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(When contacting me, take charge in the conversation. I am most receptive to following, not leading.)

I am a Yet Unbroken Steed ... looking to be bridled.

I’m a specialty construction worker by trade. Having paid my dues and climbed the ranks, I am now comfortably positioned in a Monday-Friday 9-5 work schedule.

The basic deets are: Single, never married, no kids. No health concerns.

Hobbies include going to flea markets, taking road trips, going to museums, carrying the bags during your shopping sprees and having a rippled muscular body ...... okay, maybe that last one wasn’t quite the truth.

I enjoy Chinese food, cookouts, stargazing, magnificent sunrises, bowling and the movies.

I would like to get to know and a connection with a woman, exploring every aspect of our lives before she snaps her fingers and raises an eyebrow.

What this means is: I’m looking for a complete relationship.

And what that means is: I’m not looking for a professional dominatrix. I’m not looking for a service I need to pay for.

On the flip side of it all, acronymboy is a name I felt that best described me. Among other things, I am eager in pursuing:

FLR – Level 3

CFNM – whenever possible and whenever told to do so

Being told what to wear – when CFNM can’t happening ( I at least have to be in slippers when you send me out to get the mail.)

Being called: “Good Boy” when I’ve earned it.

Body Worship – every inch of you (except for underarms and behind the ears. I gotta draw the line somewhere.)

Breast Worship – nursing you to your climax and beyond

Cunnilingus – licking as if trying to reach the cherry at the bottom of a properly made Manhattan

Chastity and teasing – I have four different chastity cages and they’re all just a bit tight. (I hope they get tighter.)

I’m a fan of humiliation but equally of service. I’ve often thought that the perfect blending of humiliation and service would be for my soulmate woman to be sitting on the back deck, drinking a glass of red wine while watching me mow the lawn in nothing but a speedo.

But being held accountable gives me better focus and chores turn certain aspects into a routine.

Outdoor Chores, like the aforementioned mowing, weed pulling, brush clearing, wood stacking. These are things that will fill me with a sense of accomplishment while also sweating me, head to toe. This would be an ideal time to rinse me off outside with the garden hose.

Indoor Chores, like meticulous cleaning to exact specifications, laundry, scrubbing the kitchen floor by hand, washing the dishes, writing a grocery list and using my bartending skills to make her drinks that are fruity in taste but strong. These are tasks that would fill me with a sense of purpose, enabling her to supervise me while also putting her feet up.

I do hope to hear from people who read this and found interest in something I wrote.

And if you have indeed read down this far, I thank you for giving my words the time to be read. As I stated at the very top: when contacting me, take charge in the conversation. I am most receptive to following, not leading.

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2/29/2024 4:30:47 PM

Every time I think I understand the submissive role, I learn that I truly have so much further to go.

At one point in time, this was frustrating.  But upon greater thought, perhaps it's exactly how it's supposed to be.


9/5/2023 2:20:06 AM

Self-Education

I’ve been on websites like this one for quite a few years but was only sporadically active. I was looking for information about things as well as for other people to talk with about it. But I was only sporadically active. Two or three times, I thought I had it figured out. I thought I knew what it was that caught my interest that led to my fetishes.

Then I realized that some of those fetishes were more than fetishes. So I explored more. And the more I explored, the more I discovered that I liked or at least found intriguing.

But I began to see a common thread between the fetishes, they all fit together. And they fit so well, I made a crossword grid out of them. lol

I would put up pictures and take them down. I would make my profile out to be a personal ads and then change the wording later. A little frustrated that I didn’t know what to do with all of this knowledge and information I had been seeking and had now found, I threw my hands up in the air.

What good was all of it if I didn’t know what to do with it? If I couldn’t answer the questions of what I liked and why?

But I was never going to find the answers. And the reason why is because I was looking for them. I was behaving like an addict. And that needed to stop. There wasn’t anything wrong with liking and even liking something a lot. But if it was the greatest thoughts in my head, then it needed to be the most important thing in my life.

