As an Alpha Male, nothing is more satisfying than stripping away a sub's so-called "identity" and turning them into exactly what they’re meant to be... which is mine. The process begins the moment they step in front of me, trembling, knowing that from this point on, they have no control, no freedom. It all belongs to me. I make them strip—slowly. The humiliation sets in as each layer of clothing falls to the ground, and they stand exposed, vulnerable. I inspect their body, ensuring it's ready for my ownership. Weakness has no place here, and I remind them of that with each penetrating gaze. Their boxers? Gone. In their place, a fresh pair of classic tighty whities is provided. A symbol of their obedience. A sub should always wear tighty whities, a uniform of their servitude, a constant reminder of their place beneath me. Every time they feel that fabric against their skin, they know who owns them. Bent over, they receive the first spanking. With a firm strike I let them know who’s in charge. Each hit serves a purpose, not just a punishment but a reminder: they are mine and owned. The stinging sensation on their butt is the first taste of the control I now have over them. Every smack is a declaration of ownership. Once their cheeks are burning, red with obedience, the next step begins. I collar them, locking them into their new role. A sub is nothing without their master, and this collar cements that bond. They lower themselves to their knees, their body trembling, but eager to serve and please me. The final act of their initiation: their nose lowers to the ground, bowing before my feet. This is where they belong...beneath me, serving me, existing only for my pleasure and command only. From here, the real fun begins. With every tribute they make, every task they complete, only deepens their obedience and feeds my power. They know it, I know it—and there’s no turning back. They are fully owned