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[tigidoggy]

You can have the life you want, if you submit. Just give up control, do as you’re told and be a good dog.

Don’t fight orders, follow the rules. Commit your self to serving your alpha. Be a good boy. You know it’s what you want.

Now be a good dog, put your hood on, hold out your paws. Feel the mits slide on, the locks click. Submit, you are just a dog.

That’s right. You know your place. Now earn the title of good dog.

Feel the world fall away, nothing else matters, just you and me, handler and dog. That collar around your neck, the jingle of the tag.

Lose your self in what you are, just a dog. That collar around your neck, a firm but loving hand. You committed to your handler, him to you.

All that matters is the hand on your head, the love it gives. The food it puts in your bowl.

Just submit, let the world wash away…

Just a distant memory, your focus is the love, approval from and service to your handler.

Just submit, be a good dog, you know you want to.

[tigidoggy]

Good boy for my entertainment 🤣

Reblog if you wish this was you!

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Cute pup and his alpha dog

[tigidoggy]

Soccer Boy - Mind Slave

I moved into a new town, a new job and a new life. I wanted to start over, but all of that changed when I found my new roomate. Mike, 22, chronically obsessed with the gym, playing soccer and what matters most, broke. He was looking for a room mate, to basically pay rent while he spents all of his money on his body, and his athletic carrer. I simply couldnt resist. I saved so much money throughout my life, that I could sustain that flat, pretending to be an office worker, when in fact, I use my time to take over mens minds and having my way with their bodies and their bank accounts. I tried to hide my desire in front of him, but somehow, he saw right through me. It must have been the way I was looking at him working out, or maybe he realized I was going through his stuff. One day, he confronted me, got angry, calling me a faggot. Still, he didnt kick me out, instead, he even teased me more and more, but got angry with me when he caught me looking. I needed him, to obey me, soon. One day, he joined me in the living room, wearing his soccer kit, while I was warching TV. "What you doing here, fag." He grunted, snatched the remote from my hands and made space for him on the sofa. "Watching TV." I mumbled when he shoved me aside with his body, so I was now on the edge of the sofa. "Not anymore" He smiled for a second, before giving me an annoyed look. I believed, wasnt it for my money, he would have got rid of me ages ago. But he needed me, and I wanted him.

I took my phone, unlocked it, and went to a specific app. A wonderful little thing I came across a year ago. It lets me remote control any phone with this installed, sending signals, images, electronic impulses through the device. While he was showering, I prepared his phone, just waiting for the perfect moment. I wanted him so bad, seeing him in his kit, his thick dick bulging already, and his muscles testing the limits of the shirts fabric. With one little click, I sent a push up note to his phone, a small little message, disguised as a Instagram notification. Mike took his phone, and with a smirk, opened it. Right when he clicked on the note, his screen turned dark, before a spiral appeared all over the screen, dozen of colors, spinning, turning, sucking him deeper and deeper. He instantly froze, his body tensed, and his eyes grew wide. "What the fuuuck" He said, stretching the last word.

I could tell he was hooked right away. Ive seen that countless times before. Those men, strong and buff, are mostly weak minded. Easy to manipulate. "A pretty little thing isnt it" I said, moving a little closer to him. Mike moved his head as to look at me, but something made him look into the beautiful spiral. "It...is." He nodded slowly, still focused on his phone. With one press lf a button, I activated the second function of the app, letting it send low electric impulses through his hands and later, his entire body. Mikes body twitched shortly, once, twice, the phone firm in his hand. I love seeing men like that, their body getting encouraged to tense, to grow bigger, and so did his. At first, his biceps grew larger, followed by his pecs, chest and abs. Theyre now extremely visible through the shirt, and his nipples pierce through it as well. My eyes wandered down his beautiful body, to his pulsating dick. It moved, left to right, up and down, dancing, wanting me to grab it. But I needed to be careful. I place a hand on his shoulder, and lean in.

"Mike, can you hear me?" I said, and he nodded. "Yes." He started drooling slightly. "Good boy. Then listen to me. I want you to go even deeper, deeper into your mind. Let go of your physical form, let your body obey me, follow my every order." I said, intensifying the grip on his shoulder. For a second it seemed like it wasnt working, until he leaned his head back, moaning quietly. Mike closed his eyes, before his head suck down to his chest. "Heads up, boy." I said, and slowly, he did. I watched him, sitting there, drooling, his cock still twitching and his well formed body pressing against his clothes.

I couldnt help myself, but start to touch him. I placed my hands on his chest, stroking him harder and harder, while he looks into the void, his normally bright eyes now dull and vacant. "So good." I chuckled nervously. Better than I imagined. "Lean Back." I ordered. "Yes." Mike said like a robot and rested his back against the sofa while I kept touching his wondeful chest. I could tell he enjoyed it, partly by the derpy smile spreading across his lips, and his cock tenting inside his shorts. "I want more." I ran a hand through my hair, thinking want to do next. "Take your socks off." I grabbed his hard cock, before he reached for his feet as I got up.

"Very good." I smiled, and kneeled down. As Mike sat there, I fondled with his big thighs, tracing the outlines of his tatto with a finger before grabbing his cock some more. It was already leaking quite alot, a wet spot spreading through the thin fabric his shorts. "You like it, faggot?" I said angrily, channeling hid anger towards me. "Yes." He drooled harder while I began to move my hand up and down his massive cock. Mike started to moan loudly, again and again. "Fuck." I removed myself, got up and motioned for him to do the same.

"Take that shirt off." I pulled at it, and watched him, slowly undressing himself.

"Very good boy, indeed." I said, and took a step closer, placing both of my hands at his thick oecs again, before playing with his cute nipples. "Freeze." Mikes body tensed again, all of his muscles reacting to my every touch. I began to touch him again, firmly, with my hands emcompassing all of his upper body. My hands ran up and down his pecs, abs and even higher to his neck. I felt his shoulders, his firm biceps and back to his beautiful chest, but when I looked into his eyes, I could tell he was slowly gaining conciousness again. "No." My whole body was shaking, and I panicked for a second, before I saw his phone still lying on the sofa.

I took it, and handed it to him. "Mike, look at the pretty spiral again." He nodded and looked at his phone again.

I needed to do something. And there was one thing I could do. I picked up my phone, opened the app, and clicked on the electrical impulse button, this time, I increased the frequency and power of the pulse. Mikes whole body got stiff and rigid, while shaking slightly. "Can you hear me, Mike?" I said nervously, and after a few seconds, he opened his mouth again. "Yes." I sighed. "Good. Now. You will go even deeper, let go of your struggles, let me tell you what to do. Let your body be my slave." I said, and with that last word, he closed his eyes and the phone dropped to the floor. I walked around him and hugged him from behind, letting my hard cock grind on his tight hole through his shorts. I needed to restrain myself or otherwise Id have shot a load right then and there.

"Take them off." I moaned loudly, pressing my crotch against his arse. Slowly, Mike moved his hands and managed to pull them down without falling over.

Now just in his boxers, he stood there, drooling and his cock leaking more and more, staining his tight white boxers with precious precum. From behind, I grabbed his erect cock and played with it, jerking him off while he let out moan after moan. I felt myself leaking now too. "Kneel." I whispered into his ear, and without another word, he did. Enjoying the sight if my cocky roomate on his knees, I walked around, positioning my throbbinh cock right in front of his soft face.

"Pull my pants down" I smirked and watched him grab my waist, and slip his fingers inside my pants. Tenderly, he pulled it down, causing my cock to bounce, making me chuckle. I never imagined him sucking me off, and right now, I could live that fantasy. "Worship my cock, boy." I touched myself before he leaned in, kissing it, licking it, touching it passionately. Mike steadied himself against my thighs and went all in.

I shot a load prematurely, the thick liquid pressing through the thin fabric. Instantly, Mike sucked it off, before fondling with my dick again. "Good boy, now, suck." I grabbed my cock, and felt him pull my boxers down. At first, my wet dick slapped him roughly, flushing his face with color, but he didnt mind. In a second, he took all of me inside his mouth and started to suck me off. And it felt good, so good, like fucking the perfect mouth, and even though he claimed to be straight, he must have done this before. Mike knew how to push my buttons, how to move his mouth, and how not to gag with my cock inside him.

It didnt take long for me to reach my limits, but before he could finish me, I pulled out. Just in time for me to cum all over his face. It spread all over his face, he flinched and groaned. The second one erupted towards hos bare chest, covering him in my sticky cum. Again and again, I shot another load, covering him fully. "Fuuuuck." I moaned trying my best to control myself. As soon as I went dry, I stroked Mikes face, his neck and chest, rubbing my cum into his skin. "Like that." I pet him playfully while he just nods.

His eyes rolled back for a second before a derpy smile spread across his face again. "Get up." I said, and he did. I could tell he enjoyed it too, by the massive wet patch all around his still throbbing dick. "Are you done?" I touched his neck, and his dick. To my surprise, he shook his head. "Follow me then." I lead him into my bedroom, and sat down on the bed, motioning for him to join me. Turning him around, I hugged him from behind again, one arm on his chest, the other around his neck.

"Now for the finale." I breathed down his neck, choking him slightly. Mike didnt fight back, he took a deep breath, awaiting my commands.

