You already know you’re meant to be owned. You feel it in every fiber of your being, the aching desire to be stripped of your own will and given purpose—to serve, to obey, to be remade. With me, you will learn exactly what it means to surrender, to give in to the inevitable. You exist to serve, and under my command, you’ll realize that the word “no” no longer holds any meaning.

From this moment on, there are no boundaries. No “maybes,” no second guesses. Your existence is for me and by me alone. When I speak, you obey without hesitation, without question, and the only response on your lips will be “yes sir.” Even your thoughts will be mine to shape, mold, and twist until they reflect only one truth: You are nothing without me.

I will control every moment of your life—every choice, every sensation, every decision, every shred of pain and pleasure. You will look to me for guidance, crave my approval, and fear my wrath. Whether I command you to inflict pain on yourself, your sore nipples pinched and twisted until you’re shaking, or to pose for me, showing off every inch of what already belongs to me, there will be no protest. Just obedience. You will feel the cold stretch of a toy inside you, and a plug to fill the other, reminding you that your body is mine, to be used, toyed with, and controlled. You have few limits.

Your orgasms are no longer yours; they exist only for my pleasure. You will cum when I allow it, as many times as I demand, each release a stark reminder of the power I have over you. And when you do, you’ll know that every inch of you is mine—my slut, my property, my filthy toy to use as I see fit. You will take pride in being my cum rag, my whore, knowing that is your true purpose. You will wear it as your identity, not because I tell you to, but because deep down, you know it’s who you are.

Good sluts know the satisfaction of being rewarded. Bad sluts... they learn what true punishment feels like. There will be no leniency, no hesitation. When you misstep, I will correct you, and you will learn to crave the punishment that molds you into the perfect sub. Mercy is a foreign concept here.

You belong to me, in every sense of the word. You are my property, my whore, my possession. And with each orgasm that rips through your body, this will be your mantra: I am His. I belong to Him.

So, if you think you're ready—if you believe you can withstand the pressure of my control and the weight of being remade—then reach out. But understand this: Do not waste my time if you cannot engage fully.

I am a man of conviction and control. I am dominant, experienced, and unyielding. I will push you further than you ever imagined, and in return, you will be shaped into the perfect reflection of submission. There is no room for weakness. Only obedience. Only me.