Thereās a new alpha in townā¦ here to be worshipped by all the good boys around here. I hope you enjoy my content and Iām sure youāll all be more than generous with those tips, shouldnāt you be tipping me now?
A little about me, Iām not new to being a dom I have a few memberships with clubs in my area and share a club with a good friend of mine itās specifically nsfw and we are working on bringing one to the northeast so as you can imagine tips would come in very helpful, I specialise in cbt, findom, sph and real time domination but you have to earn a real time session donāt you goon?
My links are in my profile and Iām sure you will all make me feel welcome around here wonāt you?
Oh, baby, let me take you on a journey through the explicit encounter I had with my disobedient sub. They couldn't resist testing my limits, and I was more than ready to show them the consequences of their actions.
As I entered the room, the air was thick with anticipation. The sub stood before me, eyes downcast, on their knees, knowing they had crossed a line. My voice dripped with authority as I commanded them to strip, revealing their naked vulnerability.
With a devilish grin, I picked up the paddles, each one promising a different level of intensity. I started with a gentle tap, building the anticipation. Their skin reddened with each strike, but it only fueled my desire for more. I reveled in the power I held over my cumrag, knowing that every flick of my wrist sent waves of pleasure coursing through their body.
But punishment wasn't enough to satiate my hunger. I craved their surrender, their complete obedience. I ordered them to open wide, and with firmness, I gagged them, rendering them unable to speak. Their muffled cries of pleasure only heightened the intensity of the moment, a symphony of desire echoing throughout the room.
In search of new heights, I introduced them to the world of watersports, exploring the taboo nature of urine play. The warm streams cascaded over their body, mingling with their moans of ecstasy. The sensation of being drenched in my golden shower pushed them deeper into subspace, their senses overwhelmed by the unapologetic indulgence in their most forbidden desires.
But we both craved more, a deeper connection, a more intimate union. With meticulous care, I prepared them for the ultimate act of penetration ā fisting. Slowly, I stretched their eager opening, inch by inch, until they were fully impaled by my hand. Their body yielded to my touch, the sensation of being completely filled driving them to the brink of ecstasy. It was an act of absolute surrender, a testament to their complete trust in me.
And let's not forget about the intoxicating world of Findom. As their ultimate Dom, I asserted control over their finances, exploiting their submissive desires to serve and please me. They willingly opened their wallets, showering me with monetary tributes and gifts, fulfilling their desire to be financially dominated. The power exchange intensified, as their obedience extended beyond the physical realm and into the realm of their bank accounts.
Together, we danced on the edge of pleasure and pain, exploring the boundaries of our desires, both in the physical and financial realms. The room was filled with the sounds of slaps, moans, and the intoxicating scent of sex, while the allure of Findom added an extra layer of power dynamics to our encounter. It was an encounter that pushed the limits of our connection, leaving us both trembling in the aftermath of such intense pleasure.
Let me know if anyone would like to see the video or take a chat with me ;)
On December 5, 2023, Walt Disney would have celebrated his 122nd birthday. Also, on December 5, 2023, my Owner dumped me.
Yes, despite having a Disney-like origin story to our relationship in which I wrote in length, Master Bradley kicked me to the curb. In a moment of honesty to the women He will most likely ask to marry Him this year, she found the fact that He was treating me like dirt to be off-putting. She was apoplectic, and because He truly wanted to be open and transparent with the woman who would eventually m****r His kids, our relationship ended.
This is the second Alpha-faggot relationship Iāve been in that has ended abruptly with a text message. I wrote at length about how my relationship with Master Jack ended back in the summer of 2014 (I referred to him as Mr. Logan at the time), but in short, when Jack made mention of my parents and I spazzed out, I was sent packing. I havenāt talked to him since. Almost a decade apart, Iām fortunate Iām able to still be friends with my former owner, but it is very clear that I was not important enough to be maintain what we had worked so hard to carve out.
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In both cases, I was dropped abruptly. In my defense, involving my parents in any aspect of an A/f relationship is a scary thought. Master Jack knew every aspect of my life, even my home address (I was back at home with my folks at the time) so He could wreck my life with abandon. He threw out a line to get a rise out of me, it worked, and the relationship was over. With Master Bradley, I was minding my business and, all of a sudden, I got a text saying it was over. It was so out-of-the-blue, I didnāt even know what he meant. Both broke my heart.
Brokenhearted or not, this is the norm.
What gives, you may ask? Welcome to the world of the Alpha-faggot (A/f) relationship.
