This is the most difficult post I’ve ever tried to write. You know how you get that feeling like you need to vomit, but you try to push it down, breathe heavily, and attempt to keep it from happening? That’s the feeling I’ve had over the last week and a half as the following story developed right in front of my eyes.
Finally, I need to get it out of me.
I was contacted by a married, middle-aged father named Henry. His unnamed daughter had married an Alpha named Jake and they had some kids. But suddenly the relationship between Henry and his son-in-law changed, and Henry sought my advice.
I am simply going to present these emails in order, with brief commentary in-between.
I have just stumbled across your blog in hope that it could help me with my situation. I couldn’t guide find the answer there, so reaching out for any advice you can give…
Firstly, I don’t consider myself gay, let alone being a fag, but my situation isn’t far off, so really think I can find help in this space. A few years ago, my daughter married my son-in-law, Jake, who is a complete Adonis of a man and complete perfection. I even question how my daughter was able to bag him. As I mention, I’m not gay and never thought this way about a man before, but he’s a complete god… he gets the attention of even the straightest of men.
Originally I always resisted my urge to be submissive toward him, but since my daughter had their first child, I’ve had a lot more reason to be at their house more, to help out with childcare, but always find myself helping out my son in law instead. This only escalated further when they had their second child last year. I go to their house 4 or 5 times a week pretty much to solely serve Jake who works from home, whilst my daughter looks after the children whilst on maternity leave. On days that I go over, Jake even writes a list of jobs for me to do and to be completely honest, I absolutely love it. I try to drop in calling him “Sir” when I pluck up the courage and once I said “you’re lunch is ready Sir” and he said “good boy”, which I found extremely hot. I cook for him, clean the house, do his laundry, ironing, wash his car weekly, mow his lawn, clean the toilet, get his drinks, whatever…
Anyway, my wife is going back to work next week and the children will go to nursery. I was devastated that I may no longer have a reason to go over to help out (and pretty much serve Jake all day), however I recently said to my daughter and Jake that “I guess you won’t need me over to help as much moving forward” and THANKFULLY Jake said that he could still do with me coming over 2 or 3 times a week to keep things in check. I can’t wait to be at home serving him alone and I’m looking for ways to serve him more and to be more submissive. I really need your help with two things: 1. How do I do more for Jake? I want to show him how submissive I am, I’d literally do anything for him, I fantasize about sucking him and licking his ass, but I don’t know if this could ever be reality, and how I’d even get there? What do you think?2. Can I continue being submissive, serving him and even more, without damaging the relationship with him and my daughter? I’m so desperate for him, but don’t want to make a strange situation with my daughter. What do you think?
Forgot to ask one more question… do you think Jake knows and understands that I’m submissive to him and that he’s superior to my inferiority? What do you think he’s making of all this? Sometimes I think he knows I’m pretty much his bitch, but other times, I think he thinks I’m just a really helpful father in law, helping out a young family.
I, of course, told Henry to forget about his daughter’s concerns and pursue this. I also recommended that Henry start cleaning his shoes or kissing his feet.
Thank you so much for getting back to me and for your words of encouragement and advice.
I have been fortunate enough to clean his shoes regularly, as this is often on my list of tasks when I go round. However I have never cleaned them on his feet, I don’t know how I’d go about getting that opportunity? I tried once before to put him in a position where I could massage his feet… I took Jake, my daughter and their sons on holiday to a lodge. One night my daughter went to bed early with the boys and Jake stayed up watching sport, I was obviously on hand to serve his drinks and snacks. He was spread out across the couch and I finally got the nerve to sit on the floor at the end of the couch where his feet were, hoping he might try and push me to massage his feet. After about 10 mins he got up to go to bed. I said “goodnight”, his ass was so close to my face and he let out a huge fart ( it was so hot, I sat silently in amazement – I really think he must have done it on purpose) then he just told me clear up and he went to bed. This has made me pretty nervous about trying to massage his feet again and the opportunity doesn’t arise too much. However, hopefully it will when I start serving him at home alone.
Definitely going to make sure I thank him more often and telling him that I love being useful to him.
I angrily chastised Henry for letting the foot opportunity slip away, and I told him the fart was absolutely intentional and a show of dominance.
