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Cruel to be Kind

Is it cruel or kind to ruin the male orgasm?

Ruined orgasms make little sense if the male is a dom. He gets pure enjoyment from it, it feels great, and afterwards, he will still be in the proper frame of mind to remain dominant. Nothing is lost in the process.

But what of the submissive male? He has been a good boy all week, so you decide that he deserves an orgasm. You remove his chastity device and tease him into a frenzy. At that moment, he needs to cum so badly, to the point where he would do humiliating things he probably wouldn’t normally do to achieve it. He is as submissive as he will ever be as you decide that you have teased him enough, and you send him crashing over the edge. The only problem is, his submissive feelings crash as well, as his body releases prolactin during the full male orgasm.

Suddenly, your good boy goes through a drastic change. He loses most of his lust for you, his owner, which inspired much of his subordinate behavior. He may even balk at being relocked in his chastity cage. What the hell just happened? He has been feeling so submissive to you but most of that feeling just got flushed from his system along with his semen. What he wanted, needed, maybe even begged for a few seconds ago is immediately regretted by you both. Why?

As a domme you will feel peeved by his sudden change in demeanor.  You think his submission to you shouldn’t change just because of a momentary bodily function. Are you just a kink dispenser for him? He should be submissive no matter what. And you know what? A truly submissive male will agree with those thoughts, feeling guilty and disappointed with himself over it. His heart will be filled with dread and self doubt. He will regret having that orgasm just as much as you now regret giving it to him.

Not only does he enjoy serving and obeying you, he also loves the general feeling of being submissive. It is a part of him, a part of who he is, how he identifies himself, and he has just lost that. The release of prolactin ruins his submissive frame of mind making it hard for him to submit afterwards for a few hours, to even a day or two. He feels bad, but has no control over the process. But working in collaboration with you, as a team , it can be controlled.

The ruined male orgasm. Is it really ruined, or is it simply improved upon? After all, it is still pleasurable to him, just not as powerful and intense as a full orgasm. The important part is denying the prolactin release. If successful, not only will his submissive feelings remain, his horniness and lust which are pleasurable to him in their own right will continue (subdued) as well.

Are a few seconds of intense pleasure worth it in the end? Or is it better to trade that short burst for a much longer but still highly enjoyable experience? After all, he isn’t really gaining anything by orgasming. He is trading one pleasure for another, his submissive feelings that can last days for a quick burst of intensity that lasts only seconds, and ruins everything else.

We have decided that ruined orgasms will be the answer in the foreseeable future. It’s just better, for both of us.

The ABCs of Being a Faggot

A good faggot is the product of good education and training. And the foundation of everyone’s education, of course, is the ABCs. Here’s a new alphabet that every faggot should learn:

A is for Ass. A faggot must always be prepared to sniff, eat and lick a Man’s ass — whether it’s clean or dirty, smooth or hairy, dry or sweaty. As a faggot, it’s your duty to be a human asswipe wherever and whenever your services are needed.

B is for Balls. A faggot never neglects a Man’s balls. Fresh from a shower or ripe and sweaty after days without a shower, His sack is your snack.

C is for Cum. Cum is the staple of the faggot diet. Your primary source for sustenance, therefore, should always be seed. It is your lifeblood. Down your throat or in your ass, you need a constant supply of cock snot and must be willing to do whatever it takes to get fed.

D is for Dick. A faggot exists to service and worship dick. Never forget it. His dick is your deity.

E is for Enema. Unless otherwise instructed by his Master, a faggot always must keep his hole in pristine condition: clean, shaved and ready to be used at a moment’s notice.

F is for Feet. Figuratively and literally, faggots live at the feet of real Men. At your Master’s feet, therefore, is where you belong. Furthermore, it’s your duty as a faggot to worship Men’s feet. Stinky, sweaty, dirty, bare, socked — it doesn’t matter. When you’re so commanded, you are to lick, sniff and suck your Master’s feet.

G is for Gangbang. Faggots are ideal for sharing. Even if you belong to just one Master, therefore, you must be mentally and physically prepared to be passed around among Men, who will bond over the experience of sharing your holes.

