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March 28th
YOU have added another unbearable humiliation for YOUR worshippers. And another member of YOUR tribe has been expelled because of its inability to serve YOU.
YOU came home last night with 6 ring gags. The rings were, of course, painfully large, requiring jaws to be held taught, painfully split apart. YOU had them installed in each of YOUR suckwhores and gave a simple instruction: the first one to remove the ring gag will be wrapped in cellophane & duct tape and sent to the compound.
This was certainly not an idle threat. Although YOUR whores know YOU have found 6 to be the ideal size of YOUR coven, YOU continue to have a group of outside regulars (fed from periodic listings online) from whom YOU could find a replacement.
The torture was psychological as well as physical. There was no doubt that everyone's jaws were aching by the end of the first hour ... but the unexpected mental torture was in looking around at each other and seeing nothing. Black faceless heads and wide-open mouths. Teaching and reminding each of YOUR worshipping faggots that we are nothing to YOU but holes. Gaping tubes aching to grab onto YOUR flesh.
The five tubes not on glory-hole duty circled around YOU last night as YOU "requested." You set a timer nearby and went around the circle, face-fucking each hole until the timer went off, then going to the next hole, on and on, for what seemed like hours. This too was torture in that there was no way to caress YOUR magnificent prick with lips or even use much of our tongues through the agony in our jaws. The best we could do is attempt to squeeze our throats around YOUR meat as YOU raped our throats.
YOU eventually gifted one of YOUR anonymous holes with YOUR seed. It moaned its gratitude to YOU. YOU pissed down another wide-open mouth-tube later in the evening. It, too, moaned its appreciation. And eventually, YOU said it was bedtime and crawled into YOUR bed as YOUR minions scrambled to find rest on the floor around YOU.
Each with its jaws held in total agony, held in a near lockjaw position. Each waiting for someone else to cave in first. But nobody could imagine the hell of living without YOU, and so nobody slept last night.
This morning YOU demanded YOUR asshole be tongue-cleaned by each of YOUR asswipes for five minutes, forcing these immobilized tongues to work through the agony and worship YOUR shithole. Several of YOUR cuntfaces were sobbing. But nobody gave in.
Finally, as YOUR lunch was being prepared, one of YOUR cunts was trying to swallow down some water and had too much difficulty in swallowing with its jaws held open. The poor bastard wept as it reached around and undid the belt holding the ring in place. It then got the cellophane and duct tape and sat in the doorway, sobbing, waiting to be packed up and shipped out.
The same procedure was followed. No flesh touched any flesh. Complete immobilization and encasement. Ear buds forcing further isolation. And shipment later that afternoon as the rest of YOUR crew were preparing YOUR dinner.
It would be great to say that this particular member would be missed, but that is not possible. YOU have managed to keep us all strangers to each other. All that can be said is that there is great sympathy for him. And there is a greater desire than ever to be useful to YOU. To serve YOU well. To give YOU pleasure. To keep YOU happy. In any way. At whatever cost. April 12th
It is humbling to be the newest member of YOUR harem, LORD. Thank YOU so much for the honor and privilege for being selected for full-time duty to YOU. And there is much gratitude for YOUR worshippers in allowing me -- although there is very little "me" left -- to become a part of YOUR laity.
It was one of these servants, after all, who first permitted me, from my response to the ad placed for YOU, the opportunity to be a fuckhole for YOU. That first evening, shackled atop YOUR bed, being repeatedly fucked for hours, never given quite enough prostate-pounding to cum, but instead held in a sexual purgatory for what seemed like eternity as YOU took advantage of what became a gaping hole for YOUR God-like cock. Feeling YOU spew repeated loads up that fuckhole while my own cock was kept on the edge of orgasm was an experience like no other. And then, once YOU were done with me, being finally fucked to orgasm by one of YOUR nameless, faceless slaves using the strap-on between his legs while his own prick drooled uselessly in chastity... it was clear this was a place I needed to become a part of. This place, and no place else.