It wasn’t until I stopped thinking about what I liked and what I wanted that it all began to fall into place.

I began to read what others liked and wanted and what they posted. I would focus in on the postings of dominant women as they were ones I saw myself as a counterpart to.

I’m one of millions who read the postings of dominant women. The first time I read these postings, I tried to imagine how I could fit into what they were saying. But I wasn’t finding that pathway in their words.

At that moment, it really started to define itself. And things I guess I already knew were becoming clear.

  • I’m not gonna be right for everyone.
  • Lots of dominant women will not be right for me.
  • I do know what I want and I do know what I like. And I’ll gladly share those things with someone in private messaging. (Although I fully understand that you can discover a lot of my kinks and interests and ideals and all on this profile. But that would require you to look at my profile, top to bottom. And a lot of people don’t do that on here. That’s something else I’ve learned.)
  • The basis of everything I needed I already had when I made a profile on this site years ago. It was just a matter of continuing to learn.

Being submissive, or believing myself submissive, was something I knew. But its definition I didn’t understand. And before I could be educated by anyone, I needed to do most of that education myself.

  • My focus needs to be on her.
  • It’s my rightful place. And it’s all about what feels natural because what feels natural is what IS natural.
  • I’m not below her. She’s not above me. But the truth is SHE DOESN’T NEED ME. I need to show her why she would need me. And because she doesn’t need me, if she keeps me in her life, that is a privilege.

I want to be useful to her. I want her to see me as being useful. This comes from actions. Actions first. Words second.

Strong and confident woman deserves respect. My goal is always to make her happy and to keep her happy. To put her happiness on a pedestal. This doesn’t require her to be dominant and me to be submissive. It should be natural and feel that way.

  • Make her life easier.
  • Take her stresses away.
  • Take her energy-draining responsibilities away from her.
  • She wants to feel safe with you. If she doesn’t feel safe, why would she need you?

Make her life ... better.

This is where I’m at in the journey for knowledge. This is the point I have reached with my self-education. Many more lessons to learn yet.

 


8/28/2022 6:21:04 PM

This is an odd request.  No, it's actually a very odd request.

I'm not sure where to begin with this.  I guess I'll just give a brief summary and then get right to the request.  If anyone who reads this wants more details, then contact me privately.

Since June 9th, I have been conducting an experiment on myself.  I have chosen to not have an orgasm and I have done this without wearing a chastity cage.  When I started, it was just to see how long I could go.  But a few weeks into it, I decided that I was going to aim for 100 days.

Aside from when in the shower, I have not touched myself with my hands since I started.  I have, however, been edging myself to the point of addiction.  To do this, I use (get ready for it) ...... a magic wand massager!   And with the exception of a little bit of (ahem) spooge that came out on the 25th day, I have been cum-free and orgasm-free.

In the past week or so, I have begun leaking a little.  But I have come up with a comical remedy for this, a "band-aid" for the problem, if you will.

As I type this message, it is the 80th day.  20 to go, putting the "explosion day" on September 17th!

All that being said ... onto my request ...

 

Once I hit the 100th day, I'd like to be observed as I orgasm for the first time since June 9th.  It would be sort of like a watch party, I suppose?

The request is for information.  Does anyone know any sort of a webcam site that would allow me to do this?

I'm not interested in a paysite I need to buy membership to in order to do this.

There's bound to be a free website out there.

Does anyone know of such a website?

 

Thank you,

Nicky

 


8/21/2022 11:22:16 PM

Boys have their toys.

Instruct me to show you mine.


3/9/2022 4:46:20 PM

In October of last year, I had my first experience with chastity.  For that month, known as "Locktober", I had an experience I will never forget.  It was the first time that submission wasn't something about myself that I controlled.

Because of that experience, I went out and bought the Cellmate chastity cage.  It's the kind of chastity cage that is controlled by an app, putting all the control in the keyholder's hands.