Really?! What do you think I should have done in this situation, I really shouldn’t let my nerves get in the way, but I do and then I’m not sure how to progress the situation.
Do I just bluntly ask if he would like a foot massage? I feel like he’d just tell me if he wanted one? Also would I just use my hands or mouth as well? I know I need to push things but just don’t know how?!
Thanks sam, I’m so pleased to hear that you’re sure he knows I’m submissive to him. Like I said, I don’t see myself as a faggot, but honestly, if you want to call me his faggot, I don’t care! I’ll be whatever 😉
I told Henry he should’ve either asked if he could rub his feet, or simply reached out an started rubbing them, of course.
Then came a twist:
Ok thank you, I’m such an idiot. It was a great opportunity, I just get worried that he’ll think I’m being weird.
On another note, thank you for the fantastic advice. When I arrive this morning, Jake walked me through my task list for the day and I said thank you and that I enjoy being of use to him. He didn’t say anything back, but gave me a very proud smile. I know he liked that! SO HAPPY!!
I think you’re right… he surely knows that I’m being submissive to him and I think he plays with me. Just this morning, I cleaned the toilet… he saw me coming out and then went in a took a huge dump. There’s two other toilets he could have used! He then called me to tell me that the toilet needs cleaning. Whilst I was scrubbing it clean, he came back in and said “oh you had already cleaned in here this morning” and I just told him that it was no problem and I love to help. I think he was impressed but just walked out. He really must know he’s got me wrapped around his little finger!
Need the next opportunity to massage his feet. Any more advice you have would be greatly appreciated!
When I heard the story about what Master Jake did with the toilet, my ears perked up and my Spidey senses were on fire. It’s like when you get a really hard pull on your fishing line and you realize you’ve hooked something bigger than a bluegill. I realized we had just hooked ourselves MOBY DICK.
But I had to be careful with Henry. I didn’t want to rattle him. I simply kept him focused on submitting to his Alpha son-in-law.
I’m sorry to keep bothering you, I’m just so new to this and really need your advice and coaching. From yesterday, I really think I’ve made awesome progress and I want to continue, so any advice you gave give would be gratefully received! With all that went on yesterday, I was kept up all night with my heart pounding with thrill and excitement, constantly think over the three things below, which I’d love to get your thoughts on…
1. Is there any possible way that I can get myself into a position to massage his feet without just blunting asking him to? He sits at his desk pretty much all day, I don’t know if I could get reason to go under his desk and then “whilst I’m there” just start massaging his feet. Just don’t know how to do this without it seeming forced?!
2. When I was leaving last night, we were all in the kitchen saying our goodbyes and I asked Jake what days he wanted me over next week (it had previously been mentioned about coming just a few days a week when my daughter and grandkids are back to work / nursery). Jake said why don’t I just come everyday as he’s always got jobs that need doing and it’ll be handy to have me sort his breakfast, lunch, drinks etc. My daughter then said “Jake, he’s not your slave, just come Mon/Wed/Fri or Tues/Thurs”. I love my daughter but I was pee’d off that she stepped in and interfered on something that is totally between Jake and I. I wanted to say that it was fine to come all days but I didn’t want to make it seem to everyone that I was this puppy who was pretty much saying “no, I am his slave”, but that’s totally what I was feeling. Instead I said I’d be over Mon/Wed/Fri, but I really want to bring this up again today and make sure I get the five days, just don’t know how to do it and to stop my daughter interfering?
3. Ok, I’m pretty embarrassed to even say this one, but this one had me up all night with my heart racing! It’s such a strange, weird and new feeling that I’ve never had or even considered before… but essentially, I was cleaning the toilet yesterday after Jake used it. He didn’t flush, which has happened once or twice before, but yesterday, I had a sudden urge to eat what he had emptied into the toilet bowl. I DID NOT DO IT! But I don’t know what this sudden urge was and part of me was kept up all night calling myself an idiot for not taking the opportunity to taste it and to make sure I do it at the next chance… whilst the other part of me is completely disgusted by myself! It’s filthy and unhygienic, and not even sexual… why do I want to eat my son in laws shit?! It’s mental! I don’t know what’s become of me, I want to kill this thought and never think of it again! Have you ever heard of this before?! Please don’t judge and give any advice you can…
This one threw even me! I seriously don’t get surprised much anymore, but I wasn’t expecting this reaction from Henry. Remember, before Jake came into his life he was a straight male, and now here he is considering the idea of eating an Alpha’s shit!