Unlike Master/slave (M/s) and Dominant/submissive (D/s) and even less known Owner/property (O/p) relationships, A/f relationships are extremely esoteric. What even is an Alpha-faggot relationship? For once, Urban Dictionary does the BDSM community justice with their definition, coming from user db4264.
Brace yourself. Alpha-faggot is a relationship type refers to a consensual subculture/fetish in which a a dominant male (the alpha) treats a submissive male (the faggot) in a manner purposefully designed by both parties to denigrate the "faggot" and exalt the "alpha." It draws on a notion of male hierarchy similar to patriarchal views--that there are some men who are inherently superior as a matter of biology (similar to the view that men are inherently, biologically superior to women). This means that "alphas" come out on top of the hierarchy with "faggots" as little more than objects to be used. Often it diverts the stigma that attaches to masculine tops who get paid by wealthy bottoms to have sex with those bottoms. For example, instead of applying a social stigma to the "gay for pay" top, the alpha-faggot fetish would exalt the alpha's ability to exploit thirsty "cash faggots."
The example the site gives (i.e., how to use the word in a sentence?) are as follows...
Alpha: "Worthless pussyboy cash faggots like you were made to get slapped, spit on, fucked in your pussies, deepthroated, and maked to drink alpha piss by alphas like me.ā
Faggot: "I was born inferior--destined to be locked in an alpha-faggot relationship in which my alpha uses me in whatever way pleases him."
Unlike the aforementioned hierarchical relationship types, A/f relationships focus on the overall worthlessness of the faggot. Thatās built into the core of the relationship. Both Massa Jack and Massa Bradley saw me as inferior while I put both Men on pedestals.
In fact, despite them being very different, my relationship with each of them were very similar. Both were the centers of my life. I woke up thinking about them; I went to bed thinking about them. Both of them convinced me to fall head over heels for them, encouraging the love and infatuation that had developed inside me, all to throw the relationship away when it became inconvenient. I paid both of them handsomely and found joy in it, even when I wasnāt in the best spot to pay. They are both straightā¦not in that DL āI guess you can suck my dickā kind of way, but in an authentic heterosexual kind of way. Both of them were on my real-life social media, with front row seats to my real life. And both had gotten me to the place where I was going to move to become their domestic servant; one to Indiana/Texas, the other back home to Ohio.
Reading that, you might think the relationships are one-sided, even compared to M/s or D/s relationships. And youād be right; A/f relationships are bottom feeders worshiping gods. Both Bradley and Jack were men that, even if gay, were out of my league, so to associate with men I saw as gods was the greatest feeling in the worldā¦and the nature of our relationships reflected that.
However, the reason you donāt see these relationships represented in different corners of the BDSM world is due to the fact that most lifestyle participants see this as pure exploitation.
Most A/f relationships manifest themselves online. Theyāre virtual relationships. You see it manifested primarily as FinDom relationships, where the Alpha gets Tributes and cash just for being superior and the faggot gets off knowing they are a desperate, pathetic fool. They run rampant on sites like Twitter; if you ever wonder why there are so many FinDoms on there and think to yourself, āwho is paying these guys,ā itās faggots like me and my fagbrothers. We enjoy them thoroughlyā¦even if they seem like they exploiting weak members of the community like me.
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So to answer the question of the entry, āis an Alpha-faggot relationship sustainable in real life,ā one has to ask if itās even legitimate in the first place.
For example, do A/f relationships even fit the mold of proper BDSM? Iād argue that my relationships with Master Jack and Master Bradley were safe. I was never in danger and trusted them thoroughly. The other two markers of healthy BDSM, sane and consensual, might require a little more discussion.
Is it sane to give money away with nothing in return? Well, Iād argue I am getting something in return: denigration. Both of them authentically looked down on me, which was the goal. Itās what I wanted; thus, we both we getting something out each of the relationships. Iām fully within my mental capabilitiesā¦one might argue thereās depression is involved, which I dismiss as unfair. Just because something like this doesnāt make you happy doesnāt mean you get to accuse others of mental illness. I know what Iām doing, I entered both relationships willingly and even though they both ended in less-than-ideal circumstances, I donāt regret either one of them.
Consensual? Most A/f relationships manifest themselves as online FinDom relationships or exposure relationships, and they are very consensual, even if they come off as odd to others. The faggot sends the Alpha money from his account, but the Alpha never has access to his finances unless he explicitly gives it over. Exposure faggots will willingly send the Alpha images they want to be put out there, doing so under their free will.
