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[thehypnoservant]

From that very moment.

From the moment I put him in a suit, I saw a difference in his behaviour. This is often the way and it's remarkable how long some of them have supressed or even fought against their desire to be either submissive - or suited - or both - for so long.

This boy took to it so quickly, he was soon discarding all his old clothes and begging me for any opportunity to be in his suit and to buy more formal attire to build up a collection.

He was on an upward curve of learning servitude, obedience, self discipline and a deeply satisfying feeling of submission.

[thehypnoservant]

Stop overthinking.

The battle between the body ruling the mind or the mind ruling the body is over.

Blind obedience and total submission is replacing it.

Stop over analysing and just wear the suit, lock the chastity cage and obey every order Sir gives you.

[thehypnoservant]

@chastaf asks: “I would like a uniform from you. What would you expect a boy to wear each day of the week?”

Thank you for the question! I think the most sensible option for you would be a uniform that gets progressively more formal as the week goes on.

On Monday you can stay fairly informal, just a button up shirt and some dress pants. Today is your housework day, when you clean the house from head to toe, making sure it’s spotless for when your sir comes home. Despite spending hours scrubbing, washing, and dusting every corner of your sirs house, you never get a spot on yourself and always look flawless at the end of it. One of the many skills you’ve curated over your years as a house husband.

Tuesday you’ll put on a tie and make sure your shirt and trousers are well-pressed and wrinkle free. Today is when you run errands, going to the bank and grocery store. You handle these tasks on behalf of your sir, so his life can be worry-free. He likes to show you off, so he always buys you the tightest possible versions of these clothes. As you walk around town, you can feel your pert nipples and juicy ass testing the limit of the fabric, and leaving nothing to the imagination. You notice other men staring at you with hunger and jealousy. They know you’re one of the finest pieces of meat around, but you are the sole property of one man.

By Wednesday you should be suited up. Today is the day you go into your sir’s office to complete his paperwork for him. You spend all day on your feet, moving documents nonstop. Your only breaks are when your sir comes by to grab your rear in those tight dress pants. It’s a distraction you always welcome. You perform this work as a courtesy, although he always makes sure to pay you well when you get home at the end of the day.

Thursday you need to be in a three piece suit. Anything less is shameful. This is the day when you go out to the country club with all the other house husbands in the area. While you get tipsy on mimosas, you also participate in crucial socialization. You have to impress the other sir-boy families that live in the neighborhood to ensure you and your sir stay in prime social status. So far, you’ve done your job flawlessly: the two of you are the always talk of the town. All other men want to be you, or be in bed with. Lucky for them, several have.

And on Fridays, what else would you wear but a tuxedo? Custom tailored to fit your body perfectly, hair styled with grace and ease. The tux has another purpose too: Friday night is date night for you and your sir. He takes you out to the finest eateries and art venues. Nothing is too good for you, he says. Oh how he spoils you!

[thehypnoservant]

male stepfordization

Be nice to men. Always be pleasant. Don't say mean things. Good boy's don't want confrontations, good boy's long for praise, peace, and quiet.

Wear tight clothes. Men like to look at nice things. So you better be a nice thing if you want male approval.

Make yourself look stupid. It's called "cute". Puppies are cute mainly because they are dumb and unskilled. It's the same with girls. It stimulates the male protective instinct. Use this.

Be a role model for others. Or "be the change you wanna see in the world". The first step to a better world starts with your foot in front of the other.

Strive to make Men happy. If a Man is happy, he is bound to make you happy too.

Embrace sexual objectification. You are sexy. Show it to the world.

Stay fit. Stay healthy. Stay fuckable. Your body is your most important asset. Treat it well. Do your exercises, eat healthy and keep your mind in a happy place.

Let men tell you how to be. To be what Men want, you gotta listen to Men. Men will tell you what they desire, what they dream about. But you gotta follow the path that they lay out for you.

Compete with other women for male attention. Sadly, male attention is a finite resource. Every day, every hour, every minute and every second we are in competition with each other. It is a friendly and healthy competition, don't make it get ugly - men don't like vile people. Stay happy but compete as hard as you can.

Follow the rules made by men. Follow rules. Always. No excuses. Rules are made to be obeyed. Don't complain about them. They are made for a reason. You don't have to understand the reasoning behind them to follow them. So don't even try. If a Man made a rule, that rule has a purpose. Don't question it.#

[thehypnoservant]

First time dressed fully in a butler uniform, it feels a strange mix of discomfort and familiarity. How would you advise I proceed in achieving servitude?