I didn’t recommend that he eat Master Jake’s shit, but I did explain that the URGE to do so is quite natural with subs when confronted or controlled by extremely Alpha Males, Apex Alphas.
As always, this is so helpful, I really do appreciate your guidance and coaching. This is all extremely new to me and feeling things I haven’t felt before and trying to behave in a way I haven’t before!
Ok great, perhaps I will leave it a bit longer before asking him to massage his feet as may be better for the opportunity to present itself more naturally. I also would be extremely nervous to ask in case of rejection.
I’ll definitely look for time alone with him today to ask him if I could come 5 days a week. Funnily enough, when he took me through today’s chores this morning, he joked that he didn’t know how I’m going to get through all my work in just a few days next week. I’m sure he wants me serving him more.
Thirdly, thank you so much for the advice and for being non-judgemental… I am very conflicted with this issue, don’t know what to do and why I’m having this urge. It’s so interesting that you think he could have done this on purpose to put me in this position! Does that mean he wants me to eat his shit? If so, of course I’ll do it in a heartbeat! But really don’t what is happening here! He tends to go to toilet after lunch, so may happen again this afternoon… if he leaves it for me again, does that mean he’s looking for me to eat it? Should I? I don’t want to disappoint and obviously this could be a great way of showing my inferiority?
Thanks again and if you can advise any more, this would be so helpful. Especially if the situation is going to repeat again this afternoon.
Lucky to have you brother.
I reassured him.
Awesome, glad we’re on the same page and SO PLEASED that this was hopefully a show of his dominance and part of him “breaking me” I guess.
I came over this morning so prepared to be as courageous as possible, and was going to pluck the courage to ask Him whether he had owned slave before and ask if I could massage his feet, as you previously suggested. But was really thrown when I arrived…
He told me yesterday that he wanted McDonalds breakfast this morning but with Starbucks coffee and pastries from the bakery, so I left nice and early to drive all around to pick up these bits, but must have been quicker than I thought as got to their place about 15 mins early. When I arrived, my daughter was on the driveway but with my twin sons too. My heart was racing as I was sure they were going to confront me about my recent behavior and to address what’s going on. Fortunately, I had a nice reception, I hadn’t seen my sons for a couple of months and they were pleased to see me. I suggested we all go in and have a coffee together (as we’re not together all that often) but my boys said they had to leave and my daughter told me that Jake was up in bed still and that I was sent up as soon as I got there. With that I sped up to his room with the bags of food and drink and told him “reporting for service, sir” which I think he liked.
Now this was the first time I’ve been given the pleasure of greeting my Master in his bed and my god, he is a complete Adonis. I couldn’t keep my eyes of him, I can’t even remember if I drooled a bit. He is simply a god. He’s just so big in all ways, I think his biceps are twice the size of my thighs! He was wearing some y fronts which really showed him off and I couldn’t stop staring (I thought I’d done all his laundry but never seen y front before, I’m usually cleaning trunks). Whilst he ate, we went through my duties for the day. I also asked why my twin boys had come over, and he reminded me that they’d come over to watch the football last night together and since they’d had a few drinks, they stayed over – phew, what a relief! I apologized as he had actually mentioned this yesterday or the day before.
He ate all of his breakfast himself, but thankfully there was a bit of bacon fat that took his dislike and there was a beautiful moment where he picked this out of his mouth and held it out to me. Eating from the hand of my Master was such a gift. I’m so pleased this sort of thing becomes a standard, it makes me feel like I’m really His.
Anyway, he then had to get up and he went into the en suite. My jaw dropped and I didn’t take my eyes off him. I then stripped his bedsheets and started tidying the room, when he opened to en suite, poked his head out and threw those gorgeous y fronts at me to be cleaned. It was a gift from heaven. But leaves me with a dilemma, I just want to keep and treasure these for always, but the father-in-law in me tells me I’m here to do a job and I should stick to that and only do things that I’m told. It’s like I’ve got an animal in me who just wants to eat his shit, steal his dirty underwear, etc. But then the father-in-law in me telling me that He is my son in law and I’m here to just simply follow his instructions. I’m very much forcing and controlling myself to be the father-in-law but and know if I can keep that animal inside and what will happen if I keep just bottling it up. It’s so hard!