Should my next experience with chastity suddenly appear, I will be ready ... and eager.


2/21/2018 2:31:52 AM

FLR, CFNM, SPH, MF, OTK, IRL, LTR, Cuck, CHAS ( -tity ), HUM ( -iliation )

I decided I’m going to use my journal to explain why I found interest in each of the acronyms that have made me an acronymboy.

One at a time … and in no particular order.

IRL (In Real Life)

I guess I could keep plowing into the rest of them, one at a time - cuck, sph, even some of the lesser ones that I didn’t list … and I will do so, to some degree, in future postings.  It felt right, however, to next write about IRL - taking the fantasies of all the acronyms and bringing them into reality … in real life.

Living inside one’s head can often be a semi-fulfilling approach.  It doesn’t necessarily mean this is the wrong way to go about things.  People are people and what works for one doesn’t for another.  But, within anyone’s fantasies is the thought of real life.  When imagining a scenario with kinky desires being met, the scenario is set in real life.

That being said, whether people choose or want to act on it or not, fantasies are inherently about real life.  But approach seems to be the key component to most any progression forward.  And this is where people are people again, each to their own.

Perhaps the strongest fantasy I have is about fantasy itself and how it could not just play out in everyday life, but how it could become a balanced piece of everyday life.  I am a proponent in the belief that a lifetime of exploring really means nothing … unless you eventually find and embrace that which you enjoy the most.

A lot of what I read on people’s profiles is quite ridiculous in my opinion - demands of money, tributes and wishlist gifts, taking days off work to be able to accommodate a Domme’s whims, quitting jobs to move distances away and other random non-sense that, most ironically, takes reality and turns it back into fantasy.  That’s the polar opposite of what most people desire.  I’m no different in this regard.

Understandably, a lot of the profiles are Pro Dommes and FinDommes.  And I’m happy for them.  I’m simply not interested in them.  Years ago, I was in a relationship where I allowed my partner to wreak havoc on my bank account.  Most obnoxiously, when the money ran out, so did she.

So, the idea of giving away control of my money isn’t a fantasy at all.  It was my reality, and it still is as I am soon finishing up a six-year-long haul back from incorrigible debt repayment.

But the reality of being controlled is a powerful one in my mind and heart.  Being told how to dress or to get naked, being led, being disciplined, being brain-scrambled - as well as feeling a happiness and purpose and passion that only dreams could capture … until real life captures it all … that would be the end game of having lived inside one’s head, having written blogs ( wink ), having stayed the course while keeping my feet on the ground and having weathered the storm along the way.

Knowing what is wanted … and pursuing it with as much logic as reality requires.  Rightfully so.

Subtle ways of exchanging power could always happen as a relationship formed.  But the sincerest beauty of real life would be in the moments when vanilla became the flavor in front of us and nothing wavered about our collective resolve.  We are just as strong, even when just as a male and female.

The potency of anything worth looking for and finding and maintaining is pungent when it is permanent, made sustainable by a balance of life that fantasies could never show.  And when it is viewed through two sets of eyes - your eyes and the eyes of a partner who sees it all in a similar light … in real life.


2/19/2018 1:24:33 AM

FLR, CFNM, SPH, MF, OTK, IRL, LTR, Cuck, CHAS ( -tity ), HUM ( -iliation )

I decided I’m going to use my journal to explain why I found interest in each of the acronyms that have made me an acronymboy.

One at a time … and in no particular order.

MF (Mind Fuck)

I’ve come across definitions for this one that were intriguing at the sound of them, most terming mind fucking as something like: Confusing the mind.  Manipulating it to the point when an adrenaline rush happens, with a feeling of “high” to follow.

I won’t knock such definitions as they do drive at a very real point.  However, I think the greater explanations will always be dealt out on an individual basis as mind fucking is perhaps the most individual of all interests.  And each mind is different.