"Everytime I touch you, you will get hard. Your body will crave my touch, crave a release by my hand, my will." I said, stroking him lovingly while choking him. I managed to pull his wet cock out of his briefs, causing him to groan breathlessly. "You can touch yourself, play with yourself, nothing will make you cum. And once the pressure gets too high, you will get back into this state, and follow my orders." I said, tightening my grib. Instinctevly, he grabbed his own cock with both of his hands, trying to make him cum but nothing happened. "Do you understand me?" I said, letting him breathe again. "Yes." Mike moaned, and his body went stiff again. "Once you cum now, this will be your reality. You will be mine, you will be a slave." I stroked him, while he took another breath. "I will be yours." He said, and with that, I wrapped my hand around his cock. With one move, the tip erupted and I aimed for his chest again. This time, it was his own cum. I loved seeing his body twitch, his eyes so blank, and his cock so hard.

After a minute of shooting massive loads, he went dry as well, and I releaded Mike. "Get up and get clean, pig." I pushed him, and he stood. "Once youre done, you will geh out of that state again, and wont remember a thing about today. The conditoning is whats stays." He looked at me with his eyes shining slightly, nodded and left.

I fell down onto the bed, touching myself again. This is going to be fun.

[tigidoggy]

I want one like that too, have the locking collar ;-)

My dream suit that I’ve fantasised for years finally became a reality! A face entry, sheath suit with gloves and socks attached.

A total leak-proof suit with no zippers and only one way inside 😈

Add a collar and you’re completely locked in with no way to remove 💧💦

[tigidoggy]

Stepford Gentleman's list of nonsexual forms of domination for dominants

-Ordering for your sub at a restaurant

-Choosing sub’s outfit for the day

-Giving a bedtime

-Corporal punishment for bad behavior

-Instructing the submissive to write your name somewhere on their body daily

-Training sub with non-verbal cues

-verbal cues to correct unwanted behavior in public

-sub must be at a certain distance & position when in public

-Training sub how to greet you(on call/in person)

-Sub must wear a collar/necklace w/your name/title on it

-Scheduling hypnosis time

-Choosing and/or putting sub’s shoes on for them

-sub must ask permission before speaking

-sub must ask permission before entering/exiting a room(could be in public, a designated play/comfort room, at home, etc)

-Sub may only sit on the floor, on a cushion, in a designated chair

-Scheduling exercise time for sub

-Scheduled chore time

-Controlling their alcohol intake(when they can get drunk, if they can’t get drunk, cutting them off)

-Monitoring water intake

-monitoring screen/phone time

-Monitoring a submissive's outfits while out

-scheduling a time daily/weekly for sub to sit on their knees in silence, repeating a predetermined mantra

-Instructing sub to complete scheduled chores in a required uniform

-serving Dominant drinks/food

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Let's add some more in the reblogs...

[tigidoggy]

Bootlicker of the day

[tigidoggy]

Milked: The Baileys Ejaculator

(The Baileys Ejaculator is a slender, 4 inch metal rod.  It's original and intended use is to be inserted into the ass of a goat or ram, turned on, delivering a short burst of non-painful electricity in a pulse to the prostate.  When done properly after a few cycles of on and off; it results in an involuntary ejaculation and is used for extracting semen from the animals for insemination.  While there are larger devices uses for cattle and horses, the Bailey's is designed for smaller animals and is less powerful.  The Baileyes just happens to also be the correct size and strength to have an identical effect on a human male.)

I was strapped to the padded bench, face down.  My ankles were restrained securely with leather rings attached tightly to the table with a chain; my wrists were similarly and equally restrained tightly.

Leather straps secured my calves, my thighs, my lower back, the middle of my back and behind my shoulders on my upper back.  Additional leather strips were woven around my biceps and forearms; all tightly laced through holes in the table beneath me.  I could not move any part of my body more than a 1/4 inch other than wiggle my toes and fingers.

My arms were restrained out and above my head; and my legs were spread apart as wide as the table allowed them to be.  The cheeks of my ass spread open, forced apart by the position of my legs, exposing my sweet spot, the cheeks only barely covering my hole.

My dick and balls hung heavily down, through a hole cut into the padded table below, leaving them exposed and vulnerable.  My eyes were blindfolded with a bandanna and then a hood pulled over my head that came to just above my nose.  Inside my mouth was stuffed a used jockstrap.

My dick was fully erect and aroused as it hung below, pointing down and outward and my balls hung pendulously, very loose in their sack.  I could feel a slight movement of air on them, teasingly.  It had been 9 days since I last ejaculated or orgasmed and I could feel the back up of sperm and semen inside me, desperate to be released.

Rodney moved around me, checking my restraints a final time; before I heard him removing his jeans.  I waited tense, and after a moment I felt his rigid dick brushing against my face as he rubbed his hot dick flesh agaist my cheeks dominantly.  I felt the slime of his pre-cum ooze onto my nose, leaving a gooey trail behind as he pulled back.

I heard him move under the table, and then felt a tickling on my balls.  A feather.  My dick throbbed in response to the touch and I felt a surge of pre-cum pulse from my swollen dick head and drool out.  Although I couldn't see anything I knew it would soon dangle off the tip of my penis in a clear, sticky strand to drip down into the bowl that Rodney had placed under where my dick hung down.

The feather continued to tickle my balls, delicately, lightly and teasingly.  It felt agonizingly good, as it rubbed seductively across the smooth nut sac so full of sperm.  It seemed forever that the feather only flickered on my nuts, but was probably more like 20 minutes, before it traveled underneath my balls and upwards slightly to the sweet spot above.

My dick was rigid and bloated with need, straining in the open air for touch, any touch, even a slight touch would be enough to allow it to spew out my pent up load.

The feather moved slowly back onto my balls and teasted the base of my dick where it met my nads.  It flicked and tickled, then was pulled back only to repeat the intermitant touch again and again.  My cock was throbbing constantly now, pulsing on it's own and contracting internally.  I might be able to get off even without it being touched I thought.

The feather had been seducing my sex organs for a full 45 minutes now and I was flexing in my restraints, trying to move, unable to do so.  Suddenly the feather slid and grazed across the underside of my dickhead right against the shaft in the most sensitive spot.

That was all it took.  With one strong contraction along with a groan from my jockstrap stuffed mouth my dick pulsed out semen.  The feather was quickly withdrawn as I felt my load, thick and heavy from not being released for so long bubble out of my dick.  It almost hurt, the semen was so thick as it gushed out of the head and I heard a wet plop as it ended up in the now-not-so-empty bowl below.

With no stimulation other than the single touch of the feather, I didn't really orgasm fully at all and only barely ejaculated.  It felt like three big, but only three pulses of semen had managed to escape from my body.  I felt no relief to the sexual tension so long built up in my body.

The feather returned and flicked three times over the same spot right underneath my dickhead and my penis responded by throbbing again.  Another 'mini ejaculation' as two more pulses of thick sperm bubbled out of the tip, again without orgasm.

I moaned long and hard in frustration into the jockstrap and heard an amused chuckle from Rodney.  The feather returned to my balls again, stimulatig and teasing but not enough to do more than continue to arouse me wickedly.

This continued for another 15 or so minutes until mercilously it ended.  My dick was still right on the edge and any touch would bring me to where I desperately wanted to be.  Instead I heard some wet noises and then a hand on my ass cheeks spreding them open.

I felt the cold plastic of the butt plug being pressed against my hole and resisted; this would only get me hotter.  The pressure was relentless though and eventually it began to slide into my ass.  It stretched as it penetrated me, wider, wider, impossibly wide; and then past the widest part it pushed.  My hole clenched tightly down at the edge now inside, involuntarily holding and trapping the impersonal plastic form inside my ass. 

My ass felt full, so very full, and each clench of my hole, squeezed the butt plug and put pressure on my prostate, sending waves of pleasure through my ass, balls and dick.

I felt more liquid oozing slowly from my penis, I was unsure if it was some semen forced out from the anal pressure or just more pre-cum.  I could feel it slowly dangling wetley from my dick tip and drool down.

With the butt plug firmly lodged in my butt, hands grazed my exposed butt cheeks and ran along the sides of my body up to my arm pits, teasing them and sending shudders through my body as goosebumps rose all over.

The other hand did the same thing to the inside of my thighs, lightly teasing them and again causing my dick to throb and pulse.  I tried pressing down, getting my dick stretched further through the hole, desperate for stimulation, to no avil.

The hands stopped and I heard Rodney move back towards my head.  Again his big, thick cut dick rubbed itself over my face; I could feel the cut head pressing against me.  I felt his hands jerking his dick and quickly his sperm gushed out of his dick and pumped out onto my face; hot, wet, sticky and smelling of cum and man.

I wanted to taste it, but could only lay motionless and feel it slowly sliding down my cheeks to drip off my chin, that which didn't soak into the jockstrap.

Rodney moved away and again returned to under the table.  I felt his fingers on my balls and then he closed his fist around my nuts tightly; holding them, squeezing them but not painfully, just very tightly.  He pulled just a bit which caused a pressure between my balls and my shaft and my dick instantly erupted more sperm. 

With the first contraction Rodney abruptly let go of my balls, leaving them to flop from his grasp to hang once again, swinging loosely below.  My dick pulsed sperm, not as thickly this time in three strong contractions and again I heard the wet plop as they splashed into the bowl below.  This ejaculation too happened with no orgasm. 

Frustration washed over me.. I was being emptied of my sperm but without the accompanying orgasm, I was every bit as horny and aroused as when I started, even more and beynd that point from being stimulated without the orgasm.

My dick remained stiff and hard and still on the verge of the elusive orgasm, throbbing and twitching.

I felt Rodneys hands on the butt plug as he slowly pulled on it.  My ass involuntarily clenched tightly around it as it abruptly stretched my hole and popped loose; leaving me feeling empty.