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Apologies boy for my long-awaited response. It's been a few years but I'm back now to administer some badly needed appraisals. Thank you for your submission @paddedtech

This young butler looks like he is straight out of training classes: wearing the graduate's uniform of a white wingtip shirt, black necktie, dove grey waistcoat, and morning suit trousers and coat. An excellent day uniform for any potential servant. I am not surprised it brings to mind both discomfort and familiarity - to a modern boy used to tracksuits and t-shirts the tight stiff feeling of a uniform shirt and tie is certainly unusual to many. But once you get to the point where each day you wake up bright and early and put on the same tight and formal butler uniform, it will feel only too familiar.

In my household, butlers, servants, valets, and footmen wear white gloves and are clean-shaven. It is a matter of taste, of course, in how each Master decides how his service boys should present themselves. However, I have to admit I am a stickler for tradition. Servants who shave can recite in the mirror how important it is that they must always achieve the highest levels of cleanliness and hygiene. And for white gloves, while they may have an old-school classic aesthetic, Masters can be assured their glassware, cutlery and other property will not be smudged.

But of course, like I said, I write this as if this was still your first day of service and I hope my tardy response is appropriate advice. But some guidance for butlers is eternal: be formal and presentable, be obedient, do what your Master says. If you would like to send a new photo for a more accurate appraisal, or for any other boy who wishes to do the same, that would be welcome. I will not hold back.

[thehypnoservant]

Our servant graduate @paddedtech is back with two further submissions to show more recent acts of servitude. This time, in two outfits chosen for him by a Master.

I asked him how he felt wearing each of these uniforms:

"The bright red waistcoat makes me feel very self-conscious. I feel like I've been dressed in it because Master wants me to be seen clearly as his staff. I'd be mortified wearing it while running errands for him."

Well, a good job that your feelings of mortification are far less important than being obedient.

Regular readers of this blog will know how penchant I am to a red waistcoat or vest (to Americans) - so your Master and I have that in common. What we do not have in common is I would not have been quite so understanding about your skills in preparation. I presume he is the photographer, but even if it is a self-portrait, why is your uniform not on properly before the photo was taken? A Sir should not wait while his servant fiddles around with a glove or cufflink - the boy should be in a service position such as at attention, hands behind the back, waiting to take an order. The next time you are sent on a humiliating trip to the shops in uniform while the boys around you are dressed as casually as they choose, you should remember that.

This makes me feel more like a contemporary servant. My shirt has a tall two-button collar to enforce good posture, and the chains on my tie is a nod to sexual servitude. I wouldn't mind wearing this as an everyday uniform when running errands. However, the affixed badge reminds me humiliatingly of who I am.

A far better posture to present yourself. And the uniform, a slightly too-tight collar high on the throat and the chain-patterned tie cinching the neck are all lovely choices.

But the best is of course the affixed badge reminding you of who you are. Not a nametag, telling the world you are human and to be understanding, but a subordinate learning how to serve. 'Servant In Training' tells others that you should be showing respect to your betters, to be humble, formal, lower and controlled. You will be unable to do anything without permission. If you slip up, they will know you are still new to this life of servitude and you will be expecting punishment.

You may pass one exam but many tests will follow.

Any other servants who wish to be appraised are welcome to submit a photo or video or message me privately. I look forward to seeing you in uniform.

[thehypnoservant]

We have a submission from @houseboi999 - a very respectful and eager to serve boy. Good boys submit their uniforms to me for appraisal - be like him.

He writes:

I really like this uniform and I feel very obedient when wearing it, my attitude changes to become more in harmony with the role imposed by this type of fairly formal uniform. At the same time I feel very embarrassed and even a little ridiculous if I have to go out dressed like that but it clearly indicates my position and my submission. Everyone can see what I am and it mortifies me a little.

Strictly speaking, the rules of classic formal wear state a white bowtie and tailcoat should be worn with a low- cut white evening Marcella waistcoat and not a pinstripe vest. However, and this is important, we are not talking about an escort at a debutante ball nor a prince at some Austrian waltz. We are talking about you, a lowly servant.