Of course, underwear snatching and scat are well known fetishes for experienced faggots, but for Henry this was like stepping onto Mars. I calmed him down. Anyway, I was more interested in the food-feeding, which is a highly unusual thing.
I know… I completely missed the opportunity and it was because I was so on edge about the situation with the twins being here too. I really thought I was going to be confronted and it completely went off my mind to ask to massage his feet and ask about previous slaves!
I have taken the underwear out to my car and hidden it away but I kept thinking he is going to question where they’ve gone or realize what I’ve done… it’s very nerve-racking! I’m just about to serve lunch and keep questioning whether I unleash my inner animal and feast on his logs as I so desire, or whether I let the father-in-law take over as normal. From what you say below, it seems that it’s normal to have these feelings and cravings and that I just be brave and take the opportunity when it presents itself. What do you think?!
The way I’m feeling at the moment, I’m going to dive right in today! I don’t know!
While I was encouraging him to be brave, I received this:
I DID IT! I am in complete euphoria and ecstasy and finally feel like I’ve been released. THANK YOU for your words of encouragement below, I couldn’t have done without you. Also this was largely more doable as it’s just Master and I in the house… hopefully it shows I can do it in this situation so next week is going to the start of something brilliant!
I served my Master a couple of burgers for lunch today and dutifully cleared up whilst he ate. He left a few unwanted bits of food on the plate which he said I could have but I politely declined and cleared up as Master continued his routine of retiring to the toilet. A good 30 min later Master told me that “it’s ready for you now”. As is becoming the norm now, he hadn’t flushed and I was presented with the most incredible and wonderful meal. After clearing out the toilet paper, I promised myself to devour the content. Two huge logs and accompaniments… I still can’t believe how majestic and heavy each log was, it took me about 15 mins to devour each one, but my god, it was amazing. The greatest moment of my life.
I know I was in there for an awkwardly long amount of time. But the more concerning after thought was that of course I have no toothbrush or anything to clean my mouth. I scraped my tongue with my teeth over and over, but my mouth is still looking a bit brown. I’m pretty sure I’ve got all the shit out of my teeth, but I just feel like I stink of shit and can taste it in my breath. Petrified He’s going to find out, so although I promised myself to also ask to massage his feet this afternoon, I’m not going ahead with this. I think I need to keep out of his way so he can’t see or smell it on me! There’s always tomorrow.
Without your words of wisdom below, I could never have done this. THANK YOU for the words of encouragement and for telling me to be bold and brave. Hopefully, no more sleepless nights constantly thinking over what I should or shouldn’t do!
Just for the record, I never encouraged him to eat Master Jake’s shit.
I don’t know how long I sat there staring at that email in abject shock. Ultimately, I was so touched by Henry’s sense of wonder and joy over this event that I could do nothing except congratulate him.
Now I began pressing Henry to really push Master Jake about any ownership of faggots in the past. I was fairly certain Master Jake had owned faggots at some point, because many of these behaviors are atypical for Men who have never owned or used faggots before.
THANK YOU! Again for all the help you’ve given me in getting me to this point. I’m seriously the happiest I’ve ever been. Yesterday was the BEST day of my LIFE! I pretty much had His y fronts plastered to my face from when I got home to when I woke this morning. OMG … the smell, it’s so addictive, how is that possible?! And the best part is that I could taste his shit all night, if I burped, the flavor was even more intense and beautiful. How can a Man’s shit taste so good? Honestly would say it’s the best thing I’ve taste, so rich and intense. And my god was it filling… I was so bloated all of yesterday afternoon and evening, I haven’t eaten dinner or breakfast. Was so comforting to know I have a bit of my Master in me and awesome to know that his waste is energizing me today. I am blessed.