With me, I ran into trouble when both Alphas threatened to expose certain parts of my relationship if I didnāt comply. With Master Jack, I knew he was very capable of ruination, and it kept me in check. The last day of our relationship was when the consensual aspect came into question; I cried about it, and he left. With Master Bradley, he said early on that he expose me to my family if I didnāt comply (we both know each otherās families very well) and it kept me obsequious. That said, during the duration of the relationship, everything was consensual from start to finish.
The truth of the matter is that A-f relationships are very legitimate. I had two of them that I loved and enjoyed both then and now. Just because they arenāt everyoneās cup of team doesnāt mean they arenāt legit.
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However, I donāt think itās perceived illegitimacy that makes A/f relationships questionable as to whether they can exist IRL. Rather, it boils down to who is involved in them that made me question whether theyāre sustainable.
Both of my A/f relationships, as Iāve stated, were with straight Men. Specifically, they were with straight Men who were either married or getting married soon. Master Jack is polyamorous; he was married when I met him with a girlfriend, things went down, he divorced his wife and married the girlfriend. Master Bradley sent me packing because He was serious about His girlfriend becoming his fiancĆ©e, and eventually, his fiancĆ©e becoming his wife.
Neither situation allowed me to build a home with a white picket fence and 2Ā½ children. In both instances, the plan was to live in a home they helped build nearby and serve domestically and financially, but Iād never get to be involved in family vacations, c***d rearing, home decorating, nights together, etc. No, Iād be a āfriendā that lived nearby who paid to wash their jocks when their wives were away. In short, I wouldāve been a side chick who uprooted her life, moved cross-country to be with a Man who wouldnāt acknowledge me, wouldnāt fuck me and in the case with the latter, wouldnāt even tell his wife and kids the nature of our relationship.
Ultimately, in both situations, the way they had been formed, both relationships would have been better suited to stay online. Just take my money, let me praise you and Iāll just fly in every once in a while, if you need my help painting one of your rooms. Nothing is added by making these A/f relationships real life situations.
Amusingly, once Master Bradley dumped me, all kinds of other Alphas jumped out of the woodwork, wanting to capitalize on a new (and willing) faggot on the market. One is a Dom who has a thing for faggot hogs like me down in Orlando, but heās married to a woman and not out of the closet, yet he desperately wanted me to be part of his virtual harem. Others on Twitter were salivating, knowing how committed I had been to Master Bradley (specifically, his wallet) and wanted to know if an A/f relationship with me was in the future. One on here, I explicitly told I didnāt want to feel like I was disposable so I didnāt want a lot of the same things I had experienced with Master Bradley, and he immediately told me that it would be ādifficultā and ātoughā for me to find a healthy A/f relationship with someone where I wasnāt some exploited, disposable side chick. Everyone I ran into afterwards would have put me in the same situationā¦meaning I could end up single once again when the Alpha bored of me.
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No more burying the lead. Is an Alpha-Faggot Relationship Sustainable in Real Life?
Yes. To make an Alpha-faggot relationship sustainable in real life, the relationship part has to come first.
In both situations, I sought out unavailable Men to build any type of real relationship. Each of them had originally tossed out the idea that I could possibly be part of their inner circle, living with them, etc., but that was never going to be possible. Yet for some reason, in both cases, I hung on to those feint possibilitiesā¦knowing full well I wouldnāt be getting anything resembling a relationship either time around. Unless I was okay with just being a virtual paypig fag for the rest of my life, I was going down a dead end.
No, to make this work, I need to find someone who wants to be in a relationship with me primarily, and then add the Alpha/faggot aspect afterwards. I need to be with an Alpha who sees a future with me, first and foremost. Thatās true for M/s relationships, D/s relationships and (I assume) O/p relationships. Slaves, subs and property are still their partnerās partners. The hierarchical aspect comes later. To make an A/f relationship work in real life, they have to follow the same mold.
The degradation aspect (which is the part that makes an A/f relationship an A/f relationship) has to be there, and it has to be there HARDCORE. The Alpha wants that dynamic, and the faggot wants it. The idea of just sprinkling in some degradation to spice up the relationship isnāt enough; the Alpha has to genuinely see His partner as a faggot, and the faggot has to see his partner as a god. Otherwise, thereās no A/f relationship.