A small history lesson: back when more submissive men destined to serve knew their place, their Masters would often choose uniforms of cheaper fabrics or make something slightly off. This would remind the boy at all times that while every man in the room might be suited and dressed to the nines, his uniform makes it clear he is there to serve them.

If everyone is in formalwear, it would not do for a butler to look at the room and to suddenly feel like an equal. No, even down to the waistcoat he wears should be enough to make him feel lowly and inferior. That is why even a single pair of white gloves can transform a man from looking like some dashing movie star in a James Bond style tuxedo to a formally dressed slave taking orders from his betters.

Incidentally, this is where we get the classic image of a waiter in a black bowtie, black waistcoat and white sleeves. If he were a man of equal standing, he would be in a tuxedo jacket. But because he is in a service position, he is not. Clothes, even when it comes to the most formal and classic of uniforms, tell a story.

I write this boy because while you might feel mortified, embarrassed or even a little ridiculous dressed in such a way, I have no criticism of the outfit. You may have not realised it, but when you gathered these pieces together to present to the world as a servant ready to be owned, you were doing so in a way that told everyone who you are. You may feel humiliated for people to see the real you, a submissive boy wearing a formal uniform and doing what he’s told. But isn’t it better, boy, that people see the truth and not confuse you for someone else?

Any other servants who wish to be appraised are welcome to submit a photo or video or message me privately. I look forward to seeing you in uniform.

[thehypnoservant]

We have a new submission - this time from the handsome and well-dressed @suit-serving. Good boys submit their uniforms to me for appraisal - be like him.

A thing I've noticed since the pandemic is it has taken the workplace in two extremes: one, employees work from home, wear pyjamas and nothing gets done apart from the endless dreary droll of Zoom meetings; two, the opposite, almost a refocusing on what it means to be at work and to formal dress, close mentorship and to conformative values. I swear while the morning commute may be less busy, the men have sharpened up and look smarter. Suit sales after a long slump have gone up in recent times, and I for one can only hope this is a growing trend.

Pass this young man in the morning with his three-piece suit, fancy watch and tight slick neat conservative haircut and you might expect him to be on his way up in the world. A young go-getter ready to make sales and work his way up the chain. But we know the truth, don't we? In your hands, you'd be clutching Starbucks cups on the way to the office. You'd be studiously taking notes at meetings. You'd spend hours in a trance photocopying and doing menial tasks - all to make the men in the office have an easier day. And your prize, your reward, is to be in a room full of powerful, formally dressed, suited-up men. They know to present themselves in a silk tie with a thick knot, and a proper slick haircut they get neatened up once a week. Their outfit changes the way their clients see them: it means power, it means business. You can only hope to emulate them.

As the office boy, the intern, your goal: work hard and get none of the credit. But perhaps your boss will be pleased enough to recognise your submissive manner, your happy-to-please attitude. The way the workers steal your ideas, take advantage of your adoration and make you fetch their lunches. But he has a watchful eye, and he might do the strange act of inviting you into his office to thank you personally.

He might recognise that you see how he likes his employees to dress - they're all his good boys, really. He could take an interest in you. Submissive boys like you are a dime a dozen, but eager to please ones who pay attention to the dress code as rigidly as you are not. Perhaps he will give you...harder tasks to attend to with far more rewards at the end of it. Dressed as you are now, you look set to be taken under a boss' wing, guided on a path to better suits, more expensive watches, forever in formal work life.

Any other formally dressed boys who wish to be appraised are welcome to submit a photo or video or message me privately. I look forward to seeing you in uniform.

[thehypnoservant]

Another formally dressed submissive boy eager to be inspected has landed in my inbox. This time, it is @suitedsport, who said he was desperate for some degradation. Who can say no to that?

He writes:

"Hi Sir- I am submitting this photo of myself as I believe it is important to see my lower status in writing and revealed to the larger community. I am submissive, locked and [in] need of discipline”

This boy may appear to be very good. Look at him: groomed well, a sleek suit, a conservative haircut wet with product, a parting in his hair reminiscent of the 1950s, a thick tie knot close to the collar, and a chastity cage locked tight on his nub. The argyle socks are not to my taste but I certainly can see why for some they might appeal.