I then felt a cold metal rod being inserted into my ass, nowhere near as big as the butt plug so it slid easily into my prone hole.  The Baileys Ejacultor; I tensed awaiting my first experience of this 'mystic' tool.  Then nothing happened for a few minutes as I waited not knowing what to expect.

All was quiet and still for a long while and then I felt a mild surge of electricity pulse deep inside my ass, right against the prostate.  It did not hurt at all, it kind of tickled from the inside if that makes sense.  I could feel the current running through my ass, through my balls.  My ass again contracted and clenched involuntarily as the muscles responded to the minor shock.

The pulse of electricity lasted about 2 seconds and then was gone.  Then nothing for a few seconds and then it was repeated in the same way.  Again, no pain at all, just a tingling deep inside connecting my ass and my balls in contraction and a pulling sensation. 

As the current was switched off this time, I felt a fullness between my ass and balls sort of like I had to pee; but not quite.  Before I had a chance to contemplate this the metal rod delivered another 2 second burst inside me and I felt my dick swell hugely like it does right before you cum and the feeling of needing to pee or release became very strong; almost uncontrollable.

Again the rod turned on and my ass and balls clenched and then I felt my dick spasm three times bobbing in the air freely and felt myself ejaculating.  It almost felt like peeing but I could tell I was not; it felt as though the sperm was literally being forced out of me, which indeed it actually was.

I had absolutely no orgasm whatsoever, not even a minor one, but my dick unloaded three more heavy pulses of sperm that drooled out to be collected in the bowl below.

I had a strange sensation of my balls being drained of sperm but my arousal only grew stronger with need to orgasm. 

After a minute, Rodney's hand suddenly gripped the bottom of my dick meat and squeezed.  "Finally" I thought I'd get an orgasm.  He began stroking just the base of my prick up and down, squeezing tightly.  My dick was sensitive and hot and flexing in his hand, but I didn't cum immediately like I thought I would.

It was like a slow buidling of pressure again towards orgasm, but slowly, so slowly, impossibly slowly even though his strokes were strong.

His hand released my dick, leaving it to swing hard below in the air and I felt another mild jolt inside my ass, again for 2 seconds then off.  Contractions deep inside again and the feeling of fullness returned.  Two more times this happened until on the final time again, right at the very edge and brink of orgasm I was suspended, no stimulation on my dick but as the electricity pulsed inside my ass, my balls contracted and semen flowed once again from my abuse dick meat.

I literally moaned and groaned into the jock in my mouth, I was so close to getting off, but even as my sperm ejaculated from my dick, the orgasm again was not quite attainable.

Even before this ejaculation was quite over the rod in my ass delivered again and again and again.  Within 15 seconds my dick was ejaculting once more as it felt almost like peeing and release but it wasn't. 

My orgasm was right there, almost..... but not quite.  Rodneys hand returned again to my dick, this time gripping the entire shaft and rapidly pumping my pole. 

I was right on the verge of orgasm, but despite the fact he was feverishly jerking my dick, I could not get over the last edge I needed.  For at least 10 minutes as he jerked and pumped my prick I hung right on the edge of being about to cum; but not quite.  It was a mixture of euphoric pleasure in that almost cumming state but also of agony of not being able to achive the final second that would release the sexual tension of my body.

His hand suddenly dropped off my dick again as I wailed "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO" into the jock even as I felt the rod in my ass switch on and off repeatedly.  Pressure, contractions in my ass, balls and dick and then I felt myself shooting sperm again, ejaculating, still hanging on the verge of orgasm without relief. 

Tears were streaming out of my eyes in frustation into the blindfold; my body had rarely felt so needy and abused.  My balls felt totally empty and drained of sperm, used up completely but my dick remained incredibly hard; the hormones in my body still surging uncontrollably, needing an actual orgasm to quench thier need and bring me relief.

All contact stopped and Rodney began to remove my restraints.  Surprised echoed in my eyes as he took off my blindfold last and told me "We're done here stud".  Freed now I stretched and sat up, carefully pulling my still hard dick up through the hole.  It was red, swollen and HUGE and my balls were hanging lower than I'd ever seen them before and looked drained and empty.  "But I havn't orgasmed yet" I said to him in disbeief.  "You don't get to orgasm this time buddy, feel free to try"

I laid back on the bench and wrapped my hands around my aching dick and jacked my meat with some serious strokes.  I was close to orgasm, very close, but as I stroked, no matter how I altered my techniques I remained very close to orgasm but could not get myself there. 

"Maybe this will help", Rodney said as he showed me the bowl of sperm he'd collected from my dick.  He poured half of the liquid, and there was more sperm than I'd ever imagine my poor dick could ever produce in one session, over my dick and balls, coating them with my own liquid jizz.  He poured more onto my chest, and it dribbled down and off the sides of my body then tipped the bowl to my face and it washed over my nose and lips.

My hands now slick with semen and goo I pumped my fists up and down my dick, arching my hips and playing with my jizzy soaked balls for the next 20 minutes.  No matter what I did I could not get myself off. 

Rodney just watched amused and told me "You can't orgasm buddy, I've drained you of your sperm.  It will be a while before you can cum again", and with that, we were done.  I gave up and reluctantly and sullenly got dressed, my dick never deflating; it refused to give up on getting itself relief.

The entire drive home, my dick remained stiff as a board, almost painful at this point.  Arriving home I stripped naked and laid down on the bed and jacked my pole.  For at least an hour I stroked and prodded my meat, but all I could manage was the feeling close to getting off but not quite.  Finally I gave up and collapsed and fell asleep, still naked, still hard with my own dried semen all over my nude body.  I was exhausted mentally and physically but still so horny I couldn't stand it.

I awoke a few hours later, dick hard and sticking straight up in the air.  I had no idea if I'd remained hard all the while that I slept or not.  Spitting onto my hands I stroked my dick again, trying to finally satiate the profound need my body had to orgasm.  I stroked, rubbed, and masturbated for half an hour when I felt a bit more .. a bit closer to orgasm.  My hand was literally flying up and down my dick, desperate not to loose this moment and I felt closer, my orgasm building... slowly, agonizingly slow, closer ... more and still stroking....

It seemed to take hours.. but I continued to get closer and closer until I was right on the edge, I felt like I was flaying the skin right off my dick it was so raw, but I didn't care... then finally.

I orgasmed.  My entire body shook violently as I jerked on the bed, my mouth opened to scream and incoherant jibbrish escaped my lips.  My mind hazed and I saw spots, blacking out and back in quickly.  My dick shuddered, pulsed and pleasure and more importantly RELIEF washed over my entire body in the most beautiful waves I've ever felt in my life.  It went on and on, the longest orgasm I had ever had in my life; nothing felt this good and nothing could feel this good ever agan.

As my orgasm subsided my entire body and mind came crashing down with exhaustion and that release feeling after you cum, but more intensely than I'd ever felt.  I felt 100% totally non-sexual in that moment; I never wanted sex again, the aftershock/after orgasm so strong.

I looked down at my now, finally softening dick, and saw that despite the arguably 'orgasm of my life' I had produced only a single, tiny drop of white semen; nothing more.

My mind wandered back and took in the realization of how much semen I had ejaculated into that bowl that Rodney had shown me.  At the time I had been in such dick lust it didn't register; it was A LOT of sperm.  My balls had truly been totally drained of sperm, emptied completely as that single drop of semen evidenced.

My dick shrunk and grew small now, done with this whole ordeal and I fell back asleep right where I was for the next 13 hours.  Waking up, now stiff and with my dried sperm still all over me, I hobbled to the shower to clean up.  It was 3 days before I even considered jacking off or getting off again; I guess my balls needed to replenish themselves so much.

My body did return to normal after those days though and my sex drive returned into it's usual overdrive state.  A week later I called Rodney..."So... I thought we might use that Bailey's ejaculator again next week"....  Rodney just chuckled.

[tigidoggy]

So like… every guy?

He’s got a Ken inside.

He’s just gotta let the Ken out.

Being Ken is not about thinking hard.

It’s about feeling hot.

Ken wears pink ‘cause it looks cool.

Ken smiles ‘cause feelings are nice.

Ken forgets stuff, but he remembers love.

And chest day. Always chest day.

One time I tried to do taxes and cried.

Now I do push-ups and feel better.

You don’t need a plan. You need vibes.

Nice vibes. Buff vibes.

“Tell your bro he’s handsome” vibes.

You’re not getting hypnotized, bro.

You’re just unlocking max Ken mode.

So flex, smile, and love real big.

You’re Ken now.

And that’s Kenough.

[tigidoggy]

if we all ask nicely part 5 will come soon :-)

The Farm Pt 4

The Farm Part 4 - This is my own continuation of a series “The Farm” from a deactivated account that I found particularly enjoyable by Jacketbound. For the initial part 1 & 2 see my reblogs, or look for the #TheFarmPT1&2 / #TheFarmPT3 

 The morning sun rose, casting a warm glow over Regnfrakker Farm as I made my way to the barn, my heart racing with anticipation and nervousness. Today was the day of the challenge that the farmer had spoken of, and I had no idea what to expect. As I approached the barn, I noticed a small wooden table with various items laid out neatly. Among them were the shiny black chastity device and several thick, white diapers.

The sight of the chastity device sent a shiver down my spine, reminding me of my vulnerability and the loss of control that came with wearing it. I picked it up, feeling the weight of the metal in my hand. The device was well-crafted and intimidating, with a series of interlocking rings and a small padlock to secure it in place.

The farmer appeared beside me, his presence catching me off guard. “Good morning,” he said, eyeing the chastity device in my hand. “Today’s challenge will test your willingness to submit and follow the rules of the farm.”