I was in such euphoria yesterday, I didn’t even update you on the afternoon events… I know you’re going to be impressed…
So, my aim was to stay out of his way yesterday afternoon… I was pretty sure I stunk of shit, but anyway, Jake had other plans… mid-afternoon, He said he needed to cut loose and told me to drive him to the gym. His smell when he got back in the car was incredible. Anyway, on the way home, he said it was a great session but he needed to kick back when we got home. Then I SAID IT! I said if he wants to kick back with a beer, I’m good to rub his feet. He said “you’re on” and the rest is history. It was so natural and not forced, really beautiful. He watched some shows and did not really pay much attention to me, but for that time, his feet were MY WORLD.
It must have been 45 mins or an hour and then my daughter got home with the kids. I backed off and he told me “stay”. When she came in, I was on my knees at the end of the coffee table with his feet facing me… I was a rabbit in the headlight, but she didn’t make it awkward or difficult or anything, which I really appreciated. He asked about her day, she about his, kids came in running about and he just gently kicked me with his foot which I took as a signal to continue. It felt so normal and easygoing. When the conversation was over, it was time for their family dinner and I was long outstayed my normal welcome. He said “get off my feet now” and went off for dinner and I headed home for an amazing evening replaying the events of the day!
I am mildly concerned he would’ve picked up on the fact I stunk of his ass and shit… we were in a car together! YIKES. I only realized when I got home, how intense I must’ve smelt. But honestly don’t think it’s anything to worry about at this stage! I’m the happiest man in the world!
I was so very proud of my new brother’s development! Still, I kept pressing Henry to ask about the use of faggots, and that he should specifically use the term “faggot.”
Thank you, I’m super proud of myself too. I never knew I could be this happy and that I could serve such an incredible Apex Alpha. It’s made me feel so much more confident and strong!
Thank you for the new assignments, I didn’t receive them before I arrived this morning, so missed out on the first opportunity. YES THAT’S RIGHT, I massage His feet again… and MORE! My daughter answered the door this morning and sent me straight up to Master with His breakfast and coffee. He was in bed again and told me to massage his feet whilst he ate and took me through today’s jobs. My grandkids came in too, which was really lovely as allowed to be open and talk honestly. Jake and my daughter had clearly had a chat with them as they came in to tell me that “you work for my daddy”, “daddy is your boss”, “you have to do as daddy tells you”… and I was able to openly tell them that was right. I feel free that this is all open and normal. My daughter seems very cool too 🙂
When he had enough of his foot massage, he said that before I start my work today, he need help with grooming. I couldn’t have dreamed this amazing opportunity, but I was task with razor shaving his ass crack. I was so desperate to get a glance of cock, but he kept well covered at the front as he leant on the window sill and I shaved his ass. He really does have the most beautiful ass, so muscular. It smelt amazing and was so incredible to be in there. He let out a couple of fart, which was such a cool experience and then he asked me “do you want to eat lunch after me again today?”. I was a bit shocked and panicky and said “I don’t know”. What do you think he meant, do you think he knows?
Anyway he went off to shower and he’s been in meetings all morning. I’m serving up a late lunch shortly. But don’t know if I should feast again after his lunch again today. I bought a toothbrush again in case. I don’t know, what would you do? I’m addicted and so desperate to have that flavour perhaps all over the weekend!
I’m wondering if I work on the tasks you set below this afternoon? But is it a bit desperate to ask to massage his feet again in the same day? I think I’ll ask about owning other servants or something… as he might think I’m calling myself a faggot. Would it need to be faggot?
I think I fell off my chair when I read this. Master Jake had Henry – his FATHER-IN-LAW, remember – shave his ass crack for him?!?!?
I was completely apoplectic and now in desperate need of clarification. Now I was really hammering away at Henry to be really bold with Master Jake and ask some critical questions because I was sure something what going on.
And then, the hammer dropped:
I’ve left early today and with mixed emotions, your perspective is always greatly helpful and appreciated…
The GOOD news, another full toilet bowel, another full stomach (a bit too full- honestly don’t know how that boy packs that away in him, just one shit fills me up for the day). Oh and by the way… he clearly knows I’ve been eating his shit, as when he came out of the toilet today, I was still clearing up the kitchen and he said “yours is ready now”… I think it sounds like he knows?
