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DestinedDom

Destiny brought a sub into my life who unleashed the Dom I was wired to be. Pics are of slaves lucky to be in My stable under My delicious addictive Feet and Socks. My own journey allows Me to guide genuine subs understand and fulfill their slave purpose. Instaslaves and horny slave wannabes please let natural subs avail of My time.

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    03 of 12: Master before wife

    Thanks for the great response to My two posts slave ego and love/submission. Your responses and sharing encourage Me. I will continue with 12 elements essential to becoming a true submissive based on My experience as a Master.

    Companionship and security are universal needs we all have including subs. While as a Master I provide this security (and ownership as i discussed in last post) there are other subs who already have a wife or husband/boyfriend (BF). There are some of my subs who are bi or have wives for cultural reasons. Some among you have a BF from a long time or a husband they provide for. In each case, you subs find themselves trapped in this relationship: your partner does not understand or fulfill your need for submission and sub is tempted to cheat with a short term dom to satisfy your natural needs. Serving the instadoms doesn’t work and leaves subs even more hungry for deep meaningful purposeful submission to a real Master.

    I always allow my subs to maintain their previous relationships as long as they don’t interfere with their service to Me. Beginning to submit brings a lot of uncomfortable desires that you subs have been trying to suppress….and My dominance and Feet can unlock all these euphoric joy that you have fear of losing control. In that case, have your partner can help keep structure to your life and someone to talk to.

    It is entirely upto you, how you share with your BF or wife. One straight married slave I have owned for many years, still tells wife I am his therapist and his worship as therapy sessions.

    Despite this I maintain complete control on areas of his life that interest Me. I decide his entire sex life, allowing him sex when he has worshipped and spoiled My Superior Feet and conditioning his mind to keep falling deeper under My control. There was a time where the time where the wife try to resist My control over her sexual pleasure but I helped her realize without Me there would be no pleasure at all.

    It is very important for the sub to understand that Master is the primary decision maker. Yes Master can choose to delegate items to sub and partner. I don’t tell them how to raise their kids but any all spending must stay within the limits that I dictate to him. I can honestly say, I have added a new balance to their relationship. There is more control in their life and slave and his wife are not only sexually fully satisfied but are have more complete fulfilling overall lives.

    These are My opinions formed from My experience training and owning slaves. Respond honestly with your experiences and as you have seen I repost your responses to have a real discussion with other Masters and subs. Also suggest topics for the next 10 posts.

    Being George’s Assistant part 3

    (By slave Kyle inspired by Me: mshp.tumblr.com)

    That night I tossed and turned. I had no idea what had just happened that day and I was a little bit unsettled. I had actually cleaned George’s golf shoes and sort of enjoyed the experience. I had buried my nose in his golf shoes and taken deep breaths. The worse thing about it was that I even got a little hard from the experience. The pungent bouquet of his feet did not seem to leave my nose even if it was just a memory. I had to experience it again and was pretty sure I would based on how well I attended to his golf shoes.

    When I arrived at the office George was already there at his desk. I brought his coffee and he greeted me with a list of things to do. “All of these items need done before you leave today. I have a 9:00 A.M. tee time so you will pretty much be carrying my workload for the day. In addition to your own work you may be here awhile. I should be back around three or four. Hopefully you will have most of this list knocked out by then. By the way my bathroom really needs a good cleaning. I took a huge shit when I got here this morning and that toilet needs some attention. I also need you to clean the urinal, scrub the floors, the sinks, and the tile on the walls. Put that at the top of your list. The cleaning crew does such a horrible job, let’s see what you can do. You will find everything you need underneath the cabinet under the sink.”

    I had not even been there five minutes and George was already barking out orders. Now I was in charge of taking care of his personal bathroom. What I had dreaded was becoming a reality. I was now more like his lackey than his assistant. I put up no fight and went in and started cleaning his bathroom. It was obvious he had just used it recently because the smell was pretty intense I started by scrubbing the toilet. It did not look all that dirty but I spent a good 45 minutes on it. I decided to clean the urinal next. It was extremely degrading cleaning the toilet George shitted in and the urinal he pissed in but I did what I could. As I was putting the finishing touches on the urinal George walked in. I was on my knees doing a last minute wipe down of the urinal. “This urinal looks pretty good and it actually smells good. Let me give it a try.” With that he unzipped his pants and whipped out his dick right in front of me and began taking a piss. Just as you might have imagined he had a nice size penis. In fact very enviable to most guys as I watched him shoot a dark yellow stream into the urinal. It seemed like he stood there for a good minute before he finally wrapped up. At the end he shook the last drops. Some landed on the porcelain surface of the urinal while other drops fell inches away onto the floor. He then zipped up and left me by saying “Looks like you will have to clean that again. Sometimes even I can’t control this beast.” He sort of laughed at his joke. I may have been paranoid but it seemed like a jab that I had checked out his dick. How would he have noticed?

    I dutifully began cleaning the urinal again. Out of the corner of my eyes I could see George taking off his wingtips. He then took of his tan socks and stuffed them inside. He put on a pair of white socks and then his golf shoes. He then strutted back into the restroom. “Well I have to be going. I might as well piss again before I go. That coffee goes right through me.” Once again he whipped out his huge dick and a long stream came flowing. This time I was absolutely sure he was messy on purpose because once again he shook it and this time piss went all over the urinal, the tile back splash, and right onto the floor. He looked down and smiled “ I guess you will be cleaning this again.” No apology, just washed his hands and left me to clean up his disgusting piss soaked urinal for a third time this morning. It was probably an amusing game to him but I was a starting to get angry. Especially since some of his splatter had hit me in the face. I immediately got up and began washing my face in the sink. Then it was back to the urinal again. After that I scrubbed the floor since there was no mop handy. George had very poor aim since I saw yellow splotches and dots all around the urinal area. I used a little elbow grease and removed every single one of them. After that I finished up with the tile and the sink. I stepped back and looked at my work. The restroom was spotless, for now. I made my way out to his desk and saw a note. It simple read “ My wingtips need touched up. If you see Ryan have him do it, or just do it yourself if you want to.” Wow, if I wanted too? George really had no boundaries to his hubris. He now assumed that cleaning his shoes was something I wanted to do. Unfortunately he was right. I needed some polish and some other supplies to do the job properly. I felt my cell go off. It was from George. “If you are going to clean my wingtips you will find everything you need in the bottom drawer of your desk.” He knew I was going to do it. How did he know? I looked in the bottom drawer and sure enough there was the Kiwi shining kit. It was a real nice one. Had everything you would need to do any type of shoe. I got out what I needed and went to work. I calmed down as I began my work. I removed George’s tan socks from the inside and took a quick whiff of them. They already were remarkably powerful for just having been worn for a couple of hours. Pretty damp too. The wingtips were not in too bad of shape. They just needed a touch up and I sprayed the inside with a little bit of spray from the Kiwi kit to freshen them up. I sat them down beside his desk, took one more whiff of the tan socks, and stuffed them inside. My cell phone went off again. “ I think I showed you that washer and dryer right next to my office. Go ahead and wash those socks and the other things in the hamper in my closet.