H is for Hole. Every faggot has two holes, both of which were designed to be used and abused by Men. It is not up to the faggot which hole is used; a Man may choose to occupy — and, if He so desires, ruin — whatever hole He pleases.

I is for Inspection. Faggots are subject to frequent and thorough inspections by Men, who have the right to ensure their faggot meets their standards both physically and mentally. You must be prepared to have every inch of your body examined and prodded during an inspection, and — at the discretion of the Man who is inspecting you — to either thank Him if you receive a passing grade, or to commit yourself to making whatever improvements He deems necessary if you receive a failing grade.

J is for Jerking Off. When they are being used, faggots are not permitted to pleasure themselves, unless given permission to do so by the Man they’re servicing. This includes jerking their fag-dick and cumming; a faggot is not allowed to do either without prior permission.

K is for Kneeling. A faggot’s default position is on his knees. Unless ordered otherwise, a faggot should never stand or sit in the presence of a Man; he should always kneel.

L is for Licking. A faggot must get used to licking, because he will do a lot of it. He will lick his Master’s cock and balls, for instance. He will lick his Master’s ripe shit hole. He will lick his Master’s feet. He will lick up spilled spit, piss and cum from the floor. He may even be required to lick the shit and piss stains from toilets.

M is for Masochism. Faggots are masochistic by nature. They enjoy being used, degraded and abused. It is their place in life. If you’re going to be a practicing faggot, you must get used to the idea that you are less than a Man — perhaps even less than human — and will be treated as such.

N is for Nipples. A faggot must recognize that His Master’s nipples are centers of pleasure, and deserve to be licked and sucked for his Master’s enjoyment. Likewise, he must recognize that his own nipples are centers of pain, and will be used for training or during punishment if so desired by his Master.

O is for Obedience. As a faggot, it’s your duty to obey Men. When they tell you to do something — no matter how humiliating, scary, gross, etc. — you do it. End of story. In the event that you do not obey, you should be ready and willing to receive appropriate punishment for your disobedience, which might range from spanking to solitary confinement to chastity, or anything in between.

P is for Poppers. Many Men love using poppered-up pigs. If your Master is one of them, you must open your nose and inhale from his little brown bottle whenever he presents it. It is your duty to please him, so if he tells you to sniff, you had better sniff long, hard and deep.

Q is for Quiet. A good faggot expresses appreciation to the Men he services with verbal thanks and moans of pleasure. However, there comes a time when every Man demands that a faggot simply shut up and take it. During these times, it’s your duty as a faggot to remain quiet — and to be gagged if you fail to do so.

R is for Restraints. Faggots often must be bound and restrained in order to be of maximum use to the Men they service. As a faggot, therefore, you must not object when your Master breaks out the rope, handcuffs and chains. If He needs you to be immobilized so that He may make optimal use of your fag holes, you must submit. He knows what’s best.

S is for Service. Faggots must have a servant’s heart. Service and enslavement are in your faggot nature; embrace them.

T is for Toilet. “Faggot” is a synonym for “toilet.” As a faggot, therefore, your holes must be available for Men to use as they would any other toilet. That is, as a receptacle for spit, piss, cum, snot, farts and perhaps even shit. Not every Man will choose to use His faggot this way, but if you’re to be a true faggot you must resign yourself to your role as a waste receptacle. If a Man’s body produces it, it is His right to dispose of it in you.

U is for Underwear. Unless otherwise instructed, faggots are not allowed to wear underwear — or any clothes, for that matter — in the presence of Men, as their holes must be as available and as accessible as possible. The only exception is a jockstrap; because it does not block access to a faggot’s cunt, a jockstrap is an acceptable fag uniform.

V is for Vibrator. As a faggot, your hole should be constantly occupied. When it is not filled with cock, then, it should be occupied by a vibrator or another anal toy — a dildo, perhaps, anal beads or a butt plug.