Everything within my life, whether vanilla or otherwise, is always connected to a concept I call the comfort zone.  Most ironically, the things in life that intrigue me the most and peak my interests are the ones that tempt me to step outside of the comfort zone.  And for this reason, being mind fucked intrigues me tremendously - not because I would be led outside of the comfort zone … but more so because I wouldn’t even know I was being led outside of it.

And when I do finally realize it, you bet there’s an adrenaline rush.  Given the circumstances, there might even be arousal - the kind that draws my attention even closer to you in a manner that you just might crave.

And mind fucking can be a most wonderful bit of fun … sometimes even a game.

Like … The “No, Mistress” game.  If the only correct answer is: “Yes, Mistress”, then telling your sub that the new correct answer is “No, Mistress” just might fuck their mind up right away.

But with the instruction to only every answer with: “No, Mistress”, think of all the questions you can now ask.

Some examples:

  1. Should I stop spanking you?  “No, Mistress.”Should I unlock your chastity cage?  “No, Mistress.”
  2. Should I allow you to cum tonight? “No, Mistress.”
  3. Should I allow you to eat dinner at the kitchen table, instead of on the kitchen floor? “No, Mistress.”
  4. Should I allow you to wear clothing? “No, Mistress.”
  5. Should I allow you to face towards the television while you massage my feet? “No, Mistress.”
  6. Should I allow you to sleep in bed with me tonight, instead of in your cage by the window? “No, Mistress.”

Oh, the question possibilities are not only endless, but could be found for every single moment … if you so desired.

Giving tasks with unrealistic time limits seems like a good example.
"I want you ready to go, in the car and the inside of the car warmed up by the time I come out of the house.”

Then you forego the stereotype that it takes a woman forever to get ready - being ready in two minutes and walking out the house on a cold winter’s day … the car started and him inside it, but the heater still warming up.

With him blindfolded and his wrists cuffed behind his back, you say: “Open your mouth.”
He opens his mouth, but is wondering: “What is she going to put in my mouth?”

I mentioned previously about Chinese water torture, which is a kind of torture where water is slowly dripped on a person’s forehead until they go nuts - waiting for the next drip to happen.

And while mind fucking doesn’t need to be so severe as to drive a person nuts, there is something to be said for not only controlling a person’s body and decision-making, but also, their future thoughts that haven’t even been generated yet.

Promising him a reward over the weekend for good behavior or obedience or thoughtfulness and then waiting until 3am on Monday morning to give him that reward … I guarantee you that every ticking second of Sunday evening will have him hoping and hoping and hoping.  And then when you both go to bed that Sunday night, falling asleep without any reward given, his brain will scramble.  But he will be too tired to get upset.

Then at 3am, you wake him up to give him the reward, but here’s the added fun about it all:  you never said what the reward was going to be.

Control his thoughts.  Fuck his mind.  And he will become … your creation, made in your light.


2/16/2018 9:27:41 PM

I am not looking for a Pro Domme.  I am also not looking to pay tributes.
I feel it important to state this, right away.

What I am looking for is companionship, friendship, a relationship even.
I am never going to pay anything to anyone.  And certainly not right from the beginning.

Being as I always read the profile of anyone I message prior to messaging them, I would hope that this is reciprocated by people who message me.
I don't mind spoiling someone a little, but I'm financially sound and intend to remain that way.
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Now that the disclaimer is out of the way …
I am a quieter individual with a passionate heart for being submissive.  I am a loyal soul who aims to make things work.  Discretion will always yield the best results.  I have taken a very realistic approach to the pursuit of these kinky cravings.  It has been a pursuit with a slower pace and there’s a reason for that …

I know there are a lot of fakers, liars and scammers out there.  And they can carelessly ruin the opportunities that a site such as this one offers you … if you let them ruin it.  But I’ve come across a fairly common theme in the domme profiles that I’ve read.  And while making serious demands right away, all-but forcing submissives to miss work or disregard family obligations or have to apologize for having a busy life will certainly drive the fakers, liars and scammers away - such an approach also drives away a lot of really great submissives who are genuine and who seek the very same things you do - just from the opposite end of the spectrum.

