#service
I got an assfucking that is “weeks of masturbation fodder” worthy. I got to give Him pure service, foot, calf, and back massage. I got to make Him cum with a bondage blow job. I got to sleep in the bed next to Him and got several cuddles in the night. I got to wake Him up with a blow job and dry Him off as He got out of the shower. I got to sit at His feet and laugh and play and finally, because I’d been a very good girl, I got to have as many orgasms as I could stand.
It pays to be a very good girl.
Devotional Training: Be a good girl.
For me, one of the hardest things about being a good submissive cunt is completely understanding that my Man’s needs come first and not just sexually. I was reminded of this last night. He was out working and told me He would be home around midnight. I was so excited as normally when He is working away He doesn’t come home until the Sunday. He told me He was starving too so I began preparing Him a meal at 10.30pm. When He walked through the door at 11.50 I was exfoliated, shaved and moisturised to perfection. I was wearing only a pair of heels and had a full face of make up on and my hair done. His dinner was minutes away from being ready and He looked so happy when He came in. I sat at His feet while He ate and told me about His few days working away. He relaxed in front of the tv while I washed up the dishes and when I finished I went back to my position by His feet. I offered Him a foot rub, a blow job and for me to get on top of Him so He could lay back and relax while I fucked Him with my asshole. All of which He declined. He said He was tired and just wanted to watch tv. I told Him I could rub His feet or suck His dick while He watched tv but He told me it was past my bedtime. I lay in bed edging , just in case He wanted to use me when He came to bed and found myself feeling sad that I hadn’t been used, but then I realised, my Man was happy, full and comfortable enjoying exactly what He wants to be doing in His clean and tidy home
Devotional Training.
Slave
What is a slavegirl? A girl who is owned. A girl who devotes her life exclusively and completely to bringing pleasure to her Master. A girl who has no desires of her own except to please her Master.
It is an ideal impossible to reach in its perfection. Yet, for centuries men have cultivated the arts by which slavegirls can be trained, indoctrinated, conditioned to serve. Such a depth of submission is nearly impossible to force upon a girl, although it can be done. The best training is aimed more at bringing out the natural drives and inclinations that reside within the heart of every girl to submit to a Master.
The central form of service to a Master is bringing Him sexual pleasure. And the primary form of sexual service a girl can give to her Master is the use of her mouth.
Much has been written about cocksucking from the mechanical perspectives. Much of my own writing includes views on the subject, so I will not dwell long on that aspect. What is far more subtle, far more significant, is the attitude of the slavegirl.
A slavegirl learns to yield her body to her Master’s pleasure. She does not “fuck”, but offers up her body to be fucked. And when her Master decides to take her body, she does everything in her power to make her body pleasing for him.
Similarly, she yields her mouth to her Master’s pleasure. Her Master may command her to suck His cock, but the slavegirl always yields her efforts to His will, bending to His needs and urges, following His responses, keeping herself fully available for His complete use.
Free women sometimes suck cock, but the way in which they do so is not the same as that of a slavegirl. The free woman uses her hands, sometimes doing the bulk of the necessary stimulation with those hands, leaving her mouth to caress only the very tip of the cock. And the free woman seeks to control the speed, depth of penetration and force with which her man takes his pleasure, even holding him back to restrict his penetration to limits she finds comfortable and acceptable.
Such an approach is totally unacceptable for a trained slavegirl.
First, cocksucking in its purest form is properly done with only the mouth. A well-trained slavegirl will learn to take the entire length of her Master’s cock into her throat without a hint of gagging, never does anything to even suggest He withhold His penetration of her mouth and throat, yields her mouth completely for His use. Likewise, while a free woman may sometimes attempt to speed the process, making Him come at her whim, the slavegirl knows her duty is to do all she can to prolong and maximize her Master’s pleasure, until He Himself decides He wishes to ejaculate.
Some free women swallow their man’s come…others spit it out or allow it to be dropped on her body or on the bed sheets or on the floor. A slavegirl always swallows, unless it is her Master’s wish to come on her face or body. And in such a case, she will wear His come with both the pride of a slavegirl and the humiliation of a girl who has been soiled by her Master, until she is permitted to clean herself.