W is for Whore. Faggots are whores. Remember this. If you find yourself feeling ashamed or embarrassed or regretful of your fag activities, remind yourself that you are a whore. The knowledge that you are fulfilling your God-given purpose in life should be comforting, such that you can continue your mission of sexual servitude.

X is for X-ray. Remember that Men have the equivalent of X-ray vision when it comes to spotting pigs and whores. If you’re a faggot, they will see it and they will know it. There is no use pretending to be a real Man, therefore. You might as well give in and accept your true identity as a faggot, because everyone around you already sees it and knows it — even if you yourself are trying to deny it.

Y is for Yes. As in, “Yes, Sir,” which is the only phrase a faggot should know how to say.

Z is for Zoo. It’s no accident that many faggots identify as “pigs,” “otters,” “cubs” and “pups.” If they weren’t so useful to Men out in the real world, faggots would likely be kept in a zoo alongside the real pigs and pups. If you ever feel the urge to talk back to a Man, therefore, or to demand equal treatment from one, stop and remember that you’re really just another animal; the Man is doing what’s good and right by trying to domesticate you so you may live alongside him in society instead of in a zoo.

Because its ok to feel sexy.

After sex, I send him to wash up and then lock him in the cage of my choice. I call this "putting my toy away," & it's so casually demeaning, it always gets me off again. Or actually, I guess it's the oral once he's relocked that's getting me off. I call that "cleaning up your mess," and I LOVE how not-into-it he is after cumming.

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A public show for us and them

Imagine meeting up with me in Amsterdam. Visiting the Red Light district together. Checking out some kinky stores. Getting a bite to eat, or something to drink before we wander into one of those “sex show” buildings. You know the deal. We pay for entree and then get to sit in a dark-lit room, with many other strangers sitting around us as well. A couple is having sex on center stage. Some people are jerking off. And a lady is masturbating in sexy lingerie for all to see.

But that’s not what we got here for. Not really. Deep down you know that. And it shows the moment I grab you gently by the back of your head and push you in closer for a sloppy kiss. You whimper and resist. Whisper to me that you were watching the show. I shush you. You see the stern, cold and animalistic look in my face that gives you shivers down your spine. It’s the look that makes you obey. You know it does. You feel my fingers play with the back of your head as you see me slowly unzip my pants and take out my veiny fat cock.

You’ve seen it plenty of times. From tip to base. From veins to foreskin. From balls to slit. You know the taste, scent and texture more than well enough. You’ve worshipped that cock before. And deep down you know that you are about to do it all over again. Here surrounded by strangers.

“Start slow.” Is all I say softly. As I push your head down to my crotch. And aim your lips towards my tip. There is a moment of resistance. Your lips don’t open. Not because you don’t want to. You just want it to be more forceful, more intense. And I know. Oh I know. As I push your head down by force until you have to open up. And before you can really process what’s happening I have your lips fully wrapped around my shaft. And I’m holding you in place with my hand.

“Ahhhh, that feels good. The full thing baby.” I whisper softly as I continue watching the show.

And where there was resistance. Now there is obedience. I feel you obediently bobbing your head up and down my veiny shaft, so my hand switches from putting force to just gently holding onto your head/hair. I allow you to fondle my balls. I allow you to suck my cock softly. I allow you to jerk me off and carefully rub your thumb over my foreskin. Coating your hand in the precum that started to ooze out slowly.

This while I for the most part focus on the show. You hear soft groans escape my lips from time to time. You feel my cock grow harder. You taste more pre-cum and you feel my hand wander your body. From your head to your lower-back, ass and pussy. I touch you like you are mine. Because you are.