Thankfully YOU found enough pleasure in the use of my hole to allow Me to YOUR home several more times, adding me to YOUR list of "regulars" who might be called upon at any time to be of service to YOUR dick. And eventually, when there was room amongst YOUR cult for another, I was given the opportunity to join. This is hard to admit, but I wept after that call.
At YOUR home, YOU told me that it was first required to prove my hunger by allowing the marking of my flesh with YOUR piercings and tattoos. To have my nipples, cockhead, nose and mouth ringed for YOUR amusement. To wear the words describing my vows to YOU on my limbs, and to have my torso openly admit that YOU, Mitchell Simmons, are my Fucking God.
Yes. Absolutely. Please. Let's go. Now. I beg You. All these words and ideas raced through my mind but all I did was quietly nod, knowing already how much YOU prefer YOUR slaves silent.
Once those modifications had entirely healed, I was brought back to YOUR home to beg permission of YOUR tribe to become a part of it. YOUR ritual was suitably extreme.
Apparently none of YOUR five worshippers had been granted the opportunity to piss that morning. As soon as I arrived and stripped, YOU led me down the hall to YOUR bedroom. YOUR slaves, standing upright, flanked the right wall. I was instructed to stop at each slave's station, place his mesh-encased cock in my mouth, and swallow his urine. Every bladder had apparently been close to capacity, because it took several minutes to empty each one. Finally, after the fifth and final slave's use of me as a urinal, I was permitted to kneel before YOU and beg for the blessing of YOUR delicious piss. I had not had the pleasure of tasting YOU before. And a pleasure it was. Indescribable. To be allowed to look up at YOU as YOU poured YOUR surprisingly sweet piss down my pathetic throat. My cock was dripping with desire.
But all that was merely prelude. I would now be judged by what I hoped would become my peers whether I was worthy to join their ranks in worshipping YOU. YOU led me back to the start of the hall and to the first of YOUR five identity-free slaves. YOU unlocked his chastity gear and explained how this test would work.
I was to suck him off. Simple enough. If he was displeased with my service, he was allowed to pull me away and I would be sent home and never welcomed into this sanctuary again. BUT, that was the only movement he was permitted to make. If he made any other movement of his arms or legs, any thrusting of his hips, even moving his head from staring straight into YOUR eyes, YOU would immediately pull me away and this rare pleasure for him would end without release.
I cannot imagine the pleasure/agony of receiving a blowjob from a slave desperate to show all his skill, and yet being unable to respond. Not moving an inch, remaining in a parade rest as my desperate cock was being sucked by a desperate suckwhore. The strength of YOUR discipline showed as he remained completely still, barely whimpering, as I pleaded with his cock to feed me. It took about 10 minutes before he finally thrust into me like a madman as his load exploded from his cock. YOU immediately pulled me away, forcing his load to spew all over my face.
The first of five such loads as the process was repeated for each of YOUR suckslaves. Each one granted me the blessing of his cum, allowing me access to YOUR cock as one of YOUR lowly whores.
But one last test remained. A test to prove My ability to pleasure YOU with the kind of desperation YOU required. A giant ring was inserted into my mouth, forcing my jaws apart and my lips into yet another gaping hole for YOU. YOUR instruction was simple but impossible: "Suck Me all day long. Fail and leave."
It was impossible to suck with my jaws locked apart; all I could do was insert YOU deeply and massage YOUR dickhead with my throat while trying to tongue YOUR shaft. And, of course, YOU had no intention of just lying back all day. No, YOU went about YOUR day, getting up when YOU wished for any reason YOU wished. It was my duty to somehow keep my lips wrapped around YOUR meat as YOU went about YOUR day, completely ignoring and oblivious to my efforts. Crawling backwards knowing that the humility or pain of bumping into things would be a small price to pay against the cost of being banished from YOUR home. My bladder was in agony from stretching against the 6 loads of piss I'd swallowed earlier. It didn't matter. The only thing that mattered was YOUR pleasure.
