Understanding the Need to Serve

The first time always took serious buildup.

You had no idea financial domination was a thing. You gravitated to superior beings, dominant figures. It started with respect. The admiration. Then you found yourself thinking about them more and more.

It wasn’t a position or a title that did it. It wasn’t just someone older or smarter or stronger.

It was a confidence. They were so sure of themselves. They did everything with an effortless swagger.

Then thinking about them evolved into more. It became fantasizing.

You would lay in bed, legs spread, stroking, thinking about them. Thoughts of them pushing you down to service them. Kneeling before them. Feeling exposed to their power over you.

You sought out porn with dominant figures. The sex often didn’t matter, just a raw confidence, they knew their own sexuality, they knew what pleases them, and they took it. They owned their sexual partners. And those partners caved to the will of the Dominant.

Then you passed by a new concept. Financial Domination. Serving with cash. Transferring wealth. Losing control as more and more was sent.

You would read stories of how it happened to others. How dangerous it was. Yet you were drawn to it. Your thoughts lingered on it.

Yet you would run. This cant be real, you would think to yourself. Just a fantasy. I can stop myself.

But you saw My pages. You read My words. You wanted to call, but fought it. But then took a small leap, clicked a pay mail, and read the words over and over. Every time you logged on, you thought about sending a message. Constantly, you thought about the next step.

And you would refresh the page, over and over, desperate for a reply. You needed it.

I was taking control.

Then you saw it. The words didn’t matter now. All that mattered is you were granted even a small piece of your Masters attention. A superior being answering your email.

Over an over again you would run. I can’t do it again, you would repeat your yourself. I need to run, I need to delete this, I can fight this.

But you know the truth. You can’t change what you are. In that moment of sending, feeling it drain you fell most complete. Thinking about how it happened, then when it will happen again, makes you a better person. You work harder, save more, stay organized in your devotion to your Master.

Don’t fight it faggot. Don’t fight what you are. Live your best life, the only life you were truly meant to live.

Tell your Master how you crave it.

Do it now.