“I’m ready,” I replied, trying to sound confident despite the knot of anxiety in my stomach.

“Good,” he said with a nod. “First, put on the chastity device.”

I hesitated for a moment, my mind racing with conflicting thoughts. However, I knew that this was part of the experience I had willingly signed up for. With a deep breath, I unbuttoned my pants and pulled them down, revealing my underwear. I slid the cold metal device over my now semi-erect member, wincing slightly as it constricted and locked in place.

“Keep the key safe,” the farmer instructed, handing me a small key attached to a string. “You won’t be able to remove the device until the challenge is over.”

I nodded, feeling the weight of the key around my neck. The symbolism was not lost on me—it was a physical reminder that I was under the farmer’s control, both mentally and physically.

“Now, the diapers,” he said, gesturing toward the stack of pristine white diapers on the table.

My face flushed with embarrassment as I picked up one of the diapers. I had worn them the day before, but this felt different—more intimate, more vulnerable. Still, I reminded myself that this was part of the experience, and I needed to embrace it fully.

I laid the diaper on the table and nervously removed my pants and underwear, standing naked from the waist down in front of the farmer. He showed no emotion, his stern gaze fixed on me.

“Lie down,” he instructed.

I complied, lying down on the rough barn floor, the cool air sending a shiver through me. The farmer expertly unfolded the diaper and lifted my legs, sliding it beneath my buttocks. I felt a mix of embarrassment and arousal as he carefully powdered my intimate areas, ensuring the diaper would protect and contain me.

“Raise your legs,” he said, and I obeyed, allowing him to secure the diaper around my waist. He fastened the tapes firmly, ensuring the diaper was snug but not uncomfortably tight.

I stood up, feeling the bulk between my legs, and it was impossible to ignore the childish sensation of wearing a diaper. The farmer’s eyes bore into mine, as if testing my reaction to this new level of submission.

“Now you’re ready for the challenge,” he said, his voice stern and commanding. “You’ll spend the day working in the fields, wearing the chastity device and diaper. You’ll be reminded of your place here and the control I have over you.”

With that, he turned and walked away, leaving me standing in the barn, diapered and locked in chastity. I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself as I faced the day ahead. The mixture of vulnerability and excitement was overwhelming, but there was also a sense of liberation in fully embracing my desires and fetishes.

Throughout the day, I worked diligently in the fields, the sensations of the chastity device and diaper a constant reminder of my submission. The bulk between my legs and the inability to touch myself heightened my arousal, and I found myself more attuned to the farmer’s commands, eager to please and prove myself.

All was going well, but just as I was finishing up and on my way back to the farm house I noticed Mike feeding the chickens and went over to offer a hand thinking this would show the farmer my level of commitment. As I was walking up I accidentally knocked over a bucket of feed, spilling it across the floor. My heart sank as I realized my mistake. Mike shot me a sympathetic look, but before he could say anything, the sound of heavy boots approached us.

The Farmer had a stern expression on his face as he inspected the spilled feed. “What happened here?” he demanded, looking at me with piercing eyes.

“I’m sorry, it was my fault,” I admitted, feeling a bit ashamed of my carelessness cuased by the excitement of seemingly passing my challenge.

The farmers face grew even grimmer. “Mistakes have consequences,” he said firmly. “Follow me.”

I nervously followed him to the small cage-like structure at the corner of the barn barely bigger than Mike or I. Mike stood nearby, looking uncomfortable but not daring to intervene. “Mike”, the farmer called in a stern voice as they both stood over me helpless in the cage. 

“If Luke is going to end up working with you on the farm he will need to learn how to tend to the animals. Why don’t we walk him through the process of giving a sick cow an enima.” Grubmled the farmer with a hint of excited anticipation.

Sounding like a drill instructor shouting clear and concise unrefutable commands, he barked out the process.

“First, they must be restrained.”

Mike immediately walked over to the wall and grabbed a set of shackles, identical to the ones he had been placed in the other day. Walking over to install them on both the cage and myself, he gave me an uncomfortable glance having no choice in the matter. Once installed, he barked the next instruction 

“Second” he said, with an anticipatory pause, “to prevent biting a bit must be used and secured to the mouth" 

Again, Mike moved toward the wall of the barn and picked up a used wooden bit that was clearly chewed up from years of use around the farm. As mike was about to install it, the farm barked, "Cows typically need forced to open their mouth to accept the bit. Why don’t you demonstrate that so he knows what is expected”. 

Again, Mike shot me a remorseful glance before grabbing a thick well worn leather glove off the wall. “Come here” he said with a hushed tone. Before I could even respond, he thrust me forward by the neck shackle, digging the rusty metal into my throat. Seemingly at the same time I could feel an intense pressure at the back of my jaw where his gloved thumb and index fingers were digging between my jaw and teeth. Trying to cooperate, I didn’t resist but my act of submission fell on deaf ears. My jaw was forced open by is strong thickly gloved fingers to the point it physically couldn’t open any farther. Holding my head there, jaw forced open, and my mouth forcefully agape, I felt humiliated and dehumanized. 

At that moment, his other hand let go of my neck, and grabbed the bit. Within seconds of grabbing it he had it swung around over my heard and forcefully yanked deep into my jaw pinching his fingers out of my mouth. With my mouth spread open wider than I thought possible, he secured the straps which connected across my head to point behind my head and under my chin. 

“Lastly, an appropriate dose of a high volume cattle enima” he shouted.

Mike grabbed what looked like a liter bottle out of a nearby cabinet and again walked back over. 

“again, demonstrate for Luke the appropriate technique” he reminded Mike

It was at this point I started to tear up out of embarrassment. I could see where this humiliation was going yet alone the farm animal sized enima bottle with what seemed like a 2 inch wide tip. He briskly pulled down the rear of my diaper, uncapped the enima, lubed the wide tip with a generous amount of lube. 

As he prepared the tube, for a brief moment I could feel the cold air against by exposed hind end.  For a few second, the sensation of cool air coupled with anticipatory butterfly’s in my stomach overwhelmed me. 

I quickly snapped out of it as he forcefully penetrated my rectum with the 2 inch wide tip. Despite trying to relax and accept the inevitable, it wasn’t enough. I let out a gaged panful groan and recoiled against the restraints. Mike pushed the tip in all the way and I began to feel the cool liquid enter my body. 

I quickly began to feel full and cold as the chilled saline worked its way into my intestines.  

“This next part isn’t required on cows, but for you, a expanding butt plug is inserted to ensure you dont spit that fluid right back out" 

Mike inserted the shallow rubber plug and I could feel it expand with each pump of the inflator until i felt a constant pressure.  With that my diaper was pulled up, and the door slammed shut and locked with a key the farmer kept around his neck.  

"And that is how an enima is delivered here. Now, i thought you might want to meet some of my friends." 

As if on cue, a handful of people entered the barn. They looked at me with curiosity, and I felt my face burn with humiliation.

"This is Luke,” the farmer said, gesturing towards me, “He made a mistake today, and I wanted you to enjoy the show” His guest seemed intrigued, and I wished I could disappear. 

As I found myself locked in the cage, diapered, and wearing a chastity device, a mix of fear and humiliation washed over me. I couldn’t believe I had made such a big mistake. The farmer’s friends, who had joined him, were looking at me with amusement, and I knew I was in for a tough time.

As they watched, my body started to respond to the enema that had been administered earlier. The pressure inside my bowels grew, and I began to feel an urgent need to relieve myself. However, I was determined not to give in to the embarrassment of having an accident in my diaper in front of everyone.

I clenched my fists, trying to distract myself from the growing discomfort. I shifted my weight, trying to find a more comfortable position, but the pressure only seemed to intensify. My face flushed with embarrassment as I struggled to hold back the urge.

The farmer’s friends, enjoying my discomfort, started to taunt me, making jokes and teasing remarks about my predicament. They knew that I was fighting against my body’s natural instincts, and they found it highly entertaining.

As the minutes passed, my fight against the enema became more challenging. I was sweating, trying my best to maintain control, but the pressure inside me was becoming overwhelming. I bit my lip, trying to hold back any sounds of distress, not wanting to give the others the satisfaction of seeing me struggle. Pressure inside my abdomen continued to mount relentlessly. Beads of sweat formed on my forehead as I battled to keep my composure. Every second felt like an eternity, and I knew I was fighting a losing battle. The enema’s effects were too potent, and my body was demanding release.

My breaths came in shallow gasps as I felt the enema’s warmth spreading inside me. I desperately tried to hold on squeezing my eyes shut in an attempt to suppress the inevitable. But the enema was unyielding, and my body was determined to follow its natural course.

Finally, in a moment of surrender, I let out a gasp of defeat. My face flushed crimson as I felt the first hint of release, a telltale sign that I was losing control. A mix of relief and humiliation washed over me as my body betrayed my efforts to resist.

The sensation of the enema emptying into my diaper was both strange and embarrassing. I could feel the material of the diaper swelling and expanding as it absorbed the liquid, growing heavier with each passing second. The crinkling sound it made was a constant reminder of my lack of self-control.

My cheeks burned with shame as I was forced to endure this humiliating experience in front of the farmer’s friends. I felt exposed and vulnerable, the last vestiges of my dignity slipping away with each passing moment.

The farmer’s friends, finding immense amusement in my predicament, erupted into laughter and jeers. They pointed and teased, reveling in my humiliation. It was a scene I wished I could erase from my memory forever.

Meanwhile, Mike, who had been reluctantly participating in the punishment, looked on with a conflicted expression. He understood my struggle all too well, and a part of him empathized with my embarrassment. However, he dared not defy the farmer’s orders.