    Mainly just clothes from the gym.” The hamper was practically full of shorts t-shirts and dirty white socks. It would take me a least two loads to do all of this laundry. I was able to get a lot of work done while George’s laundry was in the washer. Unfortunately it looked like another late night for me. At about 3:30 I heard some noise in the hallway. It sounded like George was back. He walked into the office with two of his golf buddies. I was not introduced as they just came in and sat down on the couch and chairs in the corner. “Kyle, get us a couple of beers. We are thirsty.” I ran over to the fridge in the bar area and grabbed three beers and handed each of them one. It was not long before they all headed into use the restroom. I was pretty sure that none of these guys worked at our building but it was obvious they were alpha gods much like George. They sat and bullshitted while I ran and got them beers. I noticed they had dragged some mud onto the floor. I guess I would be cleaning that up later. After about an hour his friends left. George walked over to his desk. “Did you get all of my work done?”

    “I got a lot of it done. Probably will have a few things to finish up Monday.”

    “Nah, why don’t you just come in on Saturday and get those things done. I would like to start with a fresh slate for the new week. Besides it looks like we tracked in some dirt and mud. You are going to have to clean the floor in here and hit the my restroom again. It is overtime, you probably could use it.”

    “Ok, but if would help me I am sure we could get the paperwork knocked out today.”

    “I’d like to, but I am completely whipped after 18 holes of golf. The worst part is that we decided to walk the course. My feet are killing me. I think I will just take a little nap on the couch. Hold all of my calls.”

    He sat down on the couch and hesitated. “Come over here and take off my golf shoes. I feel like I can’t even move.” More degrading work but I needed this job and I wanted to get a close up whiff of those manly feet. I got up out of my chair and went over to George. I dropped to my knees and began unlacing them. I pulled each shoe off and each time I was struck in the face by the pungent aroma of George’s feet. He swung his feet around and rested them on the corner of the couch. “I could really use a nice long massage. Especially on my feet. You are pretty busy though.”

    I felt conflicted. I did not want to seem to eager but this might be my only chance. “No problem boss, I can give you a foot massage. After all I am coming in tomorrow anyway.”

    George smiled obviously pleased with my answer.

    sir-st-james

    Sir I've had a crush on a guy (I'm a gay guy) at my school for a while now and I'm waiting for the right time to ask him out. I know I'm probably getting ahead of myself because I'm not in the relationship yet, but if you were in my position, how would you go about revealing your kinks to a new significant other?

    First of all… Do you know your crush is actually gay? And whether or not he’s actually interested in dating guys? Important things to be considered before moving forward any further. Not every high school crush (straight or gay) is a recipe for a happily ever after. And it’s a good way to get your heart broken. 

    Second, don’t put the cart before the horse. As much fun as it would be to show up in full leather gear with a bullwhip riding a chariot pulled by two subs to ask him out… it’s probably better to focus on actually getting a date, and many subsequent dates first. And since you want an actual relationship and not just a fast hookup (There’s an app for that…) I would say that you want to be in a relationship for a while before you whip out the kink checklist. 

    Third, revealing kinks to another person is always a tricky. It requires being vulnerable and honest about what can be some very odd things. It’s about knowing and trusting who you’re revealing them to. It’s also something that you need to know that your partner may not accept you or them. They may end the relationship because of what you’ve revealed… or just say that they’re not comfortable embracing those kinks… or everything may go great and suddenly you have something new to spice up the bedroom with. But, any of the above are possible (and valid) reactions to opening that door. I know people that have been in relationships for years and are just now starting to feel comfortable with talking about their kinks with their partners. So make sure you’re ready to accept whatever consequences may happen.

    While we as humans like to have our cake and eat it to…  in any relationship, sacrifices have to be made. So at the end of the day… which is more important? Your partner (and the love/relationship you have with them)? Or that one particular itch that isn’t getting scratched? Just something to think about. 

    mshp

    I feel if you are both born in the 90s or later you can reveal your kinks immediately. I have had younger boys come serve Me who are completely straight but need to to submit to My Feet. This generation is quite open with fetishes and doesn’t have the hang ups around orientation.

    Be prepared for him to reject you. But by being vulnerable and open you gives you the best shot of being considered by him carefully. Also remember it might take him time to come around to you so give him time.

    03 of 12: Master before wife

    Thanks for the great response to My two posts slave ego and love/submission. Your responses and sharing encourage Me. I will continue with 12 elements essential to becoming a true submissive based on My experience as a Master.

    Companionship and security are universal needs we all have including subs. While as a Master I provide this security (and ownership as i discussed in last post) there are other subs who already have a wife or husband/boyfriend (BF). There are some of my subs who are bi or have wives for cultural reasons. Some among you have a BF from a long time or a husband they provide for. In each case, you subs find themselves trapped in this relationship: your partner does not understand or fulfill your need for submission and sub is tempted to cheat with a short term dom to satisfy your natural needs. Serving the instadoms doesn’t work and leaves subs even more hungry for deep meaningful purposeful submission to a real Master.

    I always allow my subs to maintain their previous relationships as long as they don’t interfere with their service to Me. Beginning to submit brings a lot of uncomfortable desires that you subs have been trying to suppress….and My dominance and Feet can unlock all these euphoric joy that you have fear of losing control. In that case, have your partner can help keep structure to your life and someone to talk to.