But I regret to inform you that this boy deserves to be disciplined - harshly. He was not wrong. Within moments of this boy submitting a picture of him to me dressed up, this pathetic sub was chasing me, desperate for me to have written his appraisal as if I had nothing better to do. Some boys, better-behaved boys, have waited years for the chance to hear my advice. You would think a boy caged by his Sir, supposedly for 41 days over Locktober last year, would have learned the art of patience? Needy boys like this one should be whipped for their brattiness.

It is a reminder to all Sirs that even if your boy is locked and shaved and groomed and dressed properly, be mindful that insubordination may still arise and it should be dealt with immediately.

If this were my boy, I would extend his chastity indefinitely. His body is certainly experienced enough to be adjusted to it by now. A permanent lock on one's body is sometimes necessary for a boy to know one's place. Too much time is wasted when a boy is counting down the days to when he might be able to touch himself again. Why bother starting over, when the neediness and obedience that stems from a long lock-up can instead grow eternally? Why take it off and only encourage bad behaviour? Once the boy understands his natural state is having a useless and small locked nub, the better. The only time he would be unlocked with me is for occasional cleaning and unpleasant, infrequent milkings. Maybe other times when I felt like playing with it, edging it, driving him to the point of extreme frustration, just to then lock him back up with no release.

But then if his daily life of being locked up is a punishment, his new normal, what to do if he dares to be disobedient again?

Well, let me say it, I enjoy a boy going about his daily life suited and booted whether in his job or social life. Their entire day they should feel a tie collaring the neck, whether at work or in a cinema or in the bar. But at home, this is when I really do encourage Sirs to dress boys up as the servants you deserve. A bowtie, a tuxedo, a pair of white gloves, a silver tray, whatever the Master chooses, really does trick the boy into a mindset of formal obedience. Even just the threat of inviting their friends, colleagues and acquaintances there to watch his humiliation and forcing the boy to serve them in his dickie bow and uniform is normally enough to get the most unruly boys to behave.

I also say let the punishment fit the crime. Swearing should be met with a gag, for if he cannot speak like a proper boy he should not be able to at all. Staring at the wall, hands behind his back, on his knees for hours at a time may also be of use here. Looking at himself in the mirror, bound, suited up for a Sir, chanting to himself about what a pathetic preppy prissy boy he is who deserves such treatment, may also help in case of any independent thinking.

Not wearing a tie should lead to zip ties and miniature padlocks in buttonholes to ensure he cannot take his uniform off. He should be left to wonder, as he is left to sleep in a collar and tie still choking his neck and suit jacket locked shut, whether he may ever be able to get permission to wear anything else. Not showing deference or obedience or holding the door open for a Sir should be punished with a spanking - the instrument increasing in severity and pain the worse the offence. Perhaps only then will the boy learn some proper patience and respect.

Any other formally dressed boys who wish to receive instruction are welcome to submit a photo or message me privately. I look forward to seeing you in uniform.

[thehypnoservant]

I am thrilled to see so many bowtied boys wanting to submit a photo for inspection. Why don't you join them? This submission is from the good-looking @guytransformedforever.

He writes:

I would like a strict patron - a gentleman who forcibly throws out my entire wardrobe and replaces it with only strict suits and shirts. Nothing more. He will keep an eye on my things, my haircut and my work. I'll just be his toy. He will do whatever he sees fit with me.

This handsome boy tells me he wore this outfit to a Great Gatsby-themed event. I have to warn you boy I'd be careful getting suited up like this while you're drinking champagne and reliving the past, because a suited Sir may see you for the beautiful little fool you are and take you for his own. Such potential.

An outfit like this would fall under what you'd have permission to wear under his strict house rules: always smart and formal, a tie or bowtie round your neck, your hair slicked back. You would learn to be obedient and deferential at all times to your formal betters, trained in the sartorial arts to be as primped and proper as any young man should be, pleasuring a man on your knees. The Sir's watchful and glaring eye might be strict, but necessary. You may resent the feeling of being trained, of being forced to adapt to a dress code, of looking so groomed and neat and clean-cut at all times, but you will come to understand why it's needed.

Because let me tell you boy, once you have reached the point of being a properly whipped submissive, of craving a Master's hand to guide and forge you into a better version of yourself, then such fun can be had. You'll be given the green light to submerge yourself further, deeper into a Sir's control.

The day will come as a surprise: you will be dressed as always like an obedient suited boy. Your Sir might blindfold you, cuff you, strip you down to your collar and chastity cage. In the darkness, you'd feel your Sir dressing you, manoeuvring clothes on your body, a mannequin for his own delights.