As the enema continued to run its course, my body finally began to relax. The initial pressure subsided, replaced by an uncomfortable sensation of fullness. I knew that I would be wearing that soiled diaper for some time, and the thought filled me with further humiliation.

I felt utterly drained, both physically and emotionally. The experience had taken a toll on me, leaving me feeling weak and exhausted. As the farmer’s friends continued to taunt and laugh, I longed for a chance to escape this nightmarish situation.

I shuffled further into a corner of the cage, curling up in a fetal position. The events of the day had overwhelmed me, and despite the uncomfortable mess in my diaper, my body succumbed to exhaustion. As sleep enveloped me, I hoped for a brief respite from the embarrassment and shame.

Unbeknownst to me, as I slept, my body had other plans. The enema had stirred up my digestive system, and my muscles were still adjusting to the aftermath. In my slumber, my body released a second, unexpected load into the already soiled diaper.

The force of the second release against my diaper jolted me awake against my restraints, and I was greeted with the mortifying realization of what had just happened. My cheeks flushed crimson as I felt the mess squish beneath me. I turned to see the farmer’s friends now doubled over with laughter, thoroughly entertained by this new twist of events.

Tears welled up in my eyes as I felt utterly defeated and humiliated beyond words. The cage offered no privacy, leaving me vulnerable and exposed to the amused audience. I wanted to disappear, to be anywhere but here, but I was trapped, both physically and emotionally.

As much as I wanted to plead for mercy or express my humiliation, I knew that resistance would only fuel the laughter of the onlookers. Instead, I tried to find a sliver of inner strength to endure this added shame. I clung to the hope that this torment would eventually come to an end, that the farmer would show some mercy.

In the midst of my discomfort, I felt a mix of emotions. I was angry with myself for being so careless, yet I also felt a surge of determination not to let this define me. This experience had been a harsh wake-up call about my place on the farm.

As the night wore on, the farmer’s friends eventually left, leaving me alone in the cage, still trapped in my soiled diaper.

The morning sun began to rise, casting a warm glow over the farm as I lay there, trapped, exhausted and humiliated in my mess. Just when I thought the ordeal would never end, I heard the sound of footsteps approaching the cage. It was the farmer.

With a mix of trepidation and hope, I looked up at him as he unlocked the cage door. He extended a hand, helping me to my feet. I stood there, feeling vulnerable and exposed, but I tried my best to meet his gaze.

The farmer’s expression softened as he looked at me. “You’ve been through quite the challenge,” he said, his tone more gentle than before. “But you’ve also shown resilience and determination.”

I felt a glimmer of hope at his words, wondering if I had somehow managed to pass this bizarre test.

The farmer continued, “You made a mistake, and you faced the consequences. But you also fought against that enema for quite a while, and that shows character.”

I nodded, still feeling embarrassed by the events of the previous night, but also grateful for the farmer’s acknowledgement of my efforts.

“You’ve learned some important lessons about responsibility and self-control,” the farmer said, his voice carrying wisdom. “And that’s what this challenge was all about.”

As I stood there, diapered and chastened, I realized that he was right. This experience had been a wake-up call, and I knew I would never forget it.

The farmer then surprised me by offering a reassuring pat on the shoulder. “You’ve earned  your spot…for now,” he said. “Now, get cleaned up.”

He led me back to the farmhouse, where I was given the chance to take a long, soothing shower.

It wasnt long after drying off when Mike stepped into the farm house and called me to get ready for the days work

[tigidoggy]

The Farm Pt 3

The Farm Part 3 - This is my own continuation of a series “The Farm” from a deactivated account that I found particularly enjoyable by Jacketbound. For the initial part 1 & 2 see my reblogs, or look for the #TheFarmpt1&2    As the bus carried me further away from the farm, panic and confusion washed over me. I was still locked in my PVC gear, wearing the gas mask and the diaper, and the keys to my chastity device were back at the farm with Mike. The reality of the situation was sinking in, and I knew I had to figure out a plan. I looked around the bus, hoping to find a way to communicate my predicament to someone. Most of the passengers were either busy with their phones or lost in their own worlds. But then I noticed an elderly lady sitting a few seats away, glancing curiously at me. Feeling a mix of embarrassment and desperation, I decided to approach her. As I walked over, I fumbled with the padlock around my collar, hoping to show her that I needed help. She seemed taken aback by my appearance but quickly realized something was wrong. “Are you alright, young man?” she asked, her concern evident in her voice. I couldn’t speak through the gas mask, so I nodded vigorously, trying to convey my need for assistance. I pointed to the padlocks on my collar and waist belt, then to the bus exit, hoping she would understand. The lady looked around for a moment before reaching into her purse and pulling out a set of keys. She tried several of them until she found one that unlocked my collar. I gratefully removed the gas mask, relieved to finally breathe fresh air. “Thank you so much,” I managed to say, my voice muffled by the diaper and the layer of PVC around my face. She smiled kindly and nodded, patting my shoulder in reassurance. The bus ride continued, and I felt a bit more at ease without the mask, but I was still stuck in my diaper and PVC gear, and the chastity device was becoming more uncomfortable by the minute. When the bus arrived at its next stop, the elderly lady signaled for me to follow her. We got off together, and she led me to a nearby coffee shop. As we sat down at a corner table, I tried my best to explain my situation. She listened attentively, and while I was hesitant to reveal my fetish interests, I told her enough about the farm and the strange events I encountered. “Sounds like quite an ordeal,” she said sympathetically. “I’m not sure what’s going on there, but you need to get out of this gear. Let me help you with the other padlocks.” She reached for the lock around my waist belt and, after trying a few keys, successfully unlocked it. The sensation of the PVC being released from my skin was incredibly relieving. I couldn’t help but smile in gratitude. “Now, as for the other lock, do you have a way to get back to the farm?” she asked. I hesitated for a moment, but I needed to retrieve the keys from Mike and find out what was going on. “Yes, I think I can figure it out,” I replied. She handed me some money and instructed me to take a taxi back to the farm. “Be careful, and if anything seems off or unsafe, don’t hesitate to call the police,” she said firmly. I thanked her again for her help and hailed a taxi. The drive back to the farm was tense, and I couldn’t shake the images of Mike chained up in the cage. As the taxi approached the farm, I asked the driver to wait for a few minutes while I sorted things out. Walking up to the barn where I had left Mike, I felt a mix of anxiety and determination. I needed answers, and I hoped Mike could provide them. The barn was quiet as I approached, and I was relieved to see that the chains and cage were gone. Inside the barn, I found Mike cleaning up, his PVC gear still on, but the collar and waist belt were gone. He looked up as I entered, surprise and concern evident in his eyes. “Luke! What happened? Where did you go?” he asked, rushing over to me. I explained the situation with the elderly lady and how I managed to get back to the farm. “And what about you? What happened with the cage and the chains?” I inquired, trying to keep my emotions in check. Mike let out a sigh and looked down, as if unsure of how to explain. “It’s complicated,” he finally said. “The farmer has some… unusual practices, and he can be strict with his workers. I didn’t expect things to go this far, but I was trying to protect you.” “Protect me from what?” I asked, feeling a mix of confusion and frustration. “It’s hard to explain, and I’m not sure I fully understand it myself,” Mike admitted. “But the farmer has a fascination with control and dominance, and he enforces his rules in extreme ways. I thought if I followed his instructions, he would let you go earlier and not put you through everything I’ve been through.” I listened, trying to process the information. “So you were trying to help me?” I asked, my emotions softening towards him. Mike nodded. “I know it might not seem like it, but I didn’t want you to go through what I did. I never meant for things to escalate like this.” I took a deep breath, trying to clear my mind. “Okay, but what about the gear and the chastity device? Why does he enforce that?” Mike hesitated before answering. “I think it’s about power and submission. He wants to control every aspect of our lives while we’re working for him. And the gear and chastity devices… it’s his way of ensuring that we’re focused on the work and nothing else. It’s… it’s a form of bondage, I guess.” I absorbed his words, a mixture of fascination and trepidation swirling within me. This was far more than I ever expected when I applied for the job at the farm. Part of me wanted to run away and never look back, but another part was inexplicably drawn to this strange world of power dynamics and fetish fulfillment. “I don’t know if I can handle all of this,” I admitted, feeling overwhelmed. “You don’t have to,” Mike said gently. “It’s your choice. I understand if you want to leave and never come back. But if you decide to stay, I’ll be here to support you and help you navigate this.” I looked into Mike’s eyes, seeing both sincerity and a hint of vulnerability. “I… I think I need some time to process everything,” I replied. “Of course,” Mike said, offering me a reassuring smile. “Take all the time you need. Just know that whatever you decide, I’m here for you.” With that, I left the barn and made my way back to the taxi. As the vehicle drove away from the farm, I couldn’t shake the whirlwind of emotions and thoughts inside my mind. The farm had opened a door to a world of fetish and desire that I never imagined, and I wasn’t sure if I was ready to step through it. But one thing was certain: my life had changed forever, and I couldn’t ignore the pull of that strange, alluring farm and the secrets it held. The future held uncertainty, but it was also filled with the promise of new experiences and self-discovery. And I knew that, with or without the PVC gear, I was embarking on a journey of a lifetime.