Dommes who put up such exacting words are likely doing so for good reasons.  But they come as one of two types of people:
1. Someone who is very inexperienced, yet presents themself as being experienced.
2. Someone who is a gold digger


2/15/2018 10:46:36 PM

FLR, CFNM, SPH, MF, OTK, IRL, LTR, Cuck, CHAS ( -tity ), HUM ( -iliation )

I decided I’m going to use my journal to explain why I found interest in each of the acronyms that have made me an acronymboy.

One at a time … and in no particular order.

OTK (Over The Knee)

There is only one woman in this entire world who has ever spanked me.  And I deserved it, every single time I got it when I was young until I started behaving the way she wanted me to.  LOL  She used a pot stick, if not just her hand - the same pot stick she stirred spaghetti sauce with.

Ironically, I love spaghetti and always have.  Haha

But my OTK viewpoint is the polar opposite of what you might expect.  I don’t actually have an affinity for the smack of a pot stick or of a hand.  And I’m not a fan of spanking… per se.

I don’t like pain.  Pain hurts.  There’s nothing pleasurable for me about it.  So, the swift crack of a hand on my backside isn’t something that arouses me or makes me long for and hope for another swift crack.

Yet OTK is a craving I have that I can’t explain. It’s not just some random thing that sounds great in fantasy but falters in reality.  I think of the destination it would take me to every time … and the journey along the way to get there.  And despite how I feel about pain, it is a part of that journey.  Pain will always be there and I will feel it.

Luckily, there are other ects to OTK that make the pain worth putting up with, worth feeling.  When I think of it, I mentally salivate about the use of it for maintenance control purposes - to keep me in line and to routinely remind me of the fundamental need to be a good listener.  I can see it as being a powerful source of behavior modification, when such a modification is required.  And in that sense, it is real punishment - fantasies need not apply.

In the mind’s eye, I can see her sitting on a chair on the other side of a room.  Her grace and poise are evident in the ever-present wiles of her appearance, disposition and posture.  But nothing is more polarizing than the summoning finger she uses to make me walk over to her, a red fingernail being my guide.  With lowered eyes and shrunken shoulders, I abide and I walk over to her - knowing well what is about to happen and knowing that she has me wrapped around that summoning finger.  I won’t defy her, ever.  I can’t.  I no longer know how to and I never wanted to defy her anyway.

“Take your pants down,” she says with a slightly-lowered and steady tone.

My equilibrium is already out of whack as I unzip my pants and lower them to my ankles.  There I stand, as exposed and as vulnerable as can be.  My head is spinning and causing me to lock my knees to stay on my feet, but I won’t be on my feet much longer.  I look down at her nylon-covered thighs, knowing what she’s gonna do.

“Do you need to be spanked?” she asks with that same lowered steadiness in her voice, her words cutting through me as easily as a warm knife goes through butter.

“Yes,” I whisper, closing my eyes and having trouble believing I just answered that way.

But she has me trained already.  There is no other answer.

Directing me down over her lap, she clamps her thighs together - pinching my endowments between them.  This is the easiest way to keep me from trying to get away.  Even if I were able to wiggle free, I would be in considerable pain down there from the exodus.

She places her left hand on my lower back and raises her right hand.  I reach down and take hold of the two left side legs of the chair, a direction she gave me the very first time I experienced OTK from her.

Her first swing is quick.  Then her second and her third.  And the mental games begin, the journey I’m craving.  Smoothing out the pain, she rubs the surfaces of my cheeks.  She is in no particular hurry to get through this.  Then she lifts her right hand again, but holds it in the air as the game of Chinese water torture commences - that span of time that I wait for the next strike … a span of time for which I don’t know the length.  And I know not to look back over my shoulder to find out.