Perhaps one day you'd have on a jockstrap, small little slutty running shorts, a sports jersey, a backwards baseball cap. The blindfold would come off and your coach would demand press-ups and sit-ups until your muscles gave out. You'd train, you'd drill, you'd learn stats and cheer for your team until your Master grew tired of your jockhood.

The next day your Sir might give you a leather jacket and studded collar, spike your hair and colour it an unearthly shade, pierce or tattoo you, and transform you into a rebellious little punk boy running around getting in trouble, cussing and screaming at authority. He'd lick his lips at the thought of conquering you, bending you over, forcing you to clean his boots. He might want to spank you into submission, your cheeks rosy red as you acquiesce to his hand, you pleading and begging to be his suited good boy once again.

And maybe he would want that. You might feel the comforting collar on your neck again, a bowtie a sign of ownership resting against your throat. But this time, when you see yourself in the mirror, he would have dressed you as a slutty bunny boy. With a collar on your neck, cuffs around your wrists, and the thong barely covering your cage, you'd be a naked butler ready to serve and show off your body.

Any thought of rebellion would be immediately quashed in favour of being a good boy, a meretricious beauty to be stared at, a jewel in his possession. Changed at his will.

See once this boy realises he is a toy for a Sir to be dressed and played with, the better. You are clay to be shaped, to be re-invented. Your Master chooses what you wear, how you feel inside, and how you portray yourself to the world. Isn't that easier than thinking independently? Isn't it better to let your uniforms control how you act and behave?

Clothes make the man after all, or in this case, the submissive boy. Who will you be today?

Any other formally dressed boys who wish to be appraised are welcome to submit a photo or message me privately. I look forward to seeing you in uniform - whether it is a suit you wear for job interviews to white tie and tails. Get in touch boys.

[thehypnoservant]

My office intern @suitserving has returned to ask for another inspection, showing us all what a good boy he is by shaving. A handsome boy like this shouldn't hide that pretty face, I'm sure you'll all agree. It makes him look more eager to please, ready to be instructed.

Did you know that, in some companies, it has become extremely out of fashion to expect an employee to be free to answer calls outside of hours? In these days of HR breathing down everyone's necks, you'd wonder how anyone can get any work done.

But what if you had a boy like this? So ready to leap to attention at any order, happy to fulfil any pointless task no matter how menial or inane, as long as it was an instruction from a powerful suited boss?

He did ask me, despite suiting up regularly at the job, if he can wear a polo and slacks at least on weekends. I'm of the opinion a boy like this should always be on call - what if your boss needs you in the office urgently?

You would kick yourself if you were out in the city, drinking with friends, relaxing, and you received a call from your boss telling you to come into work and you were dressed sloppily. Imagine the dressing down you'd receive for turning up without a tie around your neck? A suit works for all days of the week. A formally dressed sub should always be prepared to serve.

What if the boss called you in, knowing he had an important old friend and client come to town, and he needed your assistance?

He needed you to act as a servant boy, waiting on their every need, whether they wanted you to light their cigars, serve drinks or have you on your knees pleasuring them both? Imagine it, boy, your mouth wet salivating, as two older bosses force-feed you their sweaty cocks from their suit trousers? You've already impressed one manager, but what about another? Would all your learned techniques, your submissive and obedient attitude, lead to better and greater things?

I suppose the fear would be if the client liked you so much, he wanted to take you on as his own assistant. Dressed in a servant's uniform he picked out for you with one of his many luxury watches around your wrist, attending to his every whim even out in public, with a caged cock. Your submission would only grow, your need for a tie knotted around your neck all times. It would certainly send you down a different path.

But would you miss your old life, as a suited-up intern bitch boy for all those employees, those alphas working for your boss?

Regardless, keep dressing like this boy - at all times. You've got a great future ahead of you.

Any formally dressed boys who wish to be appraised are welcome to submit a photo or message me privately. I look forward to seeing you in uniform. Get in touch boys.

[thehypnoservant]

Another inspection request, this time from @collarcage a submissive fag who tells me he's sometimes locked, but not all the time, and used to wear suits, but not nearly as often now.

He told me that he loves wearing a suit, enjoys the formality, and thinks it's a proper way for a fag like him to dress to show respect to the man he wants to serve. So why isn't a tie around your neck now, boy?