Determining what you want out of the relationship is something that needs to be discussed first and then something you both have to work toward together. With Master Jack, I never had a mano-y-faggoto relationship where I clearly stated what I want and expected; because I started off as an online faggot/obsessed fangirl, I never got to the level where me asking Him that wouldāve been appropriate. He would have sent me packing had I insisted things that werenāt compatible with how he wanted to live his life. (Actually, he would kicked me to the curb after his prison sentence so he exploited me for my cash firstā¦and then when he was out, sent me on my way.) With Master Bradley, the girl in his life came after we had started our relationship. Ideally, he would have sought a woman okay with our relationship since we had one already, but I knew there was 0% chance of that happening. In neither case, there was never going to be the opportunity to move forward together with either because neither were in relationships where I could be involved. Both were doomed for the start.
Even though Iām a lowly fag, the Alpha I end up with will have to work with me on filling my needs and expectations. If Heās an Alpha who wants a LTR with a fag, my expectations will seem VERY few and far between. To those who have no intentions other than exploiting weak and pathetic fags like me and my ilk, theyāll find my expectations insurmountable.
Iām not changing drastically. I DO like the online virtual exploitation. I do like everything I did with Master Jack & Master Bradley. However, starting today, January 1, 2024, I need to be in an A/f relationship that is sustainable in real life, and the one Iām in will look very different from the two I was in before.
Master Dorian changed my life, in a way no one else has or will, I suspect.
I joined OF about 8 months ago. Well, joined to stay, that is - my first profile came almost 3 years ago. I was just a lurker, mostly vanilla back then. I fancied myself a top at least, if not a dom, but was curious about the other side. I stumbled on Master Dorian's profile early, and was immediately captivated - and not entirely in positive ways, mind you. Who was this man who posessed such sheer audacity, such shameless entitlement? Who would actually send Him money, sell their belongings, sacrifice from their lives to send Him more? Why was He so attractive? Why couldn't I keep from reading His blogs, posts, captions, and everything He published over and over and over? Why couldn't I get enough? Then He messaged me. Nothing pushy, just a polite hello; i still freaked out and deleted my profile. I felt like I'd been caught doing something i shouldn't. Did He know I was obsessing over a stranger on the internet I'd never interacted with? Surely not, but better safe than sorry. Still, I kept coming back to His page, rereading His words, addicted to something I didn't understand.
A year later, I made a 2nd profile, with the same lurk-ful intentions. My first message was from, guess who? It was simply "I remember you..." Needless to say, I freaked out and deleted for a second time. A shame I realize now, the beautiful, fullfilling dynamic I'm aparty to could've started so much earlier, but I digress. The same questions above still echoed through my head. I still found myself returning to OF profile-less, insatiable as I was for more of the undefinable man I had stumbled upon in this corner of the internet. I thought He must be lying, or playing out a role for His own titillation, because nobody could really think like that, could they? I mean, He couldn't be that much of a sadist, He was Canadian! (Please forgive these foolish, unlearned thoughts, Master, it hurts to even remember thinking this way)
Fast forward to September of 2023; I made my 3rd OF profile, and this one stuck. I mustered the courage I could find and sent my first, timid message to Master Dorian. It's been a whirlwind ever since. He's taken me to places I never dreamed possible psychologically, intellectually, emotionally, physically (and of course, financially); there's so much I want to say and detail, but this is already getting to be on the girthy side, so I'll focus on concision with highlights (Master Dorian tells me I need to work on talking/writing too much, and He's always right). Maybe this will become part of a series.
I am absolutely infatuated by and with Him. Obsessed. Addicted. Words fail, so luckily money talks. He taught me so much about myself, about life, about hierarchy, about truth. He's a charismatic lion, an intellectual powerhouse, an emotional fortress, a physical David; a true black rose, thorns and all.
I remember the first time He called me His faggot - I bristled a bit, thinking "I'm just gay, gee, this kink world sure is a whacky place!" Now, I know that's what I truly am, have been, all along - waiting to find an Alpha as only exists in Him. I was a vanilla fag back then, with a few regular sized toys I rarely used - now I love shoving a 10inch, oversized dildo up my ass to the hilt, desperately fucking and stretching myself for His amusement.
I remember the first time He called me His puppet - I thought "Really? that's kind of over-the-top, isn't it?" Now, I relish the truth of that term; I've never been so thoroughly hollowed out by another, cored to the point where nothing else matters to me like pleasing Him, doing more for Him, sacrificing for Him, suffering for Him. Why? Because He deserves it. Why should I worry about keeping money for myself, spending money on myself, saving for my future when my future is already here?