After what feels like an eternity, I get the 4th, 5th, 6th, 7th and 8th strikes, another bit of rubbing the surfaces to follow and more Chinese water torture.  I begin to lose track of the count and as the sting travels into the meat of my cheeks, I begin to squirm.  The pain is excruciating.

That’s when she shifts her seated position, forcing me to the left slightly and wrapping her right leg around the back of my thighs.  She will work on me slowly but steadily and she will break me.

Now comes the destination.  That moment when I give up.

I have only every cried when people die.  I don’t know what other tears are about.  But at that moment, I will learn and then I will know.

In the afterwards, I find myself embracing the very person who put me over her knees - a mutual bond that is suddenly stronger.  My sit spots will be sore for the rest of that night and all of tomorrow, at least.  And it will be those sit spots that will serve as the most effective non-verbal reminders of why I was OTK … because she is in charge.

Quite to the contrary of what might be expected, my will power is now actually stronger.  But it’s more focused and directed … my will is her will.

And at an unknown point in the future - near or far, she will remind me of this again … with another OTK.


2/14/2018 12:50:21 PM

FLR, CFNM, SPH, MF, OTK, IRL, LTR, Cuck, CHAS ( -tity ), HUM ( -iliation )

I decided I’m going to use my journal to explain why I found interest in each of the acronyms that have made me an acronymboy.

One at a time … and in no particular order.

FLR (Female-Led Relationship)

All my life, I have been under the semi-control and influence of certain females.  When I was young, it was family members.  As I got older, it was past partners.  But none of them ever actually led me, even though they could have and I would have followed.  Perhaps this was because they never really saw it as leading.  Or perhaps it was because I never simply brought the topic up.

So allow me to correct my past mistakes of silence right now …

Being honest, there is a level of eroticism in her picking up the power and wielding it with confidence.  There is a basic need that a guy who seeks FLR has.  But it’s not a cry for help.  There’s no void of self that I am missing.  There are simply factors that are sought, to make life all it can be … and with anticipation, more.

Handing over all control to her would logically make for a happier relationship, end arguments before they ever began and lead to a more balanced environment that she would create and keep.  Stronger heartbeats would be felt, especially if she has compassion and never loses her sense of feminine grace.

But I truly wish I had the words to explain what I see as the difference between being dominant and being domineering.  The latter of those two is the lesser of my interest.  I’ve been in those kinds of relationships.  And their not fulfilling at all, not for her or for me.

I don’t want a partner who is mean or power hungry.  She would have no reason to be power hungry, if she had all the power.  And if she was mean, well then, I don’t believe I would be inherently interested in her to begin with.

For as much as a control-hungry guy needs to be the King of His Castle, if she feels the right to be the Queen of Her Castle, then the relationship has no greater value or effect than any other kind.  So, the greatest advocate for FLR success is and always will be her.  She can embrace it and enhance its effectiveness … or she can ruin the whole thing.

But an agreement that is understood without need for constant display … oh, yes.  When it gets to the point where roles are naturally understood and naturally followed, that is when FLR is at its finest - capable of being whatever she wants it to be.

Now don’t get me wrong, here.  I’m not saying that I don’t want to be controlled, perhaps even forcefully controlled sometimes.  But I would be much more attuned to those displays being about general maintenance, not about her skills with an implement.

I would be fine standing in the kitchen while wearing nothing but an apron as I washed the dishes by hand in the sink.  And I would be doing this because she told me to.  At the same time, she would be in the living room, sitting on the sofa with her feet propped up while sipping a drink I brought to her.  And she would have a direct line of sight to me at all points in time during this.

That’s a scenario that would fuel a level of eroticism, especially if it began to feel like the norm.

I would be fine with folding the clean laundry to perfection, each item of clothing folded perfectly with no wrinkles or anything wrong.  And if she ever found an article of clothing folded improperly, my time over her knee would be well-deserved.

(But I’ll get into OTK in the next entry.)

So the real quest is to find a female who actually wants to discuss the meaning of FLR, as opposed to wielding power she doesn’t actually have yet.