See, this is what happens when a fag goes unowned for far too long. Dumb ideas start appearing in their heads - like wearing casual clothes and being able to touch your nub whenever you like.

This can be a real problem for Sirs - because often you'd expect a sub like this to have all the right training and with ease fit into a man's life. But the longer they go unowned, bad habits start to form. Brattiness needs to be beaten, trained, disciplined out of them.

Good submissive boys willing to wait until they meet the right Sir should dress for the role they want and be locked until they give the Sir their key. Perhaps then a good Master might give them the personalised training they crave.

But there is hope for you, boy. Chastity, when properly used, is a wonderful thing at giving boys the right mindset to achieve their submissive goals. The moment the penis is locked behind a cage is like the moment a piece of clay is doused in water, the sub ready to be shaped and created into the good boy you long to be.

Vibrations of need will set off as the hours and days go by, and I encourage you to challenge yourself. Knot a tie around your neck every day, for example, for a week, with an orgasm as the end reward. Even if you wake up and you go to the gym, spend the day in a relaxed office, and head out for dinner with friends, all in what an independent man of the world might consider "casual dress". The second you return home, I expect you boy to get into a shirt and tie for at least an hour a day. No zero days. No exceptions. At first, it may seem silly, or even pointless, to be caged and suited up on the couch watching Netflix, but if you let yourself slip, you're only doing your submissive self a disservice. It's about your mindset more than anything.

And if you do slip, boy, well, that means your chastity time is reset. And you didn't even get to touch your nub as a reward.

This should only be the beginning once you're in the rhythm of wearing a uniform each day: perhaps you start adding a butt plug in. You have to recite how much of a submissive formal fag you are in the mirror. Wear bowties in public. These are just some ideas, of course. More challenging goals will lead to more resets of your chastity, making you more willing to meet those goals. Once you start picking up good daily habits, it'll only be a matter of time before the Sir of your dreams notices.

So be a good locked fag for me, get suited up, and start your training properly. I know it's easier when a dominant man is there to choose your outfits, tie your tie, keep your key, force you into sexual and domestic service, fucking you into submissive screams of joy, but to attract a Sir you have to present yourself as a proper faggot willing to be trained.

You need to understand that you've got some bad habits, fag, and it's time you've fixed them.

Any other formally dressed boys who wish to be appraised are welcome to submit a photo or message me privately. If it isn't obvious, I like to hear the fantasy from the boy who submits and I tailor each post. Always looking for submissions as they're fun to write.

[thehypnoservant]

A new submission - from a very special boy.

This boy tells me this was from about 10 years ago, he was out of university, and he was just beginning his kinky journey into suits and submission. This was the first picture he ever sent a formally dressed Sir hoping for approval. His cock was locked in a CB-6000 chastity cage. Wearing a pre-tied bowtie. A shirt and waistcoat from H&M. Working as a bartender while studying in a post-grad course, a black shirt and jeans were the poshest things he regularly wore.

He didn't understand some sartorial rules yet. Regardless, it was enough to send him on a journey where he would crave rules, regulations and dress codes.

The black waistcoat and bowtie were just the beginning. He wanted to be put into position training. He wanted to be tied, handcuffed, edged, then denied. He wanted to be a service top, begging for release inside a dominant daddy. He wanted to be a submissive bottom fag, crawling around licking a Sir's shoes, the lot. He wanted to wait on men in formal uniform as a job and be thanked with a hard cock.

The suits got a little sharper and a touch more expensive. He learned a lot from Masters in the world - especially what not to do. He thought that, as he had a niche passion, he had to be amenable in order to find someone who felt like a perfect fit. Sometimes you just keep getting down on your knees to fulfil a fantasy even if it's not quite right.

That boy became a Sir, too. If there's a shortage of formal Sirs in the world, suit up. If you can't find the right story, write it yourself.

Learning there are other boys, other Sirs, especially other switches with a similar kink he grew in confidence. He realised his struggles with subbing were likely tied up with feeling like he could dominate boys better than the Sirs he encountered.

A boy should be trained and then encouraged. Spanked and then caressed. Dominated and left fulfilled. Don't just scratch that kink itch - delve deep.

This was me - a bowtiedboi back then.