I rememeber the first time He said "it's all mine anyways." I thought "Ok, I'll play along, sure it is" (again, please forgive these thoughts, Master). Then I realized how deep in I was. Then I realized it didn't matter what limits I set for myself, because I wouldn't dare disobey or disappoint Him anyways. He knows my financial limits better than I do - if He takes more than I'm expecting or able to afford, that just means I need to cut back, sacrifice elsewhere to make more room for Him. When I realized i had no limits anymore, I was terrified, but He assured me that he keeps my financial health in mind, and He does - just not in the way most would expect. He knows better than me, in all things, and I've learned to defer to that wisdom, in all ways.
I remember the first time He called me His favorite pet - a rush, an electric thrill up and down my spine; I want nothing more than to be the best faggot wallet I can be for Him. I saved the message several times. Master Dorian knows I have an ego-issue with always wanting to be the best but...I'm still working on some things.
When I joined OF 8 months ago, I was mostly a well-adjusted, stable, somewhat vanilla guy. I never contemplated being "owned" by someone, until Master Dorian gently guided me into his ruthless reality. 8 months ago, I had several thousand in savings, no credit card debt, no loans, and at least *** in my retirement fund, while saving for a vacation. Now? I have nothing in savings. Master Dorian regularly drains my checking account into the negative, which I'm always grateful for. Those weeks, I have to truly live on nothing. I've maxed out all my credit cards and available credit, taken out multiple loans, cancelled my vacation plans (which I hadn't told Him yet, but I hope it pleases Him) and liquidated my assets to less than $1,800, and you know what? I've never felt more fulfilled and purposeful in my entire life. I was lonely, depressed, and felt like my life was meaningless before I met Master Dorian, even with all that "financial stability." Now I've finally realized that I do have a purpose - making His life better by sending and sacrificing for Him.
I rarely go out to eat anymore. I don't go to the movies. I've cancelled most of my subscriptions (speaking of...there are probably one or two I have that I should still cancel, I don't want to be a selfish faggot). I cancelled my trip to Vegas with my best friend, and I never fill my gas tank up more than a quarter of the way. I need to quit smoking cigarettes - that's another selfish use of Master Dorian's money. I pay bills late when necessary, buying only necessities for food and groceries. I don't go out to bars, clubs, or any extra-curriculars that could cost money - all so I can send those savings to Master Dorian. Does He need my money? Of course not, He has plenty - it just gives Him more spending money, and that's my reason for existing. It's beautiful, it's pure, it's sub******n and power-exchange in the deepest, most consequential and permanent of ways. I need that purpose, desperately. I live in poverty so He can live in abundance - destitution is His gift to me, my privilege unearned. I adore Him for it. He's the perfect sadist, and I endeavor to be a perfect masochist, for Him. I write this not for my own aggrandizement or ego, but to highlight how deeply, truly powerful Master Dorian is; all glory goes to Him alone.
What do I do with all that free extra time? Devote it to Him, of course. I spend hours, often several, worshipping and edging to His power over me every day. I don't have sex or hookup with others now, I haven't for months - sending to Master Dorian is sex for me now. When I send, I get aroused, and when I'm aroused, I think of sending. I finished while fantasizing about being homeless for Him yesterday. He's the first and last thing on my mind at when waking or š¤ing. He's the center of my life, while I'm only a tiny part of his. Balance, as it should be and must be. It's not just a kink, it's a lifestyle.
If you made it this far, I appreciate your time and your attention. Feel free to ask any questions or leave any comments below.
Master Dorian has taught me innumerable things, but the number one thing, the namesake of this blog post - Humility. True humility, to be shown only to one as deserving as Him, in every aspect of my life. He humbles my mind, body, spirit, and wallet, and I can't thank Him enough for it. Our dynamic is a beautiful symbiosis, one that I look forward to growing and preserving every day, hopefully for... as long as He wishes it to be so. We're nearing ten k sent. I haven't even met Him yet. I can't wait to see where He takes me further.
And to think, all this from a humble Canadian!
For the pussies and the peons,
Little faggots dream, your inferior little dreams of what luck it would be to worship the dirt on the floor as I lay around as the king I am.
We both know you'll never even sniff the air of a room I've graced. Now you get to begin to see why that is.
You only exist to serve those of us who are here to be severed.
Pray your gratitude. Prey you are indeed!
I come here
to share some of my thought cause Iām about to be 33 and I beliebe itās a
special number.