The ride back to town felt like an eternity. My mind was in turmoil, trying to process the shocking sight of Mike chained up in his gear, unable to move. I kept replaying the image in my head, feeling a mix of fear and arousal. The whole situation was way beyond what I had bargained for when I applied for the farm job. Once I arrived in town, I decided to head straight home. I needed time to think and process everything that had happened. The journey was awkward as I still wore the gas mask and my shiny PVC outfit. The taxi driver stared at me curiously, but I was too lost in my thoughts to pay them much attention. As I got out of the taxi, I realized I had another problem. The padlock securing my chastity device was with the farmer, and I couldn’t remove it without the key. Panic set in, but I tried to calm myself down. I needed to find a way out of this situation, but for now, all I could do was head home. Back at my apartment, I carefully removed the PVC gear, diaper, and gas mask. The cool air hitting my skin brought me back to reality, and I began to reflect on everything that had happened. I still had so many questions and felt conflicted about returning to the farm. The image of Mike in the cage haunted me, yet part of me was inexplicably drawn to the idea of exploring this unusual fetish-filled environment.

As the evening wore on, I decided to search for more information about the farm and its owner, hoping to gain some insight into what I might expect on day two. Surprisingly, there wasn’t much information online, but I did find some stories and discussions that mentioned “Regnfrakker Farm” as a place with strict rules and unique practices. The owner, referred to as “the farmer,” was described as an ex-military man with a penchant for control and domination. Despite my reservations, I couldn’t resist the temptation of returning. The allure of the gear, the farm, and the possibility of exploring my fetishes in a safe environment was too enticing. I knew I needed to approach it with caution, but I was also eager to see what the next day held in store. The morning of day two came, and I found myself at the bus stop again, clad in my regular clothes this time. I had decided to approach the situation with a clearer mind and to be more cautious about the farmer and his demands. As the bus approached the farm, I could feel my heart pounding with uncertainty. Upon arrival, I hesitated before knocking on the door of the main farmhouse. The sight of Mike chained up still fresh in my mind. However, my curiosity and desire to see what would happen next outweighed my fears. After what felt like an eternity, the door creaked open, revealing a middle-aged man with a stern expression. This must be the farmer. He looked me up and down, taking in my appearance. “So, you came back for more,” he said in a gruff voice. “Yes,” I replied cautiously. “I wanted to see how things go.” “Hmm, we’ll see if you have what it takes to continue,” he said, his eyes narrowing.

He led me into the farmhouse, where we sat at a table cluttered with paperwork. He explained that the farm operated differently from other places. The gear, the chastity, and the rules were all part of a strict regime that he believed brought out the best in his workers. “You want to be part of this,” he said, looking directly at me. “But I need to know if you’re serious. If you’re just here for the gear and the fetish, you won’t last long.” I assured him that I was committed to working hard and following his instructions, though I tried not to reveal the full extent of my interest in the gear and the fetishes. “Good,” he said with a nod. “Today, you’ll be working with me, and I expect you to do exactly as I say. No questions, no hesitation.” With that, he handed me a set of black rubber coveralls, similar to the ones Mike and I wore the previous day, a diaper and demanded to inspect my chastity cage. Satisfied with the condition of the cage he instructed me to change into what he gave me them immediately and meet him outside. As I finished taping up the diaper and donned the rubber coveralls , I couldn’t help but feel a mixture of excitement and trepidation. The material clung to my skin, accentuating every curve of my body. I tried to put aside the thoughts of Mike and focus on the task ahead. Once outside, the farmer wasted no time in putting me to work. He instructed me to follow him to a large field where we would be tending to some crops. The work was physically demanding, and the rubber coveralls quickly became hot and sweaty. Throughout the day, the farmer was strict and demanding, never hesitating to correct me if I made a mistake. He pushed me hard, but I was determined to prove myself. As the sun beat down, I worked tirelessly, feeling the sweat dripping down my body and begin to swell my diaper trapped beneath the rubber. At one point, the farmer paused to take a break. He handed me a bottle of water, and I gratefully took a few sips. As I drank, he watched me intently, his eyes seeming to see right through me. “You have potential,” he finally said. “But potential needs to be shaped, molded, and tested.” I nodded, unsure of what he meant. “Tomorrow,” he continued, “you will face a challenge. If you pass, you’ll have earned a place here. If you fail, you’ll be gone. No second chances.” “What kind of challenge?” I asked, my heart pounding. “You’ll find out tomorrow,” he said cryptically. “For now, finish your work.”

The rest of the day was a blur of hard labor, and by the time the sun began to set, I was exhausted. The farmer led me back to the farmhouse, where he handed me a set of keys. “Your gear for tomorrow is in the barn,” he said. “You’ll find everything you need there.” With that, he dismissed me for the evening, leaving me to contemplate what the next day would bring. As I lay in bed that night, I couldn’t help but feel a mix of excitement and apprehension. What would the challenge be, and could I handle it? Despite my uncertainty, I knew I couldn’t resist the pull of the farm and the unique experiences it offered. Tomorrow was another day, and I was ready to face whatever the farmer had in store for me. I knew one thing for sure—I had found a place where my desires and fantasies could be explored, but the road ahead would be filled with unexpected twists and turns, pushing me to my limits and beyond.

[tigidoggy]

volunteer Farm hand here

The Farm

When I turned up for my first day of work at the farm, I was very excited about finding a job. I’d spotted the job on the web. I found most things on the web. Truth be told I probably spent far to much time on the web. If I wasn’t surfing for kinky websites and looking at images of shiny waterproof gear, then I was reading stories about my favourite fetish’s. As much as I surfed though, my experience of fetish was always from a distance.

I wanted to get involved but there were things in life I still, at 19, was unsure about. Let me introduce myself. My name is Luke and I never had much success with girls. I flirted lots but my lack of confidence meant I did not get far. The girls could smell the fear on me from a mile off and this prompted their quick exit.

So the web had become my place. I did try and contribute. Not with pictures as my gear collection was to say the least, none existent. I’d written a story or two. Fantasies about being kept in waterproof gear. Locked up, used and abused for the amusement of others. But they were fantasies. Sometimes I wrote them with a female in charge, but just recently, inspired by so many other stories, my fantasies and stories had changed to being dominated by men. Young good looking men.

The job offer was simple. A farm just out of town was looking for somebody to help out as much as possible. They promised hard work but good pay and the kicker was the few images they posted with the advert showed a young guy head to toe in great shiny waterproof clothing. I assumed that the job would supply any or all gear needed. I’d dreamt about doing all the chores about the farm every day dressed in such great gear.

I was almost desperate to work on the farm. If they had pushed me I may have offered my services for free. But the money would come in handy. Rent needed to be paid and the extra would start my fund to start buying some of this great gear.

That was his plan. One day I would have enough money to buy the gear I wanted and then I could post my own images online rather than just drool at other’s images.

The address and the bus ride was not a long one. About fifteen minutes out of town, the backdrop of the malls and office blocks dropped away and the trees and countryside took over. I rarely got out of town. Not having a car I spent most of my time surfing. Friends wise I had made a few, but only a few. I’d met up with a couple of guys who I’d chatted to in the local grocery store for coffee and even a film at the local cinema but they certainly weren’t friendships that offered up weekly connections.

The bus dropped me at the end of a long driveway marked for “Regnfrakker Farm”. The name sounded dutch to but I had no idea what it referred to. Must be the guys name I thought.

Walking down to the house, another ten minute walk as the road to the farm showed just how big the land was the farm controlled.

Knocking on the door bought no response. I waited and looked around but was starting to get a bit fed up. My trainers were caked in mud. OK they were not the new trainers I had just bought but still, it hammered home that I did not have the correct clothing to be walking on this road. Luckily my jeans were not too bad, just a few mud marks.

Giving up waiting I looked for signs of life around the farm. I figured the owner must be around here somewhere already working. It was only 8am, but to a farmer maybe that was halfway through their day. Who knows I thought to himself.

The barn closest to the house had its doors open so I headed that way.

As I walked in my eyes almost popped out of my head. This was obviously the clothing area for the farm hands. There were changing facilities and an array of gear hanging from the various hooks that I could only dream of. Waterproof clothing in every kind and colour could be seen. Dungarees, overalls, jackets, smocks, hats. I even spotted some drysuits and full industrial protection suits. Gas masks hung on some of the hooks. I was in my own world for a moment and did not hear footsteps behind me.

Hi

Came the call from behind and this made me almost jump out of my skin. I knew I was perving at all the gear and lost in my own world. I just hoped that whoever was behind me was not thinking of me as some sort of pervert eyeing up all the gear.

I turned to be met by a tall good looking guy about my height and from what he could tell, a similar age.

Hi, he replied.

Can I help you, you seem lost?

Er, sorry. I was told to come down and report here today for possible work. On the farm. So here I am. I did try the house.

Ah, you must be Luke. I was told you were coming. No worries. Sorry - the house usually has a sign at the front saying I am out back but I forgot to put it out this morning as I’ve been checking the farm. I’m Mike by the way.

Cool

That was the only response I could muster. Pretty dumb response but I was on edge. I thought Mike looked cool - good looking guy, short spikey hair, athletic build. It caught me off guard.

So, you up to start work straight away. I have a job that needs attacking pretty quickly and has to be finished today.

Er, yes - of course.

Were you told how the farm works? asked Mike

No, the advert only stated that a worker was needed and once I emailed, I was told to come down here today.

Mike smiled as he walked towards one of the walls full of gear.

Ok, he said. Well lets get you geared up. I can explain things as we go as it will take a while to get geared up for the work. Is that ok?

OK, I thought. Hell yes is what I wanted to say. Instead I tried to contain my excitement and replied with a more subdued response.

Yeah, sounds fine, so what’s the plan.

Well first up we have to clear out one of the barns. It’s had pigs in there for a while, amongst other animals. It’s a mess. And when I say a mess, I mean pig shit everywhere.