    It is entirely upto you, how you share with your BF or wife. One straight married slave I have owned for many years, still tells wife I am his therapist and his worship as therapy sessions.

    Despite this I maintain complete control on areas of his life that interest Me. I decide his entire sex life, allowing him sex when he has worshipped and spoiled My Superior Feet and conditioning his mind to keep falling deeper under My control. There was a time where the time where the wife try to resist My control over her sexual pleasure but I helped her realize without Me there would be no pleasure at all.

    It is very important for the sub to understand that Master is the primary decision maker. Yes Master can choose to delegate items to sub and partner. I don’t tell them how to raise their kids but any all spending must stay within the limits that I dictate to him. I can honestly say, I have added a new balance to their relationship. There is more control in their life and slave and his wife are not only sexually fully satisfied but are have more complete fulfilling overall lives.

    These are My opinions formed from My experience training and owning slaves. Respond honestly with your experiences and as you have seen I repost your responses to have a real discussion with other Masters and subs. Also suggest topics for the next 10 posts.

    Being George’s Assistant part 3

    (By slave Kyle inspired by Me: mshp.tumblr.com)

    That night I tossed and turned. I had no idea what had just happened that day and I was a little bit unsettled. I had actually cleaned George’s golf shoes and sort of enjoyed the experience. I had buried my nose in his golf shoes and taken deep breaths. The worse thing about it was that I even got a little hard from the experience. The pungent bouquet of his feet did not seem to leave my nose even if it was just a memory. I had to experience it again and was pretty sure I would based on how well I attended to his golf shoes.

    When I arrived at the office George was already there at his desk. I brought his coffee and he greeted me with a list of things to do. “All of these items need done before you leave today. I have a 9:00 A.M. tee time so you will pretty much be carrying my workload for the day. In addition to your own work you may be here awhile. I should be back around three or four. Hopefully you will have most of this list knocked out by then. By the way my bathroom really needs a good cleaning. I took a huge shit when I got here this morning and that toilet needs some attention. I also need you to clean the urinal, scrub the floors, the sinks, and the tile on the walls. Put that at the top of your list. The cleaning crew does such a horrible job, let’s see what you can do. You will find everything you need underneath the cabinet under the sink.”

    I had not even been there five minutes and George was already barking out orders. Now I was in charge of taking care of his personal bathroom. What I had dreaded was becoming a reality. I was now more like his lackey than his assistant. I put up no fight and went in and started cleaning his bathroom. It was obvious he had just used it recently because the smell was pretty intense I started by scrubbing the toilet. It did not look all that dirty but I spent a good 45 minutes on it. I decided to clean the urinal next. It was extremely degrading cleaning the toilet George shitted in and the urinal he pissed in but I did what I could. As I was putting the finishing touches on the urinal George walked in. I was on my knees doing a last minute wipe down of the urinal. “This urinal looks pretty good and it actually smells good. Let me give it a try.” With that he unzipped his pants and whipped out his dick right in front of me and began taking a piss. Just as you might have imagined he had a nice size penis. In fact very enviable to most guys as I watched him shoot a dark yellow stream into the urinal. It seemed like he stood there for a good minute before he finally wrapped up. At the end he shook the last drops. Some landed on the porcelain surface of the urinal while other drops fell inches away onto the floor. He then zipped up and left me by saying “Looks like you will have to clean that again. Sometimes even I can’t control this beast.” He sort of laughed at his joke. I may have been paranoid but it seemed like a jab that I had checked out his dick. How would he have noticed?

    I dutifully began cleaning the urinal again. Out of the corner of my eyes I could see George taking off his wingtips. He then took of his tan socks and stuffed them inside. He put on a pair of white socks and then his golf shoes. He then strutted back into the restroom. “Well I have to be going. I might as well piss again before I go. That coffee goes right through me.” Once again he whipped out his huge dick and a long stream came flowing. This time I was absolutely sure he was messy on purpose because once again he shook it and this time piss went all over the urinal, the tile back splash, and right onto the floor. He looked down and smiled “ I guess you will be cleaning this again.” No apology, just washed his hands and left me to clean up his disgusting piss soaked urinal for a third time this morning. It was probably an amusing game to him but I was a starting to get angry. Especially since some of his splatter had hit me in the face. I immediately got up and began washing my face in the sink. Then it was back to the urinal again. After that I scrubbed the floor since there was no mop handy. George had very poor aim since I saw yellow splotches and dots all around the urinal area. I used a little elbow grease and removed every single one of them. After that I finished up with the tile and the sink. I stepped back and looked at my work. The restroom was spotless, for now. I made my way out to his desk and saw a note. It simple read “ My wingtips need touched up. If you see Ryan have him do it, or just do it yourself if you want to.” Wow, if I wanted too? George really had no boundaries to his hubris. He now assumed that cleaning his shoes was something I wanted to do. Unfortunately he was right. I needed some polish and some other supplies to do the job properly. I felt my cell go off. It was from George. “If you are going to clean my wingtips you will find everything you need in the bottom drawer of your desk.” He knew I was going to do it. How did he know? I looked in the bottom drawer and sure enough there was the Kiwi shining kit. It was a real nice one. Had everything you would need to do any type of shoe. I got out what I needed and went to work. I calmed down as I began my work. I removed George’s tan socks from the inside and took a quick whiff of them. They already were remarkably powerful for just having been worn for a couple of hours. Pretty damp too. The wingtips were not in too bad of shape. They just needed a touch up and I sprayed the inside with a little bit of spray from the Kiwi kit to freshen them up. I sat them down beside his desk, took one more whiff of the tan socks, and stuffed them inside. My cell phone went off again. “ I think I showed you that washer and dryer right next to my office. Go ahead and wash those socks and the other things in the hamper in my closet.

    Mainly just clothes from the gym.” The hamper was practically full of shorts t-shirts and dirty white socks. It would take me a least two loads to do all of this laundry. I was able to get a lot of work done while George’s laundry was in the washer. Unfortunately it looked like another late night for me. At about 3:30 I heard some noise in the hallway. It sounded like George was back. He walked into the office with two of his golf buddies. I was not introduced as they just came in and sat down on the couch and chairs in the corner. “Kyle, get us a couple of beers. We are thirsty.” I ran over to the fridge in the bar area and grabbed three beers and handed each of them one. It was not long before they all headed into use the restroom. I was pretty sure that none of these guys worked at our building but it was obvious they were alpha gods much like George. They sat and bullshitted while I ran and got them beers. I noticed they had dragged some mud onto the floor. I guess I would be cleaning that up later. After about an hour his friends left. George walked over to his desk. “Did you get all of my work done?”