The ideal blowjob from a slavegirl is delivered with her hands bound or chained behind her back or where they will be out of the way. They have no part in the process, unless it is her Master’s wish she use her hands. If she is permitted, her hands will ONLY serve to caress, to stimulate or to invite deeper penetration. Should her Master thrust harder into her mouth or throat than she is able to gracefully accept, she might be punished or subjected to training for that failure. But if she actively resists her use by attempting to push her Master back, that would earn her a much more severe punishment.
Many times she will be required to suck his cock while in much more restrictive bondage, sometimes punishing bondage. This takes none of the responsibility away from the slavegirl to bring him complete pleasure, using whatever movement her bonds allow to serve Him. If those bonds are uncomfortable or painful, there is nothing wrong with displaying that discomfort or pain, but the slavegirl should never let the ordeal prevent her from providing Him with pleasure. In fact, if a slavegirl knows her suffering in severe bondage brings her Master great pleasure, it is her responsibility to beg to be bound, to hope He agrees to bind her and to revel in happiness that He has chosen to take a greater degree of pleasure from her increased suffering.
When the slavegirl finishes sucking her Master’s cock, she always has an additional duty–that of cleaning Him. Trained slavegirls ALWAYS clean their Master’s cocks after they take pleasure, regardless of which of her holes He uses, and always with their mouths. They begin by continuing to suck, but more gently and soothing, since He has just taken His pleasure. From there, she proceeds to licking the shaft, down towards the base, and from there she licks his body around the base of His cock, down to His entire ball sac, and finally licks behind the balls and up through the crack of His ass to pick up every bit of sweat that might have accumulated. Done well, this will be soothing for Him, helping Him to relax, perhaps even stimulating him to further activity.
What is the purpose of a slavegirl’s mouth?
At the top of the list is bringing pleasure to her Master by sucking his cock, or submitting her mouth to be fucked by him, swallowing his load when done, as if it was nectar from the Gods, or wearing it proudly if He should choose to come on her face or body, then soothing His cock with that mouth to relax Him after His pleasure, and finally cleaning His body with her mouth when finished, to leave him pristine and fresh as well as satisfied and relaxed.
The slavegirl who takes these duties to heart and makes them her top priority in life knows in her heart the meaning of submission and will bring her Master the greatest pleasure a girl can give.
Devotional Training.
I had a rough week last week. It was a culmination of several little things, but the biggest thing was an inability to get out of my own head. I struggled with a lack of sleep all week. My brain would not shut off at night to let me rest, and even when I did sleep, my night was covered in anxiety dreams about snakes and teeth falling out. I did the exercise that was required of me, but not with the effort I could have (this is something we’ve been working on in my requirements – pushing myself). Food was okay, but not great. I did not feel like myself, and I was looking forward to seeing Master Friday night.
He did what He could through the week, and as you know, we’re longish (not as far as before, but not in any way to see each other every day by any means) distance, so He talked me through some things in phone calls and messages. I may occasionally feel lonely, but I know I am not alone in this life. But, He can’t fix everything, obviously. I, on the other hand, thought that as soon as I saw Him and I had His hand in mine, that I would be Magically Fixed™ and everything would be better.
Spoiler alert: It didn’t happen that way.
He had a plan for what He thought would get me out of this, about what He could do to let me process things and, frankly, allow me to process pain and use that to break up what’s aching inside me, so He could build me back up. He knows me. I trust Him. This is a strategy that has worked for us before. I even had been telling Him I was needing it. That I needed a pain session and needed Him to break me.
He tied me to a chair. He taped my hands into fists, put the cuffs on, tied my wrists behind my back with them, tied my feet to the legs of the chair, and then put a belt around my chest to hold me back. He tied my head to the chair by my braid plus some rope, and He gagged me severely so no one would hear the inevitable sounds that would come from me. It was the setup to a great scene, a hard scene, but a great scene.
And, then I got angry. Before He even lay a hand on me, I just knew He was going to start torturing my nipples and my brain was screaming, “I DON’T WANT THE NIPPLE PAIN,” and I wanted Him to start with something else, and maybe I didn’t want pain, and haven’t I had a shitty week, and He hasn’t even kissed me yet, and no, I don’t want this. I don’t want this at all, it’s not adding up right in my head.
