A Man and his fag: A Lockdown Lament
by fatsow
M/m, Humil.
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The faggot was loyal. The faggot was obedient. The faggot was submissive. But the faggot was worried. Worried and anxious. It had been due to visit its Master. A long journey to a different country. It had been looking forward to it, to meeting its Lord, to fulfilling its function by worshipping and serving its God. But that was before the virus came and travel stopped. But the faggot had been well trained. It still logged in to see its Master's account every day to show its loyalty. To adore the pics of his beautiful body. To be reminded of his natural dominance.
But it was coming up to the date when the slave should have travelled, when property should have been with its Owner. Now instead of days of being able to serve, if permitted, it faced a lockdown. It couldn't get further than the local shopping mall. A long journey was impossible. Sadly the faggot faced up to reality and waited for the day it should have been there. When it came it sent an apology. It hadn't turned up. It was not Master's fault so it must have been its fault. It was worried and anxious about its Lord's response. His disappointment.
f: faggot is sorry that it cant be there to serve and service its Master tonight
M: Yes, it's a pity you cannot serve your purpose.
f: faggot misses it very much its purpose is to worship to lick to drink
M: to clean, to sniff, to massage.
f: to clean the house to iron the clothes to wash up
M: I don't remember what it is to have a faggot's tongue on my feet.
f: to suck the toes to lick cleaning between the toes to lick the soles to eat the toenail clippings all this is what a faggot also exists for
M; To scratch the heel with your teeth.
f: to take all five toes in its mouth to lie prostrate as its Owner stands over it wiping his feet on its face
M: Getting impregnated with my scent.
f: going back to its room with its Lords spit on its face not washing till morning so it can breathe in and become one with Masters scent so it can smell and taste its Owner when it gets up
M: Indeed.
f; reminding it of its purpose its duty its joy to be called to serve for a day or even an hour to sit in the corner without moving or speaking until it's needed if its Master permits
M: Bowing down prostrated. Yes.
f: face down to worship its God to beg to be of use or face up to receive its Masters gifts begging to serve to be of use to be used a nature intended
M: Now you would come very handy to use as a urinal without me having to stand up.
f: to be kneeling mouth open and willing to be a spit bucket a cum dump a toilet
M: Yes. As Nature intended.
f: nature made it subhuman scum it only feels whole in the presence of its Lord when it can serve its purpose
M: A chattel. Yes.
f: so lucky to be owned so lucky to have been found so lucky to have had its mind freed
M: Many years of luck.
f: free to accept what it always knew for many years serving its one God
M: Every day in your mind and every so often in person.
f: yes yes yes burned in its brain with the brand of its Owner
M: Branded with my seed in your DNA.
f: such beautiful seed the only testosterone it has absorbed from its belly becoming one a thing for its Master a toy for its Master a pet for its Master a piece of furniture for its Master
M: Mere property I own by birthright. Acquired when I came of legal age
f: so true Master was guided by his wisdom to the chatroom where he found his slave waiting when Master came of age at 18 wise beyond his years showing himself as superhuman in his knowledge and wisdom
M: Well, as I said, it was just a matter of mere rights over you.
f: faggot knows it is filth without being able to serve programmed to be owned since its birth fate drove it to its preordained Master it had to learn but it has had the best trainer
M: Stripping you of undesired concepts of worth, ego or self.
f: it does not deserve ego it has no worth except as part of Masters possessions it does not have a self only its Owners
M: Years and years of repetition and humiliation.
f: to realise it is a worthless subhuman slave cunt it is nothing but still retains a trace of its former identity in its humiliation reinforcing its worthlessness
M; A mere carcass.
f: going for a meal with its Owners seed in its belly knowing during the meal it is only a cum dump knowing that if its Master pleases it will be a urinal after the meal all as it should be a husk for its Owners desires and gifs
M: Like a revelation.
f: revealing its purpose its function its worth
M: And your intimate and only nature.
f: yes its only nature its core its inner being a fuckmouth a spittoon as toilet paper
M: Faggot, maid, carpet.
f: property toy trashcan
M: Pet, latrine, seat.
f: stool cushion washcloth thing it husk slave property cuntface
M: You do not exist outside the moments you prostrate yourself before me.
f: so true first learned years ago so sad it cant happen at the moment needs to be rammed home repeatedly the ache that never leaves the ache to prostrate kneel to serve to lick to swallow
M: To beg and venerate.
f: please Master feed your faggot please you are its God it lies before you it thinks of its Owner every day it venerates the icons of its Master
M: I cannot think of anything else that should occupy your thoughts faggot.
f: only the hope that the virus can be defeated
M: Well, only as subsidiary thought about when you can serve me.
f: yes serving is the thought behind it so really it is still thinking of its God how to get closer how to worship better
M: How to be able to exist again.
f: to fulfil its function to worship that perfect body as well as that perfect mind
M: To improve my existence.
f; to wait for permission to lick feet and balls cock and ass Masters existence should always include a fag in residence or on call so Master can have a life of ease and pleasure
M: Based on the fag's work, effort and worship.
f: fags must work when safe to earn money to visit fags should buy meals for Master
M: Oh, when I say fag work, I mean work in Master's house.
f: fags must sweat to clean Masters house to help with Masters shopping to be donkey to fetch and carry
M: Yes. And to be a toilet as soon as it crosses the door.
f: to enter to kneel to open its mouth and to wait to receive
M: That was a good day.
f: if only it could serve every day when the maid cleans the house and Master comes home at lunchtime to be sucked
M: Everything as it should be. In place.
f: it dreams of every day in person but for now is every day in its thoughts and the desire to see Master in the flesh when its safe
M: To feel. Yes.
f: to feel Masters feet lick his body to bow down before him in his presence to kneel at his feet as he takes a shit all this will come if Master permits
M: Sure
f: for now venerating icons and virtual contact thank you for letting your slave chat with you Master it longs to serve you morning and afternoon evening and night
M: I know slave. And I know that is not going to change until your last faggot breath.
f: those words make a piece of shit so happy Lord
M: Just the truth, slave.
f: yes the simple truth Master