2/12/2018 5:30:54 PM

FLR, CFNM, SPH, MF, OTK, IRL, LTR, Cuck, CHAS ( -tity ), HUM ( -iliation )

I decided I’m going to use my journal to explain why I found interest in each of the acronyms that have made me an acronymboy.

One at a time … and in no particular order.

CFNM (Clothed Female, Naked Male)

I’ve never been someone who has any issues with my body.  I’m 5’10’ and skinny for my height.  But at the same time, I’ve never really taken much notice to my body, in that, I don’t spend a whole of time in front of the mirror.  I put my clothes on and get ready for the day.  That’s it.

And because of this, I am accustomed to being clothed.  That’s why CFNM appeals to me.  It takes me out of my comfort zone.  Most everything on my acronym list takes me out of my comfort zone.

And you know what?  I’m becoming comfortable with that.  LOL

I’m also quite comfortable with the polarizing image of being kept naked while the female remains clothed.  Don’t get me wrong.  A naked female is one of the most beautiful sights in all of creation.

But having her say: “Stand in front of me and take your clothes off.  I wanna watch.”  (O.  I shudder, just typing that.)  Or perhaps having her take my clothes off and then see her smirk when different things cause different reactions …….. well, there’s some beauty in that, too.

There is physical vulnerability.  And this makes me stay close to her, relying on her for security and comfort.

It gives her just a bit more power over me and makes submission feel even more instinctual.

There are plenty of other dream scenarios … of being naked all the time or being naked with many clothed females nearby.  A sense of inferiority warms me over or perhaps it’s really a sense of her supremacy.  But it’s the same thought, just view from her perspective first, as it should be.

I have crazier fantasies still, of being walked like a dog - naked but his collar, while she is dressed to the nines, holding the leash and look down at from over top of her tipped sunglasses.

Her devilish smile is all it would ever take to unravel to the point of feeling naked, even when I’m not.

CFNM is one of my favorite acronyms, for all the reasons that clothing would cover up.


2/11/2018 3:19:01 AM

FLR, CFNM, SPH, MF, OTK, IRL, LTR, Cuck, CHAS ( -tity ), HUM ( -iliation )

I decided I’m going to use my journal to explain why I found interest in each of the acronyms that have made me an acronymboy.

One at a time … and in no particular order.

HUM (-iliation)

I read somewhere that humiliation is often felt when your status is lowered in front of others.

I think there’s an interesting starting point to it.  Whereas, Shame and guilt are things you feel about yourself, humiliation is often how someone else had made you feel.

It is widely viewed as a negative thing.  So … why is it so intoxicating for some?

The boring answer might be that humiliation is so intense that it makes your brain work harder to process the emotion, an arguable but medically documented statement.  Pain and pleasure come from the same part of the brain.  Maybe there’s something to the reason as to why they can be interchangeable.

The more interesting answer might be that humiliation is: suddenly receiving something you wanted and not knowing how to react to it.

People have tried to counsel me on why humiliation is so gratifying to me.  They’ve tried to help me through it, but humiliation isn’t something that has a negative effect of me.  In fact, I crave it more than anything else.

I’ve never been humiliated face to face, but I’ve received a lot of emails where people typed humiliating things to me.  And they weren’t all negative comments.  When I read those messages (and when I go back and re-read them again), I get unique physical reactions from them.

First is the typical male reaction of arousal.  Then I get a slight tightness across my chest, as if I need more oxygen.  Then my scalp tingles, like little bits of electricity are dancing across my skin.  Then I get a mental picture of whatever is being typed to me … almost as if the person typing it was standing right in front of me.

But I can only imagine what it feels like when I hear a voice say it, in a face-to-face fashion.  Oh, what a stimulating fantasy.

Humiliation is still a personal ongoing research topic for me as I really can’t explain why I love it so much.  It would be nice to know why I love it, but then again, if I ever fully understand the reasonings behind my attraction to it … it just might lose its luster.