That all came out, though, as anger. Behind that gag, He says He couldn’t hear 99% percent of what I was saying, but the look in my eyes was anger. At one point it was fear, and then it turned to frustrating, red-hot anger. I wanted out. I wanted let go. I wanted out NOW. I struggled in my bondage. I struggled HARD. I have wrist bruises from how hard I struggled in those cuffs, and our cuffs are scuffed up from the friction I applied to them. He quickly caught the drift behind the angry muffled words and released me from the bondage.
He didn’t grab me and hold me and ask me what was wrong, though, because when He reached over to touch me, I jerked back. I was hot. And He let me steam. My attitude was NOT slave NOR submissive-appropriate, so He made sure I knew He wasn’t mad at me, but He was frustrated and He would let me come to Him when I was ready.
So, I steamed for a bit, and then I felt it starting to crack inside me. My brain wanted something to happen to magically fix everything and it SIMPLY does not work that way. Plus, the man cannot read my mind. But, He knew what I needed, just not how to get me there. Frankly, I’ve been struggling with pain lately – I’ve built up a lot of anxiety around it and adding that to my other anxiety of the week, well. That particular vision for a scene flopped.
I knelt before Him. He wanted me to talk to Him. He just listened as I let the rambling out. I did not feel like myself as I rambled. I admitted some deep frustrations. I admitted some extreme negative thinking. I admitted feeling anger (not at Him, but it came out that way) and anger is not an emotion I deal with often, and it does not set well with me. He let me talk and waited until He saw that I was ready.
And then He bent me over the bed and whipped my back and ass until everything inside me bubbled to the surface. Until the pain festering inside me came to a head and He ripped it out. (Side note, it’s much easier for me to deal with pain to the back of me than the front of me. Spanking is and has been my kink ever since I could fantasize about it, and it tends to be what I crave the most. Front body – breast and nipple play – is one of His favorite kinks and I have evolved to enjoy, and tolerate at best [LOL] that from Him.) He put the pillow in front of me and struck me and talked me through it until I broke into a million pieces.
And then He had me kneel before Him again. He rubbed my back, touching the marks He left, and He let me talk again. He let me sob. He held me and told me to let it out, to lay it at His feet. I bawled and covered His chest, legs, and feet with tears and a snotty nose. And He kissed me anyway. (A man who will kiss you deeply even though you have snot all over your face and you have red puffy eyes is just a beautiful creature to serve and love.) He said, “Mine,” and reminded me that I am collared, cherished, and I have purpose and direction and am not alone in any of this. He built me back up in the ways only He can do. He did not magically fix my anxiety or my worries, but He gave me a safe place to let them out and showed me that He will help direct my steps as long as I follow Him. He showed me how He loves me and I thanked the universe over and over again for this man, for THIS man, and for our relationship and bond.
And, then He bent me back over the bed and fucked my ass until I came down my legs. :-)
There is so much I relate to in this. The desire for it to be Magically Fixed and knowing I need that release. The anger and how it can go wrong sometimes. But there are really two things in here that are key for me when I’m struggling.
First, I need to talk first. I desperately want to skip to the spanking and pain and just cry until I feel cleansed. But I can’t. If I try, it almost always goes wrong. I need to kneel and bury my face in my Owner’s lap. I need to put words to the chaos inside me. Even if my words are clumsy. Even if I don’t know what they are. We have to talk first. With mouth sounds.
Second, when I’m like that, I can’t serve through pain. What I mean is that I can’t take pain that is hard for me. I’m not strong enough. Nipples, thighs, pussy—I enjoy serving through that pain when I feel strong (or tolerate it in the name of service, haha), but I cannot do it when I feel weak. I need steady, thuddy pain. Intense, but in ways I can manage. Because I need release, not struggle. And it’s not about the quantity of pain I feel, but about allowing the pain to release me.
Thank you so much for sharing, @tobehis. What a beautiful story about the reality of power exchange.
THIS is D/s … and this is why it is so much deeper than ‘vanilla’ relationships.
Thank you so much for sharing @tobehis and @cherished-property
Devotional Training.
Listen and Obey!
When a Man talks, just listen and obey. When a Man tells you something, just listen and obey. When a Man wants something, just listen and obey.