I won't make it a habit of sharing pictures of myself. Truth be told, I had this in my drafts back when I was first writing this blog. Now that I've got some distance from the boy in that picture, it feels easier to post.

Boys around the world are sending pictures to me. It felt right I should at least share what I started from, where I went, and what I've done in real life since I started writing about masters and servants. Plus, it's my 100th post - might as well!

We all have different starting points. We don't all take the same path. This was mine.

If you want to be a bowtiedboi like me and be inspected/get advice/get encouragement/get degraded, submit a picture! I'd love to see you dressed up.

[thehypnoservant]

We have a new submission - this time it's from @goodpreppyboy, wearing a beautiful pink preppy tie, white shirt, cricket jumper and khakis. I hope he is dressed like this as he's reading this - I suspect he is.

Just a few years ago, this boy tells me he used to dress like all the other men you see on the street - jeans, t-shirts, hoodies. He rarely wore collared shirts, had a suit he put on a couple times a year, and was much like most of the world thinking formal dressing had fallen out of fashion.

But then something switched. He started wearing suits daily - easily the best dressed in the office. He started filling his wardrobe with ties, bow ties, khakis and chinos.

His wardrobe is bursting with London York ties - chosen for their thick, wide power knots that make any man look like a top executive.

From having a single black bow tie for special occasions, he now has several - ready to be tied into knots around the neck - almost one for every fortnight with no repeats. Every day a new chance to show the world how much of a good preppy boy he is.

I have to wonder what happened? Did some formal hypnotist implant something in you, making you forget your meeting, feeding suggestions pushing you to wear preppier and more formal clothes?

Boy, when you reach out to what you want to wear, do you reach past the jeans to find trousers? Do your fingers itch to feel the long silky strands of the neckties? Does your heart beat a little faster at the thought of looking like a good submissive, formally dressed, preppy boy?

The hypnotic suggestions may not have just stopped at the formalwear. Have you been more meek and submissive in the presence of older suited men? Has your voice slipped and called them Sir without you realising? Have you looked at other men your age and wondered what it would be like to dress them in preppy clothes so they're just like you?

I wonder who your new prospective owner might be, feeding you suggestions in the shadows, watching as he covertly hypnotises you into the boy he wants you to become?

What outfit will he be finally impressed with? What will the final trigger be that leads you to sit up, whisper 'I obey', fully under his mentorship of a formal hypnotist instructing you in service and traditional clothes? You'll head out on a walk the next day, dressed perfectly preppy in a bow tie in public, and head to an address you don't recognise. He will open the door and welcome you inside, his face an uncanny resemblance to something deep in the recesses of your mind, but it will be like you have known him forever. He will hand you a tube of cheap hair gel and tell you to slick it down - no modern styles for his boys. He will encourage you to be preppy 24/7 - completely under his control. You will only ever wear pastel colours, boat shoes, button suspenders, khakis, and blazers. He will make it so you believe no outfit is ever complete without a necktie or bow tie.

Perhaps he is just waiting, deliberating, sitting in the shadows hoping you fully conform to his wishes. When you have finally succumbed to his suggestions completely, you will be introduced to his other formal preppy boys who have been turned and changed just like you have. They were all once normal casually dressed guys too, but not now. Now they would never dream of going outside without being properly dressed. It will take time but you'll be trained to conform, forced to fall in line, just a part of his class of good, obedient, well-dressed boys.

He will teach you all collared shirts look better tucked. He will instruct the barber to give you a slick conservative haircut that may feel too crisp, too formal, too old fashioned, but it won't matter because it is neat and proper and the cut all his boys have. He'll slap you on the back, say, 'Get used to it, champ', and that will be that. It's chosen for you.

I fear you may have fallen too far into your new Master's trap to escape. He will not take disobedience lightly. Even if you can logically and critically recognise what he's done to you, even as your fingers shake trying to will them to unfurl the tie around your neck, it won't be enough. It would be temporary even if you can free yourself from your mentor's dress code for his preppy boys of suits, neckties and bow ties. Your mind is so conquered by his hypnotic grip, that it will only be a matter of time before you look in the mirror and find yourself looking like a good preppy boy again.

So why fight it? Clearly, someone out there has plans for you to pursue a life of formality, of preppiness. Surely it's only a matter of time before your daily life is looking this way, where the few casual items in your wardrobe are ignored and you're dressed as he commands. Take your place in his brotherhood, his fraternity, of good preppy boys.

