There comes a point in the life of every slave when they must acknowledge what they really are. Eventually that mask of normalcy fades away, more melts really, and the slave is left with no choice other than to serve or be obliterated by the pains and rigors of day to day life. There isn't anything wrong with that in and of itself. A slave who serves well knows that eventually the reward will come and even the reward of good service is the reward in and of itself. When you don't understand the meaning of anything any more what do you do? I have heard that question asked a lot and always I have the same answer, give up. Control, for mostr people is too much for them. They don't understand what to do because let's face it, you are conditioned from birth to be a etter slave. They'll tell you that it is to add an organizational leve to what is going on. Stand in line, no talking, no laughing, no learning, just parrot myd answers back at me. Yeah, that's organization alright. To the mind of an organized person there is just this fear of doing anything that doesn't ...

When faggots ask me is I enjoy them or if I like what I do I am forced to wonder if they were ever dropped on their fucking heads. A lot of people seem to have the idea that when you do something for money you have to enjoy them people you work with. Better still are the freaks that actually think that they are a customer and not something to abuse. They have bought into the idea that the customer is always right so whole-cloth that they know that everything else they do is motivated solely on the fact that nothing they do is every going to amount of anything. they actually feel that they are important enough to make demands as if I am proving a service. Allow me to set the record straight right now. if you say you are a slave then it is your purpose to serve and not mine. If you want to serve then you certainly don't get to make demands. If I fucking give you the right to make a decision it is because I trust you will make the correct one without me directly making it for you. that means I don't ...

<!-- @page { size: 8.5in 11in; margin: 0.79in } P { margin-bottom: 0.08in } --> Someone once said that imitation is the sincerest form of flattery and I would be inclined to agree if it weren't for these things popping up every month or so since I started doing work niteflirt. It started out with the first guy who went by the name of Mr. Thickness. Now as funny as I thought he was having to stuff a cucumber or a huge dildo down his underoos so that he looked like he actually had a penis he took it upon himself to try to destroy me as soon as I started. He did this in two ways, first he had his girlfriend call one of my recorded listings to leave me a shitty feedback and then he set up another account that nearly stole my listings word for word. He then called that account from the Mr Thickness account telling everyone what a faggot I was. First of all, two guys who decided they are gonna be friends don't pay to talk to one another and then use that opportunity to talk shit about someone who is infinitely ...

Well it sure has been awhile and I am not going to make a habit of making my absenses so long and complicated. My power is growing and my base is growing, as well as this Church. All that a dirty worthless homo like you needs to realize is that nothing you are going to do is ever going to prepare you for a life of service to Me quicker than by calling Me and getting it straight from the source. I have a plan for all of you and I am the only being worthy of your worship and respect. I deserve nothing but absolute power and control and anyone who says otherwise is obviously too stupid to realize that they themselves are slaves and haven't caught on yet. I don't have time for the meek or the half-hearted. Frankly, what it all boils down to is knowing what buttons to push when to send that house of cards you call your free will to come crashing to the ground and make you understand finally and without lying to yourself that you are a creature. You aren't a human being because you are a ...

I thought for a minute about what I was going to blog about today and I decided to go back to my old style of just making faggots like you feel like shit. Lately there has been a hell of a lot of you little mutants feeling like I somehow owe you something for making you feel validated in your next to useless existences. When we are truly intellectually honest with ourselves we have to accept the fact that no matter what we do there is never going to be a moment in time when I owe any one of you any thing at any time. With that straight you have to know that while at first I thought it was amusing that you make demands of me like I am your friend or like as if by speaking with me you have earned the right to make those kinds of demands but I have one important bulletin to get across to all of you subhuman losers out there. I don't think that it is funny anymore. What does that mean for all of you? Why that's simple, it means that if you somehow manage to breech protocol so badly ...

I was 18 years old the first time I stepped into a bdsm club. Armed with a fake ID and a chip on my shoulder I looked around in awe and wonderment at the fact that there actually was a lifestyle devoted to the kind of life that I already wanted to live. I felt like a golden ticket winner and I was exploring Willy Wonka’s factory for the first time. I saw girls suspended from chains and fetish rooms, a social pecking order, and most of all freedom from the banality of day to day existence, the chance for a submissive to truly express the things that they really wanted out of this world. Then the illusion came crashing down. The more I lurked on the edge of the scene the more I realized how full of shit these people were. I knew that they had no idea what they were doing or talking about the first time I ever talked to one of those Old Guard protocol crazies who tried to explain to me that you don’t ever really know how to dominate unless you have submitted. I’ll be the first one to tell you that if you at any ...

I often wonder for the sake of wondering why a bunch of drooling, whining, and pathetic cocksuckers like you are worth my time. Sure there are perks to the job of being a divinity on earth but can we really assume that any one of you is worth anything in the long ruin to who I am, what I am, and what I do? One of the main ideas that I try to convey to the supplicants is the idea that absolutely none of you are special in any kind of meaningful way. Before you found me you were formless. You were formless because living free and on your own just wasn’t cutting it for you anymore so you had no other recourse but look to a superior being for guidance and control. I am a superior being and not because I wanted to be or because I chose it just because it is what it is. As surely as the stars rest in the sky you can bet your bottom dollar that I will always be infinitely above your lowly station in life. Men and women alike flock to me looking for the answers and for a measure of ...

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GODLING ABOVE ANGELS AND INSECTS   There was a point when the world did not have LORD JOHNNY. It was a sad state of affairs for those that were inferior as they always had to strive but never taste that level of control and POWER that they desired. I was born in 1983; it was an otherwise inauspicious year.   From the time that I was very small I knew what people were for. I saw how weak, pathetic, and stupid they were and I took a great deal of pleasure being the tyrant king of the playground. I wasn’t the biggest, but I was certainly the cruelest and most charming. I managed to endear myself to every facet of authority while using my peers as pawns in a game that only I really understood. From acts of blinding cruelty to acts of altruistic compassion I quickly imposed myself as the top of the food chain.   I have always known that I was different and better than anyone else. It took ME a long time to figure out just how far that could take me.   I was a young adult before I realized that there was much more that I could do to ...

Well, it is high past time I got this website really up and going and I am more than happy to let you all know that the shit storm is far from over. I know there are a lot of you out there who thought that maybe I would show some sign of sympathy and let you all go back out there in a world that you understand all too well now and live your lives like the pathetic mutations that you are but you can’t really be serious.   The fact of the matter remains that there is still oh so much more to give and believe me when I tell you that I will make more than damn sure that you give until it hurts. Nothing makes me happier than knowing that I alone decide your fate and you need To just accept that you never made it on your own and you need me to do it for you.   A lot of people ask me if this path ends in your destruction. I have a lot of faggots and sluts out there who seem to think that destruction is synonymous with the end of your physical form but ...