SupremeDrainer
by on April 30, 2016
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“What’s wrong with me?” I’m constantly being asked this question by submissive men who are struggling to accept their desires. These guys are convinced they’re broken and seem to think I can offer some secret that might free them from their behavior.


A sub’s need to submit, I presume, is as natural as my need to dominate. Our roles reflect who we are, not conscious will or effort. Many men, when they reach the fear, regret, and denial part of the cash slave cycle, convince themselves they can transform into fundamentally different people. In my experience that’s unrealistic and never happens. It’s impossible. The men who serve me aren’t defective–there’s nothing wrong with them.


Most men, regardless of sexuality, are submissive. Many squander a colossal amount of effort desperately trying to portray masculinity and dominance to others, but that’s meaningless pageantry. Honestly, you should be happy you aren’t struggling to be something you’re not, since men like me can see right through the waste. You won’t fool anyone who matters.  


On Tumblr, it’s easy to find pictures of groups of attractive guys standing together with captions referring to all of them as “alphas.” Keep in mind that’s just a fantasy. In a group of men, there’s probably one alpha leading and controlling the pack. The others–no matter how closely their physical appearances might accord to faggot fantasies–are often submitting to the alpha’s will or trying to please him in the same way that a cash slave tries to please his master.


“What’s wrong with me?” You have unrealistic expectations for yourself. You think being a man means you have to be aggressive, dominant, and otherwise acting out the stereotypical characteristics that our society idolizes. Those characteristics are idolized precisely because they’re rare; they don’t appear with simple resolutions or fleeting yearnings for change. Some men are destined to lead and others are destined to serve. 


No slave should be ashamed of what he finds fulfilling. You can sulk in misery over who you are or you can accept, embrace, and take pleasure in it. You feel the need to serve, and I need to be served. It’s a perfect match, the natural order.

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