    “I got a lot of it done. Probably will have a few things to finish up Monday.”

    “Nah, why don’t you just come in on Saturday and get those things done. I would like to start with a fresh slate for the new week. Besides it looks like we tracked in some dirt and mud. You are going to have to clean the floor in here and hit the my restroom again. It is overtime, you probably could use it.”

    “Ok, but if would help me I am sure we could get the paperwork knocked out today.”

    “I’d like to, but I am completely whipped after 18 holes of golf. The worst part is that we decided to walk the course. My feet are killing me. I think I will just take a little nap on the couch. Hold all of my calls.”

    He sat down on the couch and hesitated. “Come over here and take off my golf shoes. I feel like I can’t even move.” More degrading work but I needed this job and I wanted to get a close up whiff of those manly feet. I got up out of my chair and went over to George. I dropped to my knees and began unlacing them. I pulled each shoe off and each time I was struck in the face by the pungent aroma of George’s feet. He swung his feet around and rested them on the corner of the couch. “I could really use a nice long massage. Especially on my feet. You are pretty busy though.”

    I felt conflicted. I did not want to seem to eager but this might be my only chance. “No problem boss, I can give you a foot massage. After all I am coming in tomorrow anyway.”

    George smiled obviously pleased with my answer.

    03 of 12: Master before wife

    Thanks for the great response to My two posts slave ego and love/submission. Your responses and sharing encourage Me. I will continue with 12 elements essential to becoming a true submissive based on My experience as a Master.

    Companionship and security are universal needs we all have including subs. While as a Master I provide this security (and ownership as i discussed in last post) there are other subs who already have a wife or husband/boyfriend (BF). There are some of my subs who are bi or have wives for cultural reasons. Some among you have a BF from a long time or a husband they provide for. In each case, you subs find themselves trapped in this relationship: your partner does not understand or fulfill your need for submission and sub is tempted to cheat with a short term dom to satisfy your natural needs. Serving the instadoms doesn’t work and leaves subs even more hungry for deep meaningful purposeful submission to a real Master.

    I always allow my subs to maintain their previous relationships as long as they don’t interfere with their service to Me. Beginning to submit brings a lot of uncomfortable desires that you subs have been trying to suppress….and My dominance and Feet can unlock all these euphoric joy that you have fear of losing control. In that case, have your partner can help keep structure to your life and someone to talk to.

    It is entirely upto you, how you share with your BF or wife. One straight married slave I have owned for many years, still tells wife I am his therapist and his worship as therapy sessions.

    Despite this I maintain complete control on areas of his life that interest Me. I decide his entire sex life, allowing him sex when he has worshipped and spoiled My Superior Feet and conditioning his mind to keep falling deeper under My control. There was a time where the time where the wife try to resist My control over her sexual pleasure but I helped her realize without Me there would be no pleasure at all.

    It is very important for the sub to understand that Master is the primary decision maker. Yes Master can choose to delegate items to sub and partner. I don’t tell them how to raise their kids but any all spending must stay within the limits that I dictate to him. I can honestly say, I have added a new balance to their relationship. There is more control in their life and slave and his wife are not only sexually fully satisfied but are have more complete fulfilling overall lives.

    These are My opinions formed from My experience training and owning slaves. Respond honestly with your experiences and as you have seen I repost your responses to have a real discussion with other Masters and subs. Also suggest topics for the next 10 posts.

    03 of 12: Master before wife

    Thanks for the great response to My two posts slave ego and love/submission. Your responses and sharing encourage Me. I will continue with 12 elements essential to becoming a true submissive based on My experience as a Master.

    Companionship and security are universal needs we all have including subs. While as a Master I provide this security (and ownership as i discussed in last post) there are other subs who already have a wife or husband/boyfriend (BF). There are some of my subs who are bi or have wives for cultural reasons. Some among you have a BF from a long time or a husband they provide for. In each case, you subs find themselves trapped in this relationship: your partner does not understand or fulfill your need for submission and sub is tempted to cheat with a short term dom to satisfy your natural needs. Serving the instadoms doesn’t work and leaves subs even more hungry for deep meaningful purposeful submission to a real Master.

    I always allow my subs to maintain their previous relationships as long as they don’t interfere with their service to Me. Beginning to submit brings a lot of uncomfortable desires that you subs have been trying to suppress….and My dominance and Feet can unlock all these euphoric joy that you have fear of losing control. In that case, have your partner can help keep structure to your life and someone to talk to.

    It is entirely upto you, how you share with your BF or wife. One straight married slave I have owned for many years, still tells wife I am his therapist and his worship as therapy sessions.

    Despite this I maintain complete control on areas of his life that interest Me. I decide his entire sex life, allowing him sex when he has worshipped and spoiled My Superior Feet and conditioning his mind to keep falling deeper under My control. There was a time where the time where the wife try to resist My control over her sexual pleasure but I helped her realize without Me there would be no pleasure at all.

    It is very important for the sub to understand that Master is the primary decision maker. Yes Master can choose to delegate items to sub and partner. I don’t tell them how to raise their kids but any all spending must stay within the limits that I dictate to him. I can honestly say, I have added a new balance to their relationship. There is more control in their life and slave and his wife are not only sexually fully satisfied but are have more complete fulfilling overall lives.

    These are My opinions formed from My experience training and owning slaves. Respond honestly with your experiences and as you have seen I repost your responses to have a real discussion with other Masters and subs. Also suggest topics for the next 10 posts.

    03 of 12: Master before wife

    Thanks for the great response to My two posts slave ego and love/submission. Your responses and sharing encourage Me. I will continue with 12 elements essential to becoming a true submissive based on My experience as a Master.

    Companionship and security are universal needs we all have including subs. While as a Master I provide this security (and ownership as i discussed in last post) there are other subs who already have a wife or husband/boyfriend (BF). There are some of my subs who are bi or have wives for cultural reasons. Some among you have a BF from a long time or a husband they provide for. In each case, you subs find themselves trapped in this relationship: your partner does not understand or fulfill your need for submission and sub is tempted to cheat with a short term dom to satisfy your natural needs. Serving the instadoms doesn’t work and leaves subs even more hungry for deep meaningful purposeful submission to a real Master.