Smart girls can see a pattern there: listen and obey. It is really that simple. Listen to Men, pay attention, figure out what they want. And then obey. Without question, do what he wants. He is a Man, he knows best. Just follow his directions. If you don’t understand something, it’s ok to ask him respectfully to clarify, just for the love of god don’t act on your own. Always follow a Man’s directions to the dot. Exactly as he says, and no other way.
If you listen carefully and dutifully obey, your life will get so much simpler and happier. Men around you will be happier and you will have a so much easier life. All of life’s hardship and toughness can be relayed to the Men around you. Just ask them for directions and they will gladly provide them to you.
Just listen and obey. That’s all we gotta do.
Devotional Training: Just listen and obey.
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patriarchy-makes-america-great:
The feminist rebellion is defeated, the Regime is Rising. Opposing Us is useless. Surrender. Submit. Obey. What is next is inevitable.
As all cunts do, eventually.
A lot of these blogs are about the inevitability of the patriarchy’s victory. But I think the truth is a lot more sinister.
I could be rising above my nature. A lot of people do it all the time. Instead I am wasting my time not just brain-washing myself with reams upon reams of degrading porn, but using my meager skills search out fitting images and putting them together into posts for fueling men’s sexist desires, and tempting other girls into doing the same.
It’s almost a sacrifice of sorts, and the deity is my own degradation.
Every minute you invest into creating misogynistic content you are giving in a little bit of yourself. The more you put into this, the less you become. You strengthen the power that is already flooding your mind, you make yourself and your gender tinier and tinier, each time less capable of standing the pressure. And the best part is: you can’t avoid this. It’s what your cunt, the commanding center of your actions, urges for. Stop fighting against it, and start fighting for it.
I’ve seen that process play out countless times, now:
It starts as a fetish you browse for.
Then you make a blog to save and share it.
You start talking to people who have embraced it.
Increasingly it isn’t just the images of it that arouse you, but the idea that it could be you.
The feeling that you’ve been betraying feminism by getting off to women like this becomes more powerful as you realize you could become a woman like this.
As these thoughts appear in your mind more and more during your everyday life, your own corruption becomes a focus of your arousal.
Generally, it’s around here that you begin seriously trying to edge and practice self denial. The pleasure becomes increasingly addictive as it invades more and more of your thoughts.
Every little step you take to make yourself into the image of this becomes arousing: improving your appearance, little acts of submission.
As this becomes a bigger part of who you are, the need to be used by a man who would confirm them becomes overwhelming.
The role of a woman who betrays feminism, who serves patriarchy, who leads other women into submission becomes ever more central to you as the idea of truly surrendering to this seems increasingly possible, necessary, real.
Soon you realize that the parts of you that are pretending it is play are losing to the parts of you that want it to be real. The arousal at the idea you could truly be changed becomes overwhelming as the first woman you seek to betray to the patriarchy is yourself.
Eventually you realize this is who you are and what you have always been inside. The pleasure in your cunt has been leading you to this moment all along, each step building from the last. The pleasure you felt as you took in these ideas and images has rewired your brain. You surrender to your cunt, as you embrace that serving cock is truly your purpose.
It doesn’t matter where you are now in that process: laying that out for you doesn’t make it any less effective. You could be near the start, rubbing yourself to the fantasy of it, like it’s just playful erotica. Or you could be near the end, as you realize this is you and surrender is inevitable.
The patriarchy always wins. Embrace your surrender.
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Devotional Training: Promoting your realization of self-fulfillment.
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Remember, females, Men are supposed to relax, and you are supposed to work.
Communal Worship Service | 05-12-2021
The abandoned Jefferson Service Station in Boyce, Louisiana, was definitely a complete service facility.
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Military Thursday…
Would love to service and suck this soldier’s beautiful masculine white Cock!
Make him feel proud & good!
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Two soldiers release a pigeon with a message from their trench. Taken May 1917.
Original image source: Library and Archives Canada
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The prophet Samuel tells the people of Israel that sacrifices and burnt offerings are not what God desires most. What God is really looking for from His people is obedience, not showing off with public spectacles of religion. [Centuries later,] God [still] asks us simply to obey Him, [except now He has also given us,] to follow, Jesus’ model of love, mercy and humility. [His example of obedience is perfect; we need only imitate Him through love. We couldn’t have simpler directions! Nevertheless,] we live in a time when churches can get sidetracked [from simplicity, becoming preoccupied] with putting on events or running programmes that are focused ‘inwards’– [prioritizing their own immediate needs over any acts of mercy]. Perhaps these are the bold 'burnt offerings’ of today? [After all, no matter how impressive the architecture, financial resources, public image, or social life of our church may be, if these things are not being used to actively obey God’s person-focused commandments, they mean nothing to Him.]