So here. In this dark place. You are being forced to help me get off. While others jerk off their cocks. I instead use my sex toy: you. I use your lips and coat them in pre-cum. I pull you back by your hair and slap your face with my hard veiny rod. Telling you to stick out your tongue as I slap it with my shaft. Thick globs of pre-cum dribbling on your tongue and landing over your face. You feel me push your nose against my balls, making you sniff my warm and hairy sack. Making you trail your tongue all over my rough skin. Before pushing your nose against the base of my dick and pulling your head up slowly. Making you sniff inch by inch. Cm by cm. As you smell the musky scent of dick, sweat and pre-cum. As you slobber and drool all over my cock. I stop your face slightly above my tip. Tightly gripping onto you so you won’t just dive in to suck my tip. Instead I force you to take a moment and smell my cock directly. Smell the musky and animalistic aroma of my cock. Smell the strong earthy scent of my cock. You feel your pussy twitch because of this act. Knowing that you are licking and sniffing my cock in fucking public. A part of you becomes extremely aware as you see a guy glance over from the corner of your eye. You try to push yourself away, but I slap your hand softly.

“No. Continue.” I instruct.

Where once I had my cock in your mouth, now suddenly you feel three of my fingers push in slowly. You feel me lean in as I play with your tongue. As I use your mouth to coat my fingers in your saliva. Heck where I’m even fucking your mouth with my fingers. “Look at all those people jerking off to the show.. look at these people fucking on stage. It’s getting me so fucking hard. And look at you. My precious little cumdump.” I say before kissing you on your forehead, while slowly taking my fingers out of your mouth. I look you in the eyes for a second, before rubbing my spit covered fingers all over your pretty face. Ruining your look. Before pushing your open mouth down on my cock in one fell slam.

Some of the people around us notice the gagging sound you make as my cock hits the back of your throat/mouth (or whatever you can take). You feel me now take full control as I just grab you by the hair/head and move your head up and down at whatever pace feels comfortable for me. Sometimes that means fast and shallow head movements. Other times deeep and slow movements. Where I push my dick in deep and you struggle to breath.

But realize I’m quite literally using your mouth as a masturbation sleeve. As a fucktoy. As I turn you into a drooly wet mess. As the gagging and slurping sounds fill up the room. And more and more strangers focus their eyes on us, instead of the actual show. Some people even come in close and jerk off while watching. Others touch your ass and back, but only after I gave them an approving nod. But when they try to get further than that I tell them off. You became the center of attention, instead of the horny bystander. As you are slobbering all over my hard cock.

And then. To make humiliating matters worse. I slowly pull you off my cock. Spit/drool in your sloppy open mouth. And then push you down. Further down than my shaft. Further down than my balls. That’s right. I’m pushing you down to rim my arse. Pushing your nose inbetween my hairy asscheeks. Making you pathetically sniff my asshole as you whimper loudly. I grope your ass and smirk in a cocky way.

“Look at you being such a needy little asswipe for Daddy. You love this don’t you. They are all looking at you. All thinking about you. You are such a good whore for me.”

I say. As I guide your face lower and instruct you to kiss and lick my musky and hairy ass. As your tongue moves all over my skin, I moan and groan loudly. My left hand jerking off my drenched cock, the right one guiding you however I want. Moving you up and down my asscheek, but also keeping you still around my asshole. Demanding you to carefully and slowly rim that sensitive edge. Treating you like my public little rimmslut. While constantly groaning and moaning in your ear.

Until. At one point. I lift you up again. Make you look at me. Dazed. Lightheaded. Face reeking of cock and ass. I smirk. “You look like a nasty little angel. Lift your top up now. Show me your tits.” You do so. Completely focused on me and my words. And ignoring the fact that many strangers have crowded around us. Then. I jerk off my cock against your chest and groan loudly, before wave after wave of hot cum pumps and pulsate out of my shaft. Covering your tits. Marking you in my cum. In my smell.

You pant and groan. Looking in amazement at the massive load of cum. Proud of what you managed to do for me. And as you stare at your own cummy chest, I kiss you on your forehead.

“You did well my little slut. Fuck. That felt great. You can pull your top down. It’s time to go home.”

You smile. It’s now that you hear the clapping around us. Many strangers stare at you in amazement. But it matters not as I safely hold your hand and drag you out of the place. You blush and you feel a rush of emotions come to you. The cold wind snapping you awake, and the sticky warmth on your tits reminding you of what happened.

I smile as I guide you safely away from there.

“You look good angel. But you do smell like cum, cock and ass. I wonder why?” I say teasingly. Before we leave the district together.

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