    I always allow my subs to maintain their previous relationships as long as they don’t interfere with their service to Me. Beginning to submit brings a lot of uncomfortable desires that you subs have been trying to suppress....and My dominance and Feet can unlock all these euphoric joy that you have fear of losing control. In that case, have your partner can help keep structure to your life and someone to talk to.

    It is entirely upto you, how you share with your BF or wife. One straight married slave I have owned for many years, still tells wife I am his therapist and his worship as therapy sessions.

    Despite this I maintain complete control on areas of his life that interest Me. I decide his entire sex life, allowing him sex when he has worshipped and spoiled My Superior Feet and conditioning his mind to keep falling deeper under My control. There was a time where the time where the wife try to resist My control over her sexual pleasure but I helped her realize without Me there would be no pleasure at all.

    It is very important for the sub to understand that Master is the primary decision maker. Yes Master can choose to delegate items to sub and partner. I don’t tell them how to raise their kids but any all spending must stay within the limits that I dictate to him. I can honestly say, I have added a new balance to their relationship. There is more control in their life and slave and his wife are not only sexually fully satisfied but are have more complete fulfilling overall lives.

    These are My opinions formed from My experience training and owning slaves. Respond honestly with your experiences and as you have seen I repost your responses to have a real discussion with other Masters and subs. Also suggest topics for the next 10 posts.

    athenbax

    For MSHP

    MSHP instructed me to write an article on “what or who helped to truly embrace what you are.”  I readily agreed to do so. (I say I agreed but I probably wouldn’t have been able to say no to him even if he had instructed me to cut off my thumb.)

    Let me start with some background before I get to the heart of my assignment.  I recognized that I was different from the other boys from a very young age, grade school.  I couldn’t understand it but I knew that I was inferior to the other boys.  I lacked the confidence they possessed and was athletically inferior.  That fact was continually reinforced every time I was picked last for any type of athletic game.  It wasn’t until years later when I got to junior high and high school that I found out (along with my classmates) how inferior I was between the legs.

    As I got to junior high and high school I was sometimes bullied and learned very early on that there was nothing I could do about it.  I had always been taught not to “tattle” and I just accepted it as my lot in life. I can never understand all the whining about bullying in the press these days.  I look back at it as something that benefited me long term in that it helped me understand my place among men.  I’m also sure it was beneficial to the boys picking on me for the same reason.  Early on when I was called “faggot” the superior boys knew something about me that I didn’t know about myself.  Through those years in school I became more and more aware of my inferiority.

    In later years, I continued to recognize that I was different from other men.  I didn’t have the self-confidence, ambition, physical strength (or the motivation to work for it), assertiveness, etc. of the men I admired. In short, I knew I was inferior to the point I couldn’t look men in the eyes and had even developed a subconscious habit of bowing my head in their presence.  Even though I recognized my inferiority I worked hard to project the illusion to the world that I was a man.    

    No matter what I accomplished personally, professionally or financially I was terribly unhappy and suffered from long term depression.  There was clearly something missing from my life and I regularly thought about suicide (but never seriously).

    I was on-line one day looking through messages in a Yahoo group when I came upon one from a Master who wrote a piece called  “Slaves Losing Pride & Dignity” (text posted here) that explained his method of breaking a slave of pride.  I was so impressed with the article and him that I sent him a note telling him that I thought his article was excellent.  I told him a little about myself and my belief that God, or nature, makes some men dominant and a much larger population submissive and it was nature’s intent for the submissive to serve the dominant.  To my surprise he responded.  He said he normally didn’t respond to the “inferior and submissive” but responded to me because I had made some astute observations and my email and didn’t any cliché “offer to serve.”  He asked more about me.  He had a very compelling way of communicating.  His dominance and confidence came through in the way he communicated and I felt an immediate connection to him.

    That started a regular correspondence where I learned more about him and I told him more and more about myself.  He told me about how he had recognized himself as an Alpha at an early age.  He had the advantage of having a father who was an Alpha. His father understood the purpose of fags and had regularly used them over the years.  He passed that wisdom along to his son who enslaved his first fag when he was only in high school and subsequently owned a number of others.  As he matured he developed his dominant traits that had served him well.  He also developed a keen understanding of the class of inferior “men” who are born to serve the Alphas.  He understood their minds and the compulsion to serve that drives them.

    Almost as if I had lost my free will I found myself divulging very personal secrets about myself that I had never told another soul.  I was unable to resist telling him anything he wanted to know.  I told him about numerous instances where I had engaged in submissive behavior without even realizing I was engaging in such behavior. I told him things that would be devastatingly embarrassing, perhaps professionally crippling, if they were ever revealed.  I was more honest with him about myself than I have been with anyone else, including myself.

    As the correspondence continued he became the most important person in my life and was constantly in my head.  He was literally the first thing I thought of when I woke up and the last thing I thought of before I fell asleep.  Anytime I got an email from him it was the highlight of my day and my hands literally shook as I opened it.  Through his guidance I came to understand that I was inferior to all men and had an obligation to treat them with the upmost respect and deference.  I became very submissive and respectful towards all men that I encountered whether it was on the street, at work or anywhere else. I learned to consider all men my superior and treated them as such.  When I was driving I became the most courteous driver on the road.  If someone wanted to cut in ahead of me I was fine with it.  Any of the impolite road behavior that used to piss me off, I was now accepting of it. I occasionally gave gifts to men I knew but I didn’t like.  I held doors open, I fetched coffee.  Anything I could do for a man brought a little joy to my life.  He helped me to realize that until I have settled into a life of true servitude and a superior is directing me I would not be complete.

    I realized one day that I considered this man my Master even though we had never spoke of it.  I told him that I considered myself his slave.  I think he beat me to that conclusion.  With this true understanding that my place in the male hierarchy was at the very bottom I found that I was more content than I had ever been before.  I realized my purpose in life and even though it meant that I was to sacrifice myself for the benefit of those men who were superior to me it was the happiest I had ever been.  