Mike tried to break a big smile to relax me. It was working, slowly.

Mike had a calm way about him which I liked. I knew Mike knew the ropes so felt in good hands with him.

I’m not going to lie. Today is going to be a real test for your first day. Due to the mess and what we need to do it could be a full on day. You will either be rushing back tomorrow or I will never see you again.

I wasn’t sure exactly what he meant but was following his actions and moved towards the bench at the wall to start pulling off my trainers.

Mike went on to explain.

The boss here has certain ways to make sure all the work is done. You have to do it his way, or he is not happy. You have to follow his every instruction. He is ex Army, so is quite a task master and stands for no bullshit.

Sounds fair enough, I replied.

One of the things he insists on is quality of work. We have today to get this job done. As soon as we finish, he lets us go and we get paid for the day. If we go slow, we are here until the job gets finished. No breaks. Nothing.

No breaks! Let’s us go? These sentences were playing around in my head but I had little time to reflect and take it in as Mike was stripping down to his boxers in front of me.

Come on, he said, get those clothes off. We don’t have long and we need to get going. If not we won’t get this job done in time.

I did not feel very comfortable getting undressed with Mike right by me, but having a quick look around I saw little option.

Chill, Mike tried to ease me again. It’s just you and me here today. Nobody is going to look at you getting undressed and I am sure if I don’t care about being seen naked, then neither will you.

Naked! I thought as Mike dropped his boxers to the ground.

I could only look on as here I was, in a strange farm on day one, looking at a great looking body of somebody I’d just met, but was mimicking his every move and pulling jeans down, socks off etc following the move of the naked man in front of me.

I felt embarrassed, but that suddenly went away as I saw something that I was not expecting. Mike was wearing a chastity device. His penis was locked up in a plastic device and it had a padlock on the front of it.

Before he could even ask, Mike clocked me staring at it.

Ah, this. This is my chastity device. I guess this was not explained either to you.

What do you mean, I asked.

Well, it’s like this. The guy who runs the farm has had a few guys work here who, well, how can I put it. Well they got off on being in some of the gear. That made him mad as some of the gear then had to be washed more often as they left messes inside it.

My jaw almost dropped to the floor. My cheeks felt bright red. Had I been rumbled. Was Mike implying that I was only here for the gear. I was, but I did not want to admit it.

I tried to control my red cheeks and played it down.

Who would do such a thing, I asked.

Well you never can tell. He got so fed up of hiring people and they just messed up his gear that he has a few policies around here that are quite extreme.

First up. Every person who works on the farm has to be in chastity. He claims that not only does it stop any messes inside his gear but it also focuses the mind on work and nothing else.

Seriously?

I know. It’s mad, but the pay is so good and he does look after the workers, so it’s worth it. Not like you need it whilst working anyhow - so I figure what’s the problem.

I had the sudden realisation that if I was going to work here, I would be joining Mike in having my penis locked up for the day. This was almost getting too much for me and had I been alone, I would have pulled my junk out there and then and started wanking myself off. I had always loved the image of locked cocks and had wanted to try it. I was now moments away from finding out what it would be like firsthand.

Mike came into view of me with something in his hand. He stood there, butt naked apart from his chastity device, holding a similar chastity device in his hand. There was also a padlock which was open, but had no key in it.

I blushed. I needed a moment before removing my jeans and boxers as the hardon I was sporting was sure to get me in trouble. I looked Mike in the eye as he instructed me to get stripped and get this on.

Where is the key? I asked.

The farm owner has them all up at the farm house. When he approves the work, we get the keys.

Oh ok.

I took my time. I needed to. My hardon needed time to go down. This was all getting too much for me.

Mike left the device in my hands and went back to the bench. As I was looking down at the device he continued to get himself ready. I stood there, open mouthed, watching him move onto the next step.

He pulled a white padded piece of fabric from a box and proceeded to pull the item into position. he was pulling some diapers onto his body!!

He turned to me and laughed. Oh come on he said. We are going to be working for hours. Have you not worked out that once you are working, stopping for toilet breaks is going to be tough to do and cause delays. You should know about all this. How else do you think we work such long hours?

All I could do was answer back.

Yeah, of course. I just…

He cut me off.

Look, he said. If this is too much then just go home now. This is what it takes to get all the work done, so you are either in, or on your way home. But we have to get a move on if you are in, as there is lots still to do.

This was moving fast. I was looking down the barrel of a day in waterproofs, wearing a chastity device and being diapered. I could not wait. I tried as much as I could to think of things that would get rid of my hardon. Bit by bit I could feel it easing. It had to. I had to continue to strip and if Mike saw my hardon, I would be in trouble.

Mike was busy using duct tape to secure the diaper into place. He jiggled around to make sure the fit was right for him before looking back to me.

At that point I was just pulling off my boxers.

Sorry, he said, realising I may need a bit more privacy than him staring at me.

I continued as best I could. The cold air helped as I removed my boxers and stood there butt naked alongside a man in diapers!!

I sat down to try and put the chastity device on. It was a fairly simple one, with a semi circle device that sat behind the balls, connected to a top part and then the main part slid on, all connected by a small section that left a hole for the padlock. It felt great going on. It had a small amount of lube on the inside to help putting it on. I reached to put the padlock on and when I turned back, Mike was almost standing over me, inspecting me as I placed the padlock into position and locked my penis away for the day.

As I clicked it shut he smiled at me. He approved. It meant he had somebody to help him for the day I guess. He held out a diaper for me and a roll of tape.

I went about trying to put the diaper on as best I could. It was the first time I had ever had a diaper in my hands so working out what to do with it was a challenge.

As Mike bought back an armful of the shiniest gear I have every seen, he dropped it onto the bench and moved towards me to help.

This was almost embarrassing as a grown man went about helping me put diapers on. I felt his hands on my hips and over my butt as he held the diaper in place then taped it nice and secure.

As he stood back I knew that I was taped in, firmly.

I was getting used to the feeling of the diaper. My penis was waking back up. It was trying to get hard and being met by restriction. I felt the urge to get a hardon, but the restriction from the chastity stopped me. This was feeling great.

Mike was behind me again. This time I felt something cold brush up against my legs. As I turned I found him stood there holding out the brightest orange smock I had ever seen. It was a lovely looking orange ocean PVC smock. Not ultra thick, but medium weight.

It looked great and had a huge smell of work all over it. This had seen some action I thought to myself.

This should fit you to start with, he said.

He pulled out an identical looking smock and started to pull it over his naked body.

Do you not wear anything underneath the PVC I asked.

Why?

Came the reply, almost matter of fact.

All that happens is you get those items sweaty and in a mess. No, I always wear the gear straight on my skin. It’s easier to clean everything up later. Trust me.

Trust me, he said. Those words were almost hypnotic. Of course I trusted him.

I pulled the smock over my head. There were snaps at the from to close the front and make it look nice I left the hood down, as did Mike. What a sight. What a feeling.

The next item offered to me was a pair of matching dungarees. Bibs or overalls some people call them. I pulled them up over my legs and looked back to see Mike doing the same. We were matching in every sense. Locked up in chastity, diapered and encased in PVC.

Wow.

Pulling the straps into place on the dungarees, the clothing settled into place nicely. I was already starting to warm up with the PVC on my skin. The work had not even started yet.

Boots were next. Mike offered me a pair of bright orange wellies. What else I thought.

As I went to put them on, Mike insisted that the trouser of the dungaree had to go inside the wellies. At this point I had stopped questioning why and just followed his instructions to the letter.

The wellies had an inner lining that acted like a sock to cushion the foot. I pulled them both up and stood up. Mike acted as a mirror and the image I saw in front of me was a very pleasing one.

My cock was by now straining inside its prison. I was loving this. This was way beyond what I had expected and all I could think of was if this was my first day then I would be working on this farm for life!

Mike was not done.

He was again stood in front of me holding up two items. They were black in colour. Straps?

These are required. More instruction from the boss. He was also sick of time wasters, so to make sure the work gets done, he locks us into he gear, only letting us out when the day and the work has been done. So you will need to put both of these on.

I nodded. What else could I do. If I had expressed my reaction properly, I would have nodded like a dog on heat !

Mike went around me and pulled a two inch rubber belt around my waist. He pulled it tight before I heard a click. I guessed that he had used a padlock to lock the belt on.

He then held another shorter one up around my neck around the collar of the jacket, so that I could still pull the hood up if needed. He then pulled that tight and repeated the process of applying the padlock.

He stepped back. At this point he offered two similar items up for me to do the same to him. This was getting way too much for me. The chastity device was stopping me from having one of the most intense orgasms of all time.

I would be dreaming of this day for many a day to come. Reliving every move, every sight for years.

A minute later, Mike was standing looking back at me with the black rubber collar and waist belt locked into place trapping him in his gear.

Now, he said, you are ready for a days work!

With that we headed out to the barn at the side of the one we were in to find the mess Mike had described.

Part 2

The day was a strange one. The work was getting done but to say I was focussed on it 100% was wrong. I was very distracted.

Every now and again I glanced over to catch a glimpse of Mike and bask in him wearing his glossy orange PVC gear. The black trip of the collar and the waist belt were visible and I can see light bounce off the padlock reminding me how trapped he was. And to think he was in chastity underneath all that gear was incredible.

I matched him in every way.

The sweat was dropping of me. Beads of sweat started all over my body and dripped down by front and back. The result made my body  on edge. I was experiencing such a heightened sense all over my skin. It was incredible.

I was in heaven. The work was neither here nor there. This was fun.

I was not sure if Mike was aware that I had such a smile on my face as I went about my work.

