over me is not just about the collar i wear or the cage that keeps me in chastity. The way He owns and controls me so perfectly is through a tapestry of a million small, nuanced things He does and says. They are consistent and reliable to the point where it’s easy to take them - and Him - for granted.
But i will honor His efforts by never doing that.
When i see Him taking quiet moments of contemplation and meditation, my heart swells with pride and gratitude that i can trust and rely upon His control, strength, and power.
As i kneel before Him and lay my head against His thigh i bask in the enormous privilege of serving a Man of such high caliber and integrity, a Man who takes His role and responsibilities seriously. He deserves my best life and i will give it to Him. Gladly.
When i cling to You it’s not a sign of possession; it’s a sign of need. i need You. i worship You. And i am constantly aware of the profound pull between us - the never-ending desire i have to be Your compliment - the polar opposite that magnifies, lauds, and strengthens You and all that You are.
i’ve written expanded captions for photos for a very long time. i even like to think i may have contributed to the genesis of the genre way back when tumblr was cool. i always start with a picture first; the narratives come second. It still surprises me how some images conjure very specific and vivid themes, while with others i get absolutely nothing, no matter how appealing the pic may be.
i’m fully aware these narratives are more about the current state of my psyche than anything. [Takes a deep breathe]
So all i can see here is a story where i beg this Man to hurt, degrade, and rape me. my little dick doesn’t get that hard anymore; i think i’ve internalized my submissive identity so deeply that my orgasms are now mental and psychological; my shrinking penis is just an external manifestation of an internal reality.
So when i think of worshiping this Man with my mouth as He belittles me and tells me in explicit detail what’s He’s going to do to me, yes - my cock still reacts. But what i feel inside is much more profound and incapacitating. i feel a shortness of breathe and an almost suffocating desire to suffer at His hand.
It’s instinctive. i’m not that impressive in the flesh. But to me, the greatest form of worship i could give Him is to be shamelessly transparent about my instincts: the self awareness that i am nothing compared to Him, and that if i deserve anything, it’s pain and humiliation.i want to hurt for Him. And i want Him to enjoy hurting me. Somehow, i think that if that were to happen, the physiological reaction i would likely experience would be the shameful expulsion of cum from my limp dick as my body rids itself of that vestige of my pitiful masculinity and virility.
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