    One day he sent me a task to complete that was a “test.”  It was very difficult and demeaning and came at a very bad time.  I had had a terrible day and was exhausted.  I responded badly and terribly inappropriately given my station and who I was addressing.  I immediately regretted it and quickly apologized.  Unfortunately, I never heard from him again.  I was devastated.  

    Years later, every time I open my email I have a hope that I will hear from him again and each time I’m a little disappointed.  He is still one of the most influential people in my life and I still appreciate what he did for me.  Understanding myself was the most freeing experience of my life.

    mshp

    Story: Being George’s Assistant

    [Note this was created by a slave Kyle inspired my Me and my slave…like it to let Me know you want more chapters]

    All hope seemed lost until I got a call from an old college buddy of mine, George. We had been part of the same class and become good friends when we found out we had many of the same classes. He had gone on to earn his Master’s degree and had secured a great position at his dad’s company as the head of their midwest division. He told me he saw my resume online and that although he did not have a position really worthy of my skill set that he was looking for a personal assistant. “It’s at least something until you find another job or until something opens up around here.” he said as we spoke on the phone. George had always been that guy that you could not help but envy. He came from a wealthy family and everything seemed to be laid out for him since birth. Not to mention the fact that he was also graced with great looks, athletic body, and a knack for killing with the ladies. I can’t tell you how many times I came back and saw a sock on the outside of his door meaning for his roommate to stay out because he was getting lucky again. The only thing about George that was a little off putting was the subtle jabs he would take at some of us who did not quite have the wealth or resources that he did. Any chance he could point out how he was better than the rest of us he took. It really worked on some of the guy’s confidence. I’m actually sort of surprised he was not punched out but instead the opposite seemed to happen. These guys seemed eager to please George in any way possible. They would go to his classes and take notes for him, clean his room, and I even caught one guy removing the mud and shining up his soccer cleats. I thought that he was probably getting paid but learned that he was doing it to “pay back a favor”. I can’t imagine what the favor must have been. Some of the tasks like the cleat cleaning seemed a little degrading and I was glad I never let George push me around like his servant.

    So I decide to some in and at least talk to him about the job of being his assistant. I was a little scared of what the job might entail but then I remembered that this was a professional environment. How bad could he treat me? Especially since we were old buddies.

    The place was spectacular. I had never been into the building but had seen it from the highway many times. George of course had a spectacular office, the kind I dreamed of having some day. “Kyle, so nice to see you again buddy!” he said enthusiastically as I entered his office. I took a seat and shot the shit for a bit and then talk turned to the job. “Actually about 25 other people applied for this job. I was rather surprised but with this job market I probably shouldn’t have been. I was actually about to hire somebody that I thought would have been perfect but then I saw you were out of work, so I figured what the hell.”

    “So what exactly would I be doing?”

    “Well, you basically would be my assistant. There would be some secretarial work like typing e-mails, getting me coffee, filing documents. You also would be learning the business which I see you have some pretty good references so you should have no trouble picking it up. There will be many days when I will expect you to take on some of my work load. As you probably remember I do not like working hard if possible.” We both sort of laughed at this knowing it to be true. This sent me to another flashback of my college days. Ryan was a middle class kid with not a lot of money but he had got a full ride scholarship and was making something of himself. He seemed to be George’s personal assistant. I can recall him doing his laundry, typing papers, cleaning George’s room. It all seemed odd but nobody made a big deal about it. I wondered if I would be subject to anything degrading. Then I reassured myself that there would be nothing out of the ordinary.

    The first day was pretty routine. The work was not challenging in the least. George showed me a number of things that I would be responsible for and I grasped them pretty quick. He seemed quite pleased by the development. “Kyle, I think you are going to work out just fine as my assistant.” With that he slipped his feet out of his loafers and actually rested them on his desk. He has brown socks that matched his brown slacks and I could smell the perfume of his large meaty feet. George was definitely an alpha male and didn’t care if others were offended by his foot scent. He was at the top of the food chain and flaunted it. One of his subordinates came in while we were talking to drop off some work that had been done. He stared at George’s feet while he looked at the work. “ Tony you will have to rework this, it still is not up to standard. Oh and by the way my loafers need polished. You wouldn’t mind would you?” I could not believe it. Tony came around to the side of his desk picked up George’s loafers and took them with him presumably back to his desk. “That dude will do anything I tell him. You need some guys like that around. That is why I hired you.” We both laughed, me a little uncomfortably.

    To be continued.

    mshp

    Based on slave requests adding My Shoes and Socks

    mshp

    02 of 12: Love and submission

    Thanks for the great response to My first post on slave ego. I will continue with 12 elements essential to becoming a true submissive based on My experience as a Master.

    I get this question often:

    “Sir, I don’t want to be a sub because I want a real relationship and love.”

    “Sir, do You really love your subs ?”

    Yes, I love all My slaves and subs-in-training. And My relationship with all My subs is completely real and more genuine than you have with your current wives or boyfriends (BFs).

    But My Love for My stable is not the unrealistic Hollywood version. It is similar to the love of a father for a child or that I feel for My favorite pair of boots. (I love to wear my boots, stomp in them, they are always there to please Me, but they also need to be polished and protected.)

    My humiliation of the vain boy in My previous post was driven by a fatherly tough love. I knew shaving will help him grow as a person and slave. A BFs love cannot give that. That is why deep down most of you know you don’t need a BF but Me.

    My love is the reason why our relationship is genuine. I care for them and protect them. A sub recently asked about a Dom who wanted to bareback him. This risky irresponsible behavior shows the Dom has no love for the sub and doesn’t let be himself either.

    But this ownership I feel of My stable comes at a cost. I am limited in the number of slaves I can mindfully train and grow. Many of you have begged to submit and that is why I refuse most of you.

    The love My subs experience for Me, My Feet is also real and grows with My guidance. As a sub, learn to let this love fill you unconditionally. Don’t be like: I will only love Master if He loves Me, pays attention to me, does X to me because that gets My selfish slave dick hard. Most of you feel this love to a real Master automatically. When My slaves serve My delicious Feet or receive My guidance, they are filled with these selfless desires, these warm joyful ideas of their purpose and feeling worthy. That is genuine connection is what you all seek and need. And as a Master I don’t force you, but free you to experience this love that is automatic in a natural sub.