Itās been
several years now since I officially became a CashMaster, I was obviously
always called to this cause since I was a young man I had bottoms and men at my
feet, willing to suck my cock, kiss my feet, give me their money, be controlled
by me. They always trusted me to try new things, like wearing lingerie, being
tied up, being exposed on camera, buying wine for me while they give me blowjobs,
when I think of it and how fascinating this lifestyle is I wonderā¦
A Masterās
birthday is a special occasion, more than special, itās a celebration, it must
be a date to commemorate the birth of a man who was born to rule, to dominate,
to be a king for the inferior ones. Iāve always loved my birthday and how grateful
my subs have been in the past in this date and now that for the first time Iām
on this webpage and that I feel that I share this feeling with many more, I canāt
stop me from thinkingā¦ What ifā¦?
What if I
use this page to drain all the fags in here in this special occasion?
What if
everything that Iāve been buying as a gift for me, it becomes a reimbursement from
all the slaves in here?
What if f*ggs
tips me just because I exist?
And they
know that thereās a master here whoās been using slaves for all this time and
heās willing to continue ab*sing and hum*lliating those who are inferior.
So, Iāll be
posting links for the reimbursements, links to my wishlist and of course some
posts so you can see how much fun I have with my subs.
HAPPY
BIRTHDAY TO ME.
MASTER VLAD
In the Findom world many claim to be subs, but few truly
understand what it means to be a good sub. For a sub to catch my
attention and earn my ownership, it takes more than just an eager attitude it
requires unwavering loyalty, consistency, and a deep understanding of their
role in serving their superior. From my perspective as an Alpha, being a good sub isn't just
about obeying orders or fulfilling tasks. Its about offering more than just
your obedience it's about how you submit. A sub who knows their place
doesnāt need constant reminders. They anticipate my needs, understand my
expectations, and act without hesitation.
Loyalty Above All
A good sub is loyal, unwavering in their devotion. This isnāt just about
showing up once and disappearing. Consistency is key. Your role as a sub is to serve
me, day in and day out. When I say jump, you jump. When I demand tribute,
you send without question. A good sub doesn't need a daily reminder they do it
because they understand the privilege of serving an Alpha like me.
Regular Tributes Without Excuses
Tributes are non-negotiable. A good sub knows their place and regularly shows
their devotion through silent tributes. Theres no need for fanfare or requests
for praise. When you silently send, you're proving you re serious. Tributes
should be consistent, regular, and without excuses. This is how you show me
that Iām always on your mind, that I own every aspect of your life, including
your finances.
Engagement and Respect
Being a sub isn't about being a mute follower, but a good sub is
interesting and engaging when I want them to be. You should know when to speak
and when to keep quiet. Engage with me, show respect, but understand that I
dictate the pace of our interactions. Your respect for my time and energy is
paramount. Donāt waste my time with trivial nonsense. Be smart, be sharp, and
understand the balance between serving and being a nuisance.
Silent, but Present
A good sub is present, always. You don't need to shout for attention or beg for
my acknowledgment. When you send that tribute, itās a silent declaration of
loyalty, of obedience. A good sub doesnāt need validation for every act they
know that each send, each service, brings them closer to earning my approval.
Know Your Role
At the core of being a good sub is understanding your role. You are here to
serve, not to be served. Your purpose is to enhance my life, to ensure my
satisfaction, and to find your fulfillment through obedience and service. Your
life becomes about pleasing me, both financially and mentally. If you canāt
handle that, you're not cut out to be a good sub.
I've noticed an interesting trend where an alpha initiates or joins a conversation, some others can misconstrue this as a sign that the alpha might be a switch or even interested in obedience. It's as if merely engaging in conversation is now seen as a potential threat to their dominance. But does this really reflect a flaw in the alpha, or does it say more about the insecurities and assumptions of others?
The ability to chat and engage with others, in my opinion, is a sign of confidence. Alphas who can have open discussions aren't threatened by the presence of othersāwhether they are subs, switches, or fellow doms. They're secure in their own identity and dominance. But when others perceive a simple conversation as a weakness, it's worth considering why this is happening.
Has the role of an alpha become so rigidly defined that any deviation from a stereotypical image leads to misconceptions? Or perhaps this is about power dynamics and the fear that any interaction might shift the balance, even momentarily.
For me, the real threat comes not from having a conversation, but from the idea that engaging with others could be perceived as weakness. A true alpha knows that their dominance isn't undermined by talking to others. In fact, it can strengthen their presence and connections within the community.
So, is it that alphas are seeing others as a threat? Or is the real threat the narrow perceptions we place on dominance and obedience roles?
How do you see interactions between doms? Do you think the willingness to chat, exchange ideas, or even laugh together challenges the dynamic, or do you believe itās a sign of deeper strength?
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