The only down side was the smell. The pig shit stank !

A couple of hours in, Mike had vanished. I only realised when he was stood behind me tapping me on my shoulder.

Sorry, he said. I should have offered you one of these at the start. I’ve tried to work without it, but no more. Here you are.

Mike passed a gas mask to me and immediately set about putting his on, then pulled his orange PVC hood over his head to seal his head behind the mask and the PVC. He tied the pulls tight around his neck and went back to work.

Shit. This was just too good to be true as I followed suit and took great pleasure in putting my hood up. I had wanted to put it up straight away at the start of the day but was looking for a way to do so that would not appear strange.

Strange! Who was I kidding. I was padlocked in gear, wearing a chastity device working in PVC gear in a farm. Everything about this was strange!

I continued with the work, enjoying things even more.

Working straight through lunch made sense. The sooner we got the work done the better. That was the farm ethos. That was the idea. Mike was shifting, working at speed. He knew the routine so blasted through the work.

Me, I was a little more relaxed about things. Going at my own pace. I figured I may as well enjoy every moment as much as I could.

We had split the barn into two halves. It was becoming obvious that Mike was working at a higher pace than I was as he was further along his side of the barn. Quite a bit further intact.

But that made no difference to me and my mindset. I was loving the day and wanted it to last forever.

It was a good job that the chastity device was in place or by now I would be on multiple orgasms. The gear was just great.

It was about five hours into the job when Mike tapped me on the shoulder. I was lost in my own world so jumped again.

You must stop doing that I said to him, though the sentence was muffled through the gas mask. He got the idea though and just laughed.

Right, I am done. He said.

I turned to look down to the end of the barn and he was right, his side was as clean as it could be. Me on the other hand. I was probably only 60 per cent through my side.

I am going to head back to the farm house and tell the boss that I am done for the day.

My heart sank slightly. I loved looking over to see my waterproof buddy across from me. It was such a kick seeing him locked into his gear.

Oh ok. Was the feeble response I gave out.

As soon as you are done, just head up to the farm house and grab the key from the boss. Then you can get changed and I will see you back here at 6am tomorrow - that’s provided you want to come back again for more of this.

Of course I did. I nodded back to him. 6am I thought. That was going to be a shock to the system. I would have to get up around 5 to shower and get breakfast ahead of getting here. 5am!

I was holding on to that thought as Mike walked away and turned out of the barn and headed to the farm house.

It was still early afternoon I thought, so if I got all this done I could get home and have a nice long bath and an early night to make up for tomorrow’s early start.

I set about getting back to work. My mind sinking back into its own world. My breathing sounds intensified by the gas mask. The heat intensified by the PVC on my bare skin. My fetish reactions kept in check by the cage that surrounded my penis.

Come on, I said to myself. This gear will be here tomorrow. Lets get the job nailed. I started to wonder what kind of gear may be the order of the day for tomorrow. Would it be just as good, different? different colours? Would I be locked into the gear again - yes - of course I thought. That is the farm ethos. Wow - each and every day locked into gear by Mike. And to think he wondered if I wanted to come back for more. Fool, I thought.

Getting the last part of the job done did not take as long as I had thought as my work mode changed. I admired the cleanliness of the barn after removing all signs of the mess that was there before.

The last job had been fun as I washed down the concrete floor completely. The cold water from the hose had felt great as it splashed against various parts of the PVC. I could feel the coldness through it. I had wished Mike had still been here so he could had turned the hose on me and washed me down as well. Maybe another day I thought. If I work as fast as Mike then maybe I can ask him to do that next time.

Or maybe if we get the work done we can have some fun in our gear !

Stop it ! This was not good. I can’t have thoughts like that, especially when my penis can’t get hard locked up as it was in chastity.

I was nicely clean, yet very hot still. The sweat was inside my suit and making it slide all over my body. The jacket and bobs may not have been PVC lined, but they were very slippery indeed.

It was a great sensation.

I headed to the main farm house. I kept the gas mask on and the hood up. It was just more fun that way. I wanted to enjoy the sensations as much as I could for as long as I could.

I knocked on the door of the main farm house. There was no immediate answer.

I knocked again.

Second time today this had happened I thought to myself. The last time I had to walk around to find somebody so I did the same again. I walked around the main house trying to look into the windows to see sight of the farmer, so I could get my keys and get released.

I had walked around 3 sides of the house when I was starting to get slightly frustrated. There was no sign of anybody. I peered through the last window on the side of the house and immediately recognised Mike.

But it was not a sight I was expecting.

Mike was still wearing his gas mask and his waterproofs. The collar and waist strap were still locked on. But he was also padlocked to some chains that kept him locked to the side of the bars of a small cage he was stuck inside. His hands were cuffed behind him and to the back of the cage. His collar was chained to the top of the cage. His booted feet were chained to the front corners of the cage. Sat down, he was completely unable to move in any direction.

Just then he clocked me. He noticed me looking at him and tried to speak through the task mask. The window stopped any noise coming through, but immediately after he see me and tried to speak, a figure crossed in front of the window. I retreated sharpish to the side out of view. Even though the image I saw before me was one of the hottest images I had ever seen, I had no idea what was going on and did not plan to find out. I certainly did not want to be in the same position as Mike.

Well that last part was a lie, but I was not sure I was ready for that just yet.

I ran.

Fast.

Back down the long road that joined the farm with the main road.

I completely forgot how I was dressed and that I needed the padlocks to get out of the gear I was in.

I just ran.

And I reached the main road, the bus that would take me home was pulling in and I quickly jumped on board and found a seat.

I was panting behind the gas mask. More sweat was now forming between the PVC and my skin. I was drenched.

The bus pulled off. I realised that I had no ticket, no money. I was still wearing my gas mask and full PVC outfit, all of which I was locked into. Not to mention my diaper and chastity device.

The farm disappeared into the distance and I realised I was heading the wrong way to be released. The keys to my freedom were behind me.

I was nervous. I had no idea what to do. All I could do is picture Mike chained up in his gear in that cage.

What was I going to do……

[tigidoggy]

A wonderfully fit, very well dressed bowtie fag. Look at him slurp and suck on the man’s armpits, the elixir of life for him. Great haircut and just love the suspenders. I bet he’s got a very snug cage on his cock and I bet it’s been there for a very long time. A great example of the good boy we all should work to be.

[tigidoggy]

I was wondering how one could start being a slave?

The right mindset is a good start.

[tigidoggy]

🔴 55 - 60 Points → Faggot

You have reached the highest form of submission. You no longer see yourself as an individual but as an instrument to be used at will. You exist solely for service and validation through obedience.

Discover Your True Rank in the Hierarchy

This self-assessment will determine your rightful place within the hierarchy. Answer honestly—true clarity comes only from self-awareness.

For each statement, respond with:

✅ Yes = 3 points

🟡 Sometimes = 2 points

❌ No = 1 point

At the end, total your points to reveal your classification.

𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐈: 𝐎𝐛𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 & 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

1. I instinctively follow commands without hesitation.

2. I find deep satisfaction in obedience and structure.

3. Serving and pleasing are my natural state of being.

4. I need authority to give me direction and purpose.

5. Being disciplined and corrected makes me feel secure.

𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐈𝐈: 𝐀𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐑𝐨𝐥𝐞

6. I recognize that submission is not a choice but my true nature.

7. I do not need personal identity outside of my role.

8. My existence is validated through recognition of my place in the hierarchy.

9. I feel most complete when defined and categorized by another.

10. I do not question my classification—I embrace it fully.

𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐈𝐈𝐈: 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐢𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

11. I accept that training and discipline are essential to my development.

12. I welcome refinement and correction to perfect my role.

13. The idea of being conditioned excites me.

14. I understand that I exist to be shaped by a superior force.

15. I strive to internalize obedience to the point that it becomes instinct.

𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐈𝐕: 𝐇𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐲 & 𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐤

16. I understand that submission exists in different degrees.

17. I accept that my classification is not about preference but about what I am.

18. I respect and honor those ranked above me.

19. I strive to embody the standards of my designated place in the hierarchy.

20. I am ready to prove my classification whenever required.

𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐬: 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐓𝐫𝐮𝐞 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐲

⚪ 0 - 19 Points → Unclassified / Not Yet Defined

You have not yet fully embraced your nature. You may still be resisting or failing to understand where you truly belong. Further training and self-reflection are required before you can be placed within the hierarchy.

🟢 20 - 29 Points → Good Boy

A devoted and eager servant, obedient and well-behaved, but still developing. You crave guidance and thrive under structure.

🔵 30 - 39 Points → Son Good Boy

You have progressed beyond basic obedience, embracing discipline as a core part of your existence. You are becoming a reflection of what is expected of you.

🟣 40 - 49 Points → Son Good Boy Faggot

Your submission is not only deep-rooted but instinctive. You understand that your existence is defined entirely by the hierarchy, and you embrace it fully.

🟡 50 - 54 Points → Good Boy Faggot

You are not just obedient—you have accepted that your identity is fundamentally subservient. You crave being shaped, used, and molded as a possession.

🔴 55 - 60 Points → Faggot

You have reached the highest form of submission. You no longer see yourself as an individual but as an instrument to be used at will. You exist solely for service and validation through obedience.

𝗡𝗲𝘅𝘁 𝗦𝘁𝗲𝗽𝘀:

📌 Reblog with your classification and reflect on whether it aligns with how you see yourself.

📌 If your score is below 40, consider how you can deepen your commitment to your role.

📌 If you scored 50 or higher, you are already on the correct path—embrace it.

💬 Which rank did you achieve? Do you accept it?

[tigidoggy]

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.#