Fortunately with a tribe of slaves around, many things were done for YOU as YOU simply stated YOUR desire. "Water." "Chips." "Shoulder massage." There was no need for the false pretense of "please" or "thanks".
There are some things, though, that cannot be done by others. YOU wished to use the john. I knelt there, wrapped around YOUR cock, as YOU took care of YOUR most intimate functions. Later in the day, YOU wished to give YOURSELF a small workout. That consisted mostly of doing pushups, thrusting YOUR prick down my throat with each repetition.
After many long hours of being YOUR gaping suckhole, YOU removed the ring and gave me the gifts I had been craving since first seeing YOUR tribe: a ring for the holes in my lips and tongue, and a black fabric hood erasing what remained of "me."
And so now, LORD, there is no "me." There is only YOU and what YOU own. And this euphoria ... an addictive mix of fear and adulation. YOU are loved, YOU are feared. And YOU are worshipped. Thank YOU, and thank all that is YOURS, for being allowed to become a part of that. May 5th
It is incredible reading the first pages of this now-full journal. Reading how one man started with YOU on this journey. Wondering, who was this man? Where did he go?
All the more incredible because he used to be inside this very body. But he no longer exists. That selfish beast has been replaced by the servile soul now devoted only to YOUR endless pleasure and service. Continually, eternally lessened, humbled, shown a more proper place. Thank YOU so much for this lifetime education. Nobody else could have possibly tutored such instruction.
It has been wonderful to be subsumed by YOU and become not merely a possession, but a part of a collection. To have no value alone, but only as a group. As someone else wrote here earlier, YOUR silent symphony.
It was a pleasure teaching newcomers on to how YOU prefer to be serviced. What kinds of food YOU enjoy, how YOU wish to feel no flesh against YOUR prick when YOU piss down a slave's throat, how YOU prefer a tongue's flickering against YOUR chest than to have YOUR nipples sucked.
But it was equally important to remain humble and learn from them. Learn new ways to pleasure YOUR prick. How to be a better fuckhole by developing ass muscles with which to grab YOUR cock. And how it was selfish to even differentiate "myself" by only sucking YOUR left big toe when permitted to pleasure YOUR flesh. It's about YOUR pleasure, always. So it's about learning what pleasures YOU most enjoy and making the fulfillment of those pleasures a pleasure to accomplish. When allowed to choose where to service YOUR flesh, to think only of YOUR pleasure because that is the only pleasure that matters to anyone in YOUR home.
And, most sublime of all, it's been wonderful experiencing YOU hone YOUR mastery and sadism over YOUR suckwhores. Finding and tuning new ways to make each servant ever more selfless, ever more desperate, ever more fearful of disappointing YOU.
It is difficult to compete against YOUR younger, more agile servants. And there will probably come a time when failure will lead to being packed away and sent off to this compound YOU speak of. YOU have given enough information to know that fagslaves have use and value there, but only by serving anonymous cocks as is done now in 12-hour shifts at YOUR public gloryhole. It is the most difficult part of service to YOU for the simple reason that YOU are not there. To imagine a life where YOU are rarely, if ever seen, heard, touched, tasted, or smelled is horrifying. To live staring at the ink on this flesh as a taunting souvenir of what had been known and then lost. No, that cannot be permitted. And so life is spent in constant training so as to never be in last place for any competition. Eternity spent in improving and perfecting every aspect of servitude to YOU.
Thank YOU so much, LORD, for taking pity on these hungry aching souls. Thank YOU for YOUR generosity in creating a haven, a hellish nirvana where safety and comfort is always just out of reach. Except, of course, for the perfection of YOUR body. YOUR prick.
And, of course, the rare perfection of YOUR smile. The smile of GOD.