    These are My opinions formed from My experience training and owning slaves. Respond honestly with your experiences and as you have seen I repost your responses to have a real discussion with other Masters and subs. Also suggest topics for the next 10 posts.

    mshp

    @silentbou-m has asked Me the following. What do all the subs think ?

    Hello,

    i really have to admit, that i liked Your last post about the love-case in submitting. i agree with most of it, You can correct me if i’m wrong:

    i could never think of being treated like an object, because i would never see myself as an object. i’m still human no matter if i have a Sir or not. personally i think that love & trust are both important in any kind of relationship. one cannot let himself fall when he doesn’t trust the other one.

    Also i think, that it would be more to the joy of the Sir, if there is a good bond between them. i mean… one would be more eager to please his Sir, if he experience love & that his Sir actually cares about him. Just because it would be more his free will to do so, if you love & trust s.th. you want that it will be good. So in this case: if you really have this positive relationship to your Sir, with love & trust & a caring Sir, i think you are more eager to submit even deeper and please your Sear with more effort. But if a Sir is mean, cruel and doesn’t care about His sub, the submission of this person is only out of fear and i doubt that there will be any progress in getting deeper into submission.

    But correct me if i’m wrong with my thoughts, i really hesitated if i should write this to You. But i just wanted to share my thoughts about Your last post with You, Sir.

    mshp

    This is My response: slave boy you are right that I am now mean or cruel to my stable. However, I do own them the same way as I own My boots or whip. They serve Me as I want when I want. Subs do have to be tended to differently than my boots but My care for them is only to get the best use of them as long as I can.

    I know it’s hard to think of yourself as an object. That is why you need a real Master to train you

    mshp

    Story: Being George’s Assistant

    [Note this was created by a slave Kyle inspired my Me and my slave…like it to let Me know you want more chapters]

    All hope seemed lost until I got a call from an old college buddy of mine, George. We had been part of the same class and become good friends when we found out we had many of the same classes. He had gone on to earn his Master’s degree and had secured a great position at his dad’s company as the head of their midwest division. He told me he saw my resume online and that although he did not have a position really worthy of my skill set that he was looking for a personal assistant. “It’s at least something until you find another job or until something opens up around here.” he said as we spoke on the phone. George had always been that guy that you could not help but envy. He came from a wealthy family and everything seemed to be laid out for him since birth. Not to mention the fact that he was also graced with great looks, athletic body, and a knack for killing with the ladies. I can’t tell you how many times I came back and saw a sock on the outside of his door meaning for his roommate to stay out because he was getting lucky again. The only thing about George that was a little off putting was the subtle jabs he would take at some of us who did not quite have the wealth or resources that he did. Any chance he could point out how he was better than the rest of us he took. It really worked on some of the guy’s confidence. I’m actually sort of surprised he was not punched out but instead the opposite seemed to happen. These guys seemed eager to please George in any way possible. They would go to his classes and take notes for him, clean his room, and I even caught one guy removing the mud and shining up his soccer cleats. I thought that he was probably getting paid but learned that he was doing it to “pay back a favor”. I can’t imagine what the favor must have been. Some of the tasks like the cleat cleaning seemed a little degrading and I was glad I never let George push me around like his servant.

    So I decide to some in and at least talk to him about the job of being his assistant. I was a little scared of what the job might entail but then I remembered that this was a professional environment. How bad could he treat me? Especially since we were old buddies.

    The place was spectacular. I had never been into the building but had seen it from the highway many times. George of course had a spectacular office, the kind I dreamed of having some day. “Kyle, so nice to see you again buddy!” he said enthusiastically as I entered his office. I took a seat and shot the shit for a bit and then talk turned to the job. “Actually about 25 other people applied for this job. I was rather surprised but with this job market I probably shouldn’t have been. I was actually about to hire somebody that I thought would have been perfect but then I saw you were out of work, so I figured what the hell.”

    “So what exactly would I be doing?”

    “Well, you basically would be my assistant. There would be some secretarial work like typing e-mails, getting me coffee, filing documents. You also would be learning the business which I see you have some pretty good references so you should have no trouble picking it up. There will be many days when I will expect you to take on some of my work load. As you probably remember I do not like working hard if possible.” We both sort of laughed at this knowing it to be true. This sent me to another flashback of my college days. Ryan was a middle class kid with not a lot of money but he had got a full ride scholarship and was making something of himself. He seemed to be George’s personal assistant. I can recall him doing his laundry, typing papers, cleaning George’s room. It all seemed odd but nobody made a big deal about it. I wondered if I would be subject to anything degrading. Then I reassured myself that there would be nothing out of the ordinary.

    The first day was pretty routine. The work was not challenging in the least. George showed me a number of things that I would be responsible for and I grasped them pretty quick. He seemed quite pleased by the development. “Kyle, I think you are going to work out just fine as my assistant.” With that he slipped his feet out of his loafers and actually rested them on his desk. He has brown socks that matched his brown slacks and I could smell the perfume of his large meaty feet. George was definitely an alpha male and didn’t care if others were offended by his foot scent. He was at the top of the food chain and flaunted it. One of his subordinates came in while we were talking to drop off some work that had been done. He stared at George’s feet while he looked at the work. “ Tony you will have to rework this, it still is not up to standard. Oh and by the way my loafers need polished. You wouldn’t mind would you?” I could not believe it. Tony came around to the side of his desk picked up George’s loafers and took them with him presumably back to his desk. “That dude will do anything I tell him. You need some guys like that around. That is why I hired you.” We both laughed, me a little uncomfortably.

    To be continued.

    mshp

    Based on slave requests adding My Shoes and Socks

    Being George’s Assistant part 3

    (By slave Kyle inspired by Me: mshp.tumblr.com)

    That night I tossed and turned. I had no idea what had just happened that day and I was a little bit unsettled. I had actually cleaned George’s golf shoes and sort of enjoyed the experience. I had buried my nose in his golf shoes and taken deep breaths. The worse thing about it was that I even got a little hard from the experience. The pungent bouquet of his feet did not seem to leave my nose even if it was just a memory. I had to experience it again and was pretty sure I would based on how well I attended to his golf shoes.