You might look back when you wore jeans and hoodies and wonder what happened to you. But isn't it better to concentrate on conforming, on service, on bringing other formal boys into the brotherhood, and most of all looking proper and preppy without worrying about silly things like the past?

Any formally dressed boys who wish to be inspected please submit a photo or message me privately. I like to tailor each post after I've heard the fantasy. Always looking for submissions as they're fun to write. Happy to reblog to add the caption too. Get in touch boys.

[thehypnoservant]

Another submission from the gorgeous boy, the good househusband and servant to his daddy boss, @tigidoggy. As a reminder to my readers, he and his husband are your average loving couple. But behind closed doors, he is his butler, his servant, his 50s spouse, his chaste submissive on his knees pleasing his boss. He takes care of the housework, the chores and errands in his cute little servant's uniform and then takes care of his man's needs at night.

Getting dressed is a sentence: it is saying who you're going to be today. Clothes are one of the most simple languages we have that can be understood around the world. Each item is a verb, an adjective, a noun. Your shoes are a full-stop. Clothes transform you. Getting dressed sets you up for the day: the mindset of who you're going to be, of how you're telling the world who you are.

A man walking into a boardroom in a $10,000 Zegna cashmere suit and a Rolex watch would convey to anyone he is a man of wealth, of power, to be respected.

Take that same man, hand him janitor's overalls and a mop, and the difference in how he would be viewed by the world is clear.

Doctors and deadbeats, police and protestors, religious leaders and rebels no matter who they are all dress in their assigned uniform - their language. Clothes dictate power, rank, and affiliation.

The uniform is the grand equalizer in that way.

Because once you know who you are, what your role is, you don't need to think about anything else: you can just play your part.

That is why the servant's uniform is such an allure. It upturns the idea that a man in a suit is a man in power, but instead, he is only there as a man in service. It is chosen for him. He has no choice in what we wears. He falls on a bent knee to another in control. He is of low rank: a cleaner, a waiter, a scrub, and an assistant. With just a bow tie around the neck, or white gloves on the hands, the clothes convey submission.

I asked him how this good boy felt as he put on each item of clothing:

The old-fashioned undershirt and tighty-whities would be embarrassing to be seen in a gym locker room.

I suppose it would be. For you boy, no boxers, thongs or jockstraps would be appropriate. You should only be seen in underwear fitting for a servant - a traditional boy. No Calvin Kleins, just Hanes or Fruit of the Loom. Even when allowed your allotted exercise, working out to look good for your Sir, there should always be reminders to others about who you are. Even if it's not a cage, your traditional and simple service clothes are enough. You wear them because you're a good boy - that's what those boys in the locker room will think.

The corset makes me move restricted and stay in perfect posture. As soon as I need to bend I am on my knees. There's no other way. Every move feels controlled.

Even if the corset is hidden by the shirt, tie and vest, it is plain to see how straight and tall you must stand. How your back is straight as you serve your Master's cocktail. When you attempt to bend, your bridle topples you to the floor. How every movement feels like a struggle against bondage.

The starched collar is like a leather dog collar to make me feel my subhuman status.

Each moment you walk you feel the closeness around your neck. Your tie is like a leash. You are a formal pup - trained to obey, trained to follow commands.

The vest brings the outfit away from a smart business guy into the servant look.

Not a businessman off making deals, are you? No you're at home doing chores, waiting on your boss, pleasing Sir in any way you can.

And the gloves to make sure anything stays clean when I touch it.

Good boy. Imagine if you had to set the Master's table, hand him drinks, and every time you had to worry if you smudged his silverware or glassware? White gloves are there for your benefit as a servant, as well as making you feel submissive, in order for you to do your job.

For those who wonder whether their lives would be better if they wore a uniform, just look at this boy.

Uniform brings discipline, control, and stability - he doesn't have to think about anything more than providing the best service to his Sir. All he has to do is wake up, put on the same uniform he wears every day to serve, and get on with his role. Follow the routine.

When you're ready to give up the paralysis of choice like this boy and wear the same uniform every day, the rewards are clear. You don't need to vocalise what you want to be any longer. You can stay silent and obedient because, after all, your clothes are telling the world what a good servant boy you are.

Any formally dressed boys who wish to be inspected please submit a photo or message me privately.

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[thehypnoservant]

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