[Today, consider God’s true wants from us and ask:] How do we live out our faith in a practical way that pleases God most? [Have we done so today?] How do we become outward-facing churches and Christians, [making the service of God and His people the ultimate motive and end goal of all our choices?] God is looking for Christians who are willing to reach out to those in need [whenever we encounter their needs, not just when it’s 'convenient’]. How do you respond when you see those who are a pariah, [someone rejected or ridiculed even by fellow members of the faith? How do you meet the sick, the imprisoned, the homeless, the addict, the refugee? How do you act to soothe those who are afraid, lost, hopeless, disabled,] poor or in pain? [Do you see them all as people, or as projects for your pride? We cannot please God if we are thinking about what will make us look good.] What would it look like for you to look outwards and [selflessly] serve those who are in need of God’s love? After all, how we serve the poor and follow the example of Jesus is the real litmus test for churches and for us as individual Christians. [God’s commandments are to love and serve one another, not to help ourselves].
Mercy Ships
To love Jesus means to keep His commandments. [Such keeping] is not a matter of mere obedience but of loving imitation. [Try as one might, it is impossible to honestly obey anyone unless one also loves them; neither pride nor indifference can even feign the virtues of humility and dedication required to observe another’s commands. On the other hand,] if I love a person, I want to keep that person’s commandments, both out of loyalty and out of respect for that person’s qualities: [for as one who loves will easily discern,] the commandments [given] will reveal and mirror that person’s qualities. So, the Law given by Moses reveals God’s nature by what He commands. Just so, the actions of Jesus reveal His and the Father’s nature: He heals, He loves, He judges, He forgives, He commands. To obey the commands [given by our loving God] is a response in love, [not legalism. To keep them, like a gift, is the natural and necessary consequence of our personal relationship to Him]: we need to do just that.
Dom Henry Wansbrough; Commentary on John 14:15
In the hospital, some consultants are very pleasant to work with. Others are decidedly not. But my gripe is this: It’s really easy being nice, and it takes effort to be mean. If one has to do a job anyway, why be rude at all?
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And here a pokemon hentai bonus (; I hope you will like it and share it ps. For the mobile user to download this you can use the app (I have a android device) tumbloader
here to the animator: http://www.hentai-foundry.com/user/Freako/profileA older video
i’d imagine this would happen in the pokemon world
the sexually frustrated pokemons would target the weakest b*tch and then use it for their own sexual pleasure <3
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“We do not need a truth to serve us; we need a truth that we can serve.”
~ Jacques Maritain
[Annunciation (detail), 1440 - 1442 - Fra Angelico]
• Jacques Maritain (1882–1973), French philosopher and political thinker, was one of the principal exponents of Thomism in the twentieth century and an influential interpreter of the thought of St Thomas Aquinas. More: https://plato.stanford.edu/entries/maritain/
• Over the course of roughly 15 years, Angelico completed several renditions of the Annunciation, an ethereal event that remains at the core of certain Christian teachings. Rendered as spirited panel paintings, shimmering altarpieces, and vibrant frescoes, Angelico’s Annunciations seem to float above other artists’ interpretations. More: https://mymodernmet.com/fra-angelico-the-annunciation/
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#paulbamikolequotes #quotesandsayings #service #dream
https://www.instagram.com/p/CZPFeq8tFGO/?utm_medium=tumblr
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damn something about nick is fucking hot
New service-car.
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Master and I are always in the pool. We love it. I find it so relaxing being in the water and then whenever Master is in there with me there’s always the chance of me getting used.
Every time he uses me in the pool I find it so erotic and sexy. There’s just something about him using me in the pool that makes it almost better.
One time master was using me in the pool and a news helicopter was flying above us and it circled three or four times above us until we were done and then Master got me to sit on the pool steps by him and wave at the helicopter. It was AMAZING.
I wish I was more confident and comfortable doing things in public like that with Master. I’m hoping over time I’ll be more comfortable doing sexual acts in public with Master.