What I do know is … it is the one thing that ties all of my kinky acronyms together.  It is the rainbow sprinkles on the top of my ice cream.


2/10/2018 2:25:27 AM

FLR, CFNM, SPH, MF, OTK, IRL, LTR, Cuck, CHAS ( -tity ), HUM ( -iliation )

I decided I’m going to use my journal to explain why I found interest in each of the acronyms that have made me an acronymboy.

One at a time … and in no particular order.

CHAS (-tity)

The thought of her being in control of me without her having to be right beside me nurtures so many things, not the least of which being arousal.  It’s a basic and fundamental starting point to produce male submission.  You take away the easiest way he can feel anything pleasurable, the one thing he keeps private.  And without that, his brain is forced to rewire itself.

It starts with being locked up, initially just a playful gesture that has no effect on him.  A typical guy could hold out and not play with himself for several days without losing control.  The heartier souls will man it out a few days more than that.  But every male in the world eventually gets to that point.

And when the first urge he can’t ignore arrives, he suddenly realizes he was denied this surefire pleasure before that urge ever showed up.  Then more urges arrive, with shorter spans of time in between them.  But the denial is ever-present.  He loses touch with his comfort zone, no longer sure where to find it.

She sees this transition happening and always makes certainly to keep his chastity key visible on her necklace.  This reminds him of her absolute control.  And with this reminder, he suddenly becomes even more attentive to her than ever before.  It’s a nice change in him, pampering her and giving her greater comforts.  These actions are ironic encouragement to keep him in chastity.  He is aware of this and it is excruciating for him to think that, whether he becomes a completely different person or remains unchanged, the end result will be the same.

He tries to get her worked up, tries to get her in the mood.  But he is told “no”.  This verbal denial heightens his emotions.  A typical guy is attuned to certain emotions, but now he is becoming overwhelmed with all sorts of new emotions and he fails miserably at handling them.

Here is where her sympathies kick in.  She gives him things to do to distract his mind, long lists of chores that seem never-ending.  And he compliantly does all the chores, with such precision and attention to detail that she praises him for his efforts ……… but she doesn’t unlock him.

Then on some days, she gives him no tasks or chores to do at all, leaving him to have an overactive headful of thoughts.  And with each though, he slowly begins to understand that his actions should not be fueled by the belief of a personal reward.

He begins lavishing her with attention and she finally does get sexual.  He eagerly and passionately keeps his mouth between her legs, her thighs wrapped around his ears as she spasms and quivers.  And afterwards, she is affectionate to him, her mind and body making her feel like she is in a dream world.  Her affections soften her heart, but not her resolve.

His reward?  Another glorious round of teasing.  But this time, she makes him beg her to unlock him.  She tells him she wants to hear the passion in his voice, seeing the helpless tears in his eyes and knowing that he enjoys being wrapped around her fingers.

Then she redirects his pleas, telling him to beg her to not unlock him, to not allow him to orgasm for another week, or another month or however long.  Almost crying like a baby, he begs her to keep him in chastity longer - stunned to hear those words coming out of his mouth.  He is obedient without pause - because the only hope of any release is hanging from her necklace.

Chastity teaches him to appreciate the things he could not have appreciated without the redirection of his thoughts - through a physical control that gets and keeps his attention.


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When I looked at chastity with the above thoughts in mind, it suddenly appealed to me tremendously. Yeah, there’s a strong fantasy element to it, but that of moment of down-to-Earth reality is even stronger.


1/26/2018 8:15:26 PM
Can anyone tell me what SYWGWEKYN stands for? 

It's an acronym for a phrase that practically everyone will know.  Most will be able hum along with the tune, once you figure it out.

1/26/2018 1:29:28 PM
Here's to the beginning of a well-overdue pursuit.
To find the soul that matches wits, is compelling to engage and who owns her grace with a power unyielding.

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 Boston, Massachusetts