Anyway, my daughter tells me that Jake needs another foot massage! GREAT NEWS! I dash upstairs as quick as possible as Jake is sat upright on the bed with headset on as he’s on a teleconference. He looks at me and nods to his feet so I kneel straight down, take off his shoes and socks and go to town. Every now and then he taps his foot on my arm to tell me to change foot and then I start licking one foot whilst rubbing the other… he didn’t complain! Lucky me! I lick between all of his toes, which was tasty, but my favorite was scraping the hard skin on his heels with my teeth as I could really taste it.
Then I said it… “have you ever owned any faggots sir?”. He asked, “so you’re a faggot” and I said I don’t know (I didn’t know what to say as I thought I was beta but know you said I best say faggot). Then comes the bombshell…the BAD news… I don’t know how this is possible and am trying to believe it’s not true… but he tells me that yes he has owned faggots, for over 10 years! My twin sons! To be fair they were friends from their teenage years and were the ones who introduced Him to my daughter. He said that he has owned them since they were 16 … but I knew they had girlfriends and things until they were in their 20s?! Apparently, they come round occasionally to serve him and on game nights, he always gets them round like this week. They apparently each have a dedicated foot that they worship. My daughter has always known that he owned them even before they were together so that’s the norm for them and actually why they stayed over the other day so they could explain to her in the morning, that she needs to allow me to be owned by Jake too. They explained that no one is trying to steal Jake, but because they work and I’m retired, it’s best to get me onboard as more of a 24/7 slave. He said it’s always been his master plan to “complete the set” and “own the whole family”.
Honestly it made me feel a bit sick to think that he has done this to our whole family. As he was speaking, I told him I was finished and had to go, but he said I needed to scrap his other heel with my teeth. After doing that, he said he’ll see me Monday and I said sure. But honestly thinking no way that is happening now.
I feel so cheap and used and that he’s destroyed my whole family and my twin sons’ futures. It’s like he’s got us all under the thumb. That said I’m full to the brim with his shit, I can taste his ass, shit, feet in my mouth (which is still an incredible flavor) and feel totally succumbed to Him.
I admire him but just think it’s sadistic and gone too far to do this to an entire family.
Any words of support or advice would be greatly appreciated. I know I’ve probably got to end this…
In all of my travels in the world of BDSM, my service to very powerful Apex Alphas, or even running this gigantic website with all of the bizarre true stories I’ve covered over the years, I’ve never even imagined something like this ever happening.
I could hear the devastation in Henry’s words, the shame and humiliation he was feeling as he contemplated how thoroughly this one Apex Alpha god has consumed and taken ownership of his entire family. I felt sorry for my new brother.
Then, like a good faggot, the reality settled in and Henry began to accept the truth.
I’m feeling SO much better about the situation and have found resolve.
Jake sent the twins over to talk to me this afternoon. They made me realize how stupid I’m being… my family is owned, I have no power over any of this anymore, so there is no choice to be made. My sons have been owned for 12 or more years, he’s my daughter’s husband and father of my beautiful grandchildren. They explained that I can’t crumble his empire now and they’re certainly not leaving it. They said he has worked so hard to acquire us all and it would be wrong of me to not submit and obey at this point, now that he has truly conquered the whole family. I think they’re right. Who am I to step in his way…
This way we stay as one family in the stable of a rightful and impressive owner snd master. My kids all think their mother would be extremely proud of the solidarity we’re showing and so happy that we’ll remain so close. I think this is rather beautiful, it’s going to be great to work side by side with my family and for a common purpose to serve the same.
I’m really happy with how discussions went today snd have such a clear mind. I sent a message back with them that I’m so so happy to be owned by him and really cannot wait to continue my service on Monday. Hope he forgives this silliness!
I’m sure you’ll agree this is the right way forward …
Honestly, I don’t really know how to feel about it all. I’m glad that my brother has found peace within this new arrangement and the resolve to make it work for the sake of his family. And frankly, Master Jake seems to be almost omnipotent in his ability to own and control lesser humans, so they will likely be cared for well and protected.
All I know is that this is probably the most extreme example of the power of Hierarchy I could ever imagine, let alone experience and describe.
I am working on Henry to introduce me to Master Jake (who doesn’t know of my existence in this tale as far as I know). We’ll see how that goes.
I just really had to stop and get this story out in the open. It was rapidly becoming so huge that I couldn’t carry it anymore.