    When I arrived at the office George was already there at his desk. I brought his coffee and he greeted me with a list of things to do. “All of these items need done before you leave today. I have a 9:00 A.M. tee time so you will pretty much be carrying my workload for the day. In addition to your own work you may be here awhile. I should be back around three or four. Hopefully you will have most of this list knocked out by then. By the way my bathroom really needs a good cleaning. I took a huge shit when I got here this morning and that toilet needs some attention. I also need you to clean the urinal, scrub the floors, the sinks, and the tile on the walls. Put that at the top of your list. The cleaning crew does such a horrible job, let’s see what you can do. You will find everything you need underneath the cabinet under the sink.”

    I had not even been there five minutes and George was already barking out orders. Now I was in charge of taking care of his personal bathroom. What I had dreaded was becoming a reality. I was now more like his lackey than his assistant. I put up no fight and went in and started cleaning his bathroom. It was obvious he had just used it recently because the smell was pretty intense I started by scrubbing the toilet. It did not look all that dirty but I spent a good 45 minutes on it. I decided to clean the urinal next. It was extremely degrading cleaning the toilet George shitted in and the urinal he pissed in but I did what I could. As I was putting the finishing touches on the urinal George walked in. I was on my knees doing a last minute wipe down of the urinal. “This urinal looks pretty good and it actually smells good. Let me give it a try.” With that he unzipped his pants and whipped out his dick right in front of me and began taking a piss. Just as you might have imagined he had a nice size penis. In fact very enviable to most guys as I watched him shoot a dark yellow stream into the urinal. It seemed like he stood there for a good minute before he finally wrapped up. At the end he shook the last drops. Some landed on the porcelain surface of the urinal while other drops fell inches away onto the floor. He then zipped up and left me by saying “Looks like you will have to clean that again. Sometimes even I can’t control this beast.” He sort of laughed at his joke. I may have been paranoid but it seemed like a jab that I had checked out his dick. How would he have noticed?

    I dutifully began cleaning the urinal again. Out of the corner of my eyes I could see George taking off his wingtips. He then took of his tan socks and stuffed them inside. He put on a pair of white socks and then his golf shoes. He then strutted back into the restroom. “Well I have to be going. I might as well piss again before I go. That coffee goes right through me.” Once again he whipped out his huge dick and a long stream came flowing. This time I was absolutely sure he was messy on purpose because once again he shook it and this time piss went all over the urinal, the tile back splash, and right onto the floor. He looked down and smiled “ I guess you will be cleaning this again.” No apology, just washed his hands and left me to clean up his disgusting piss soaked urinal for a third time this morning. It was probably an amusing game to him but I was a starting to get angry. Especially since some of his splatter had hit me in the face. I immediately got up and began washing my face in the sink. Then it was back to the urinal again. After that I scrubbed the floor since there was no mop handy. George had very poor aim since I saw yellow splotches and dots all around the urinal area. I used a little elbow grease and removed every single one of them. After that I finished up with the tile and the sink. I stepped back and looked at my work. The restroom was spotless, for now. I made my way out to his desk and saw a note. It simple read “ My wingtips need touched up. If you see Ryan have him do it, or just do it yourself if you want to.” Wow, if I wanted too? George really had no boundaries to his hubris. He now assumed that cleaning his shoes was something I wanted to do. Unfortunately he was right. I needed some polish and some other supplies to do the job properly. I felt my cell go off. It was from George. “If you are going to clean my wingtips you will find everything you need in the bottom drawer of your desk.” He knew I was going to do it. How did he know? I looked in the bottom drawer and sure enough there was the Kiwi shining kit. It was a real nice one. Had everything you would need to do any type of shoe. I got out what I needed and went to work. I calmed down as I began my work. I removed George’s tan socks from the inside and took a quick whiff of them. They already were remarkably powerful for just having been worn for a couple of hours. Pretty damp too. The wingtips were not in too bad of shape. They just needed a touch up and I sprayed the inside with a little bit of spray from the Kiwi kit to freshen them up. I sat them down beside his desk, took one more whiff of the tan socks, and stuffed them inside. My cell phone went off again. “ I think I showed you that washer and dryer right next to my office. Go ahead and wash those socks and the other things in the hamper in my closet.

    Mainly just clothes from the gym.” The hamper was practically full of shorts t-shirts and dirty white socks. It would take me a least two loads to do all of this laundry. I was able to get a lot of work done while George’s laundry was in the washer. Unfortunately it looked like another late night for me. At about 3:30 I heard some noise in the hallway. It sounded like George was back. He walked into the office with two of his golf buddies. I was not introduced as they just came in and sat down on the couch and chairs in the corner. “Kyle, get us a couple of beers. We are thirsty.” I ran over to the fridge in the bar area and grabbed three beers and handed each of them one. It was not long before they all headed into use the restroom. I was pretty sure that none of these guys worked at our building but it was obvious they were alpha gods much like George. They sat and bullshitted while I ran and got them beers. I noticed they had dragged some mud onto the floor. I guess I would be cleaning that up later. After about an hour his friends left. George walked over to his desk. “Did you get all of my work done?”

    “I got a lot of it done. Probably will have a few things to finish up Monday.”

    “Nah, why don’t you just come in on Saturday and get those things done. I would like to start with a fresh slate for the new week. Besides it looks like we tracked in some dirt and mud. You are going to have to clean the floor in here and hit the my restroom again. It is overtime, you probably could use it.”

    “Ok, but if would help me I am sure we could get the paperwork knocked out today.”

    “I’d like to, but I am completely whipped after 18 holes of golf. The worst part is that we decided to walk the course. My feet are killing me. I think I will just take a little nap on the couch. Hold all of my calls.”

    He sat down on the couch and hesitated. “Come over here and take off my golf shoes. I feel like I can’t even move.” More degrading work but I needed this job and I wanted to get a close up whiff of those manly feet. I got up out of my chair and went over to George. I dropped to my knees and began unlacing them. I pulled each shoe off and each time I was struck in the face by the pungent aroma of George’s feet. He swung his feet around and rested them on the corner of the couch. “I could really use a nice long massage. Especially on my feet. You are pretty busy though.”

    I felt conflicted. I did not want to seem to eager but this might be my only chance. “No problem boss, I can give you a foot massage. After all I am coming in tomorrow anyway.”

    George smiled obviously pleased with my answer.