faggotjewboy.
It was December 2005. I received an IM from someone. The message simply said “nice pic.” At first I was there like, “WTF? Do I know you?” It was a fortuitous day for him, for me. Turned out that this guy was a self-loathing jew cocksucker. And that was just scratching the surface. Little did I know how submissive this faggotjewboy was at the time. I didn’t ask for him to message me. In fact, my attitude at the time, as well as today, is “Why should I talk to you? What can you do for me anyway?” or better yet, “What does he want from me?” When it comes to sub boys they always seem to want something. “Sir, please train me.” “I want to learn.” “I don’t have experience but I’m service-oriented.” Blah, blah. If I had a dollar for every time a boy opens with a fuckin’ line like that. Oy. But I digress.
Back then I was in the early days of setting up a household with my new slave. I’d just claimed him December 3. The new slave was just getting settled, finding a routine in his new home. Unemployed, not able to get around the city alone, not driving, totally dependent on me. I was his lifeline to everything. He was essentially confined to the house for the first month. Was it fate or just dumb luck that put this faggotjewboy in my face at a time when I was preoccupied with my new possession? And what DID he have to offer me? Why should I waste my time talking to this early 40s jewish bitch boy? It seems time would tell. Not sure he knew then what his future held. But there’s little doubt that I entered his life for a reason–that seems abundantly clear–clear to me, clear to him.
They say everything in life happens for a reason. We don’t always know the reason at the time, but in hindsight it all makes sense.