What Faggot Acceptance Means
It likely took some time to realize you were a faggot. For most, there is a simple realization something is off, the portrayal of relationships shown in media, the idea one was raised with, never felt right. Straight or gay is irrelevant; the traditional view of a mutual, loving partnership, sex where the pleasure of both parties mattered, and an even distribution of tasks simply never sat right with you.
Relationships felt forced. Equal conversation felt unnatural.
But something felt right about serving another. Someone specifically you admired, and looked up to. Even without saying a word, you felt a need to better their life. Run errands, handle their work, buy them gifts. It was fulfilling. It gave you purpose.
The realizing that this was not mere submission. Your fantasies went much deeper: you wanted to be of use. You did not crave a reward for submission, you craved the act itself, the position, the role. You didn’t want to wash dishes, you wanted to wash His dishes; you didn’t want to clean the house, you wanted to clean His house.
And it extended into sexuality. You didn’t just crave being used, you needed to be used by Him. A Master. Your Superior.
You thought about His cock. You jerked off to swallowing His piss, you being on your back as He shit in your mouth, to licking His feet.
To feel His power over you, sharing you with others. Being told to service strangers, to be an object for His pleasure. Even fantasies you have never had or even found appealing because desirable once it was clear He wanted it.
Acceptance means knowing you would go well beyond what you want to do, that you will eagerly obey what your Master demands. Draining your savings, taking on debt, weekly tributes, taking on His bills, all steps that help further your acceptance, and suffering, as you put your Master first.