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Worthy of a re-blog for all concerned.
Hows my favorite girl doing?
*melting* i’m your favorite girl?
Of course *caressing her face* You ARE the prettiest after all.
*blushing* no i’m not… you’re just saying that *looking down*
*pulls her chin up with his finger and looks into her eyes* Why would I do that?
*tingling* its just you’re so handsome, you could have any girl.
I don’t want any girl. I want you
Really *smiling* Are you coming to my game tomorrow?
are you kidding? i would’t miss it! i love seeing you in your unifor… i mean yes, why?
*grinning* What were you going to say… in my uniform?
*blushing and nodding*
You’re too cute. You like seeing me in my uniform do you?
*smiling* I tell you what, at the end of the game meet me down by the end of the field. You can see me in it up close and personal.
*heart racing* i’d LOVE that
I thought you would. Afterwards I’ll take you to dinner
like a date?
*smiling* yes like a date
*leaning in and kissing her on the lips* Don’t be late
His princess. ♥️
Although I know what a misogynistic, homophobic country we live in I sincerely hope this is were we are heading. (Oh and yea I vote so I can help bring it about.)
Okay, that made me genuinely happy. And horny.
This is incredibly cute.
No, it wasn’t chest day. In fact it was a rest day. That’s just how fucking big these big meaty muscle tits are. You know you want to worship them, feel their massive weight in your hands, suck on those hard nips. Lick every inch of these mountains hanging from my chest. Come worship fags, worship this massive bull with perfect round, hard muscled pecs.
(Adapted and supplemented from posts by @londondaddydom and @dirtydaddythings)
Tumblr – like other Internet sites and dating and chat apps – is filled with make-believe “Doms,” “Masters,” and “Alphas” that don’t deserve to ever be called Sir or Master by anyone, because they are just losers, fraudsters, con men, or scam artists. I call them “Wizard of Oz Doms,” because, like the Wizard of Oz, they hide behind the curtain of the Internet, pretending to be what they are not.
For those of you who are new to this, it can initially be difficult to spot frauds. Do not be too down on yourself for getting deceived. Learn from your mistakes.
Here are some tips to spot a fraud early on:
- He asks for nudes and insists you do whatever he says within hours (and usually less) of first chatting with you.
- He quickly tries to monetize the relationship, as by “findom” (short for financial domination). Telling you to pay him “tribute” to his PayPal account, for instance.
- His compliments exclusively focus on your appearance, so he says things like “you look great” but you never get a compliment on your personality or character.
- He is suspiciously quick to punish you. You’re always being told you’ve “been a bad boy”, you always feel like you’re not doing enough to make him happy.
- He’s only ever really engaged in the conversation when he needs something. At other times he’s distant and barely tolerates you, if he bothers to reply at all.
- His dating site pic shows a dick, or a shoe, or a crotch, etc. If his profile pic shows a man with a “six pack” abdomen who looks like a porn star, you can be pretty sure the photo actually is of a porn star. Invite him to a two-way video chat. The chances of him agreeing to that are almost nil. Even if he says yes, the chances are that he will not activate his cam, claiming there’s a technical glitch, or does not have a cam. A sure sign of a scam.
- The relationship feels empty and hollow. You still feel alone.
- He calls you pet names so often that it becomes nauseating. Ends every sentence with “slave” or “boy” or “slut”; it comes across like he’s trying too hard.
- He doesn’t seem interested about learning more about BDSM. You won’t find him re-blogging long text posts such as this on his blog (instead it’ll be 100% sexual content).
- He can turn mean and hurtful, perhaps even threaten you with exposure, if you don’t do as he says.
Recognize the warning signs and trust yourself. Don’t be so desperate for affection that you ignore these signs. Don’t fool yourself into believing him when he says no one will love you like him. He’s right but that’s because his love isn’t love at all and virtually any other love would be better. You are far too precious and rare to allow charlatans to court your attention for too long.
I wonder if you know just how rare you are. There’s no one else quite like you. No one else with your combination of gifts, charms, wiles, or heart. No matter how similar you may feel to someone else, they aren’t and cannot be you.
That doesn’t mean there exists an “only chance” at happiness. There are indeed many who would welcome your gift, treasure it, and nurture it.
When someone comes along who makes you feel diminished, broken, or worthless: walk away. It’s not easy but it’s just that simple. Get out. Heed the warning in your heart, trust your intuition, and remember the content of this post. You’re worth more than you can know to the right person.
The path walked by those that seek to SUBMIT is treacherous for those that do not keep their wits about them. One must not merely approach submission with an open heart, but with open eyes as well.
Most people who see my physique assume I’m a personal trainer, fitness model, or competitive athlete. They’re always surprised to learn I have a successful career as a research engineer. I love my job because it affords me the chance to do significant work, and challenges my mind while giving my body a break. I eat 5 meals every day at work, preparing my body for the gym afterwards where I can unleash all of my pent up energy on the iron.
Another thing I love about my day job is standing out. My presence as an Alpha is never more apparent than when in a meeting or when talking with coworkers. I dwarf every single person in my building, and am known by everyone as the big guy. I command respect just by existing, and when I assign tasks they get done, almost always quicker than the deadline. I love standing next to a smaller male employee and seeing their eyes avoiding contact with mine, lowering their head, scanning my mountainous pecs and massive arms and huge legs, taking in my awesome power and realizing they are inferior, their submissive side drawn out against their will.
Being able to dominate others, even straight men, with just a glance or a subtle flex is truly intoxicating. My body feeds off of the fear, lust, and admiration of those around me, and as I continue to grow it has only become stronger and stronger. I know even you fags who read this blog feel the tug of submission deep inside you. That burning desire to please and serve a massive bull like me. To give complete control to someone who knows how to lead and who can guide you to blissful obedience. You crave to give me everything you have, even though you know I have everything I need already, because you know giving up control to an alpha is your destiny. I feel your worship coursing through my veins, growing me, strengthening me, making me more and more powerful as you become weaker and more dependent on your Titan for happiness and satisfaction.
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This is husband material