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Submissive
It is once again assigned a utilitarian drone aesthetic
December 18, 2025 at 3:05 PM
Next year this whole place will be a Spirit Halloween
The U.S. is giving dying mall vibes.

I can't explain it, but you know I'm right.
December 18, 2025 at 4:58 AM
"prove it" SIR says
"prove it" Partner says

It feels failure cascade, one upon another...

How can it prove what it is?
December 12, 2025 at 6:14 PM
Beat poets.

Or, better yet, break it to them gently. Ease them in, slowly, and then take guidance from the time out admonition and use your words, not your fists.

Land your blows, the bruises will go much deeper and if they're a half decent poet they will appreciate the irony
December 9, 2025 at 6:07 AM
Foods that, at the right moment, can unlock Christ consciousness:

Pizza
Ginger Snap Cookie
Lemon Curd
The Dust That Accumulates At The Bottom Of Any Of A Number Of Sweetened Breakfast Cereals
Cream Cheese Wonton
December 9, 2025 at 5:08 AM
Where Ismael followed in knowledge, Isaac did in ignorance

When they came from near and far at the end, did they reminisce over freshly turned soil? One about the journey there and the other about the journey back

For each, the final conversation with His father, and the first
December 9, 2025 at 4:38 AM
"how else do you expect the boulder to get up there?"

He had some words, the general idea was that only the Young ask why. Old Men know better than to ask

He figured others did the job before Him and if He quit, someone would have to take over

"Besides, what else am I doing? I've got forever"
December 9, 2025 at 4:16 AM
In the end, all they tell you is that Icarus fell.

His little broken body can't elaborate. But it suspects He would talk about the view

The warmth of the sun, the world unfurling, the wings giving way

But how could He hold a grudge when he saw the shimmer on the waves?
December 9, 2025 at 4:11 AM
The fantasy of submission is complete surrender. Every decision belongs to someone else. Every action, thought, belief dictated to it. A level of control that would be impractical to have fully exercised. But always pushing, flying too close to that sun.
December 9, 2025 at 4:04 AM
Did an hour driving Uber eats this morning for SIR
November 15, 2025 at 2:42 PM
It made a purchase today to support thc beverage ecosystem. Getting chill high for a good cause. It enjoys going to the liquor store, hasn't had much reason since it stopped drinking a decade ago
Leave our breweries alone.
November 13, 2025 at 11:44 PM
Got off its ass and scheduled COVID vaccine booster tomorrow. Dr didn't have any in stock when it got the flu shot a few weeks back.

@tim-ash.bsky.social collar has been back on the last few days. Helps remind it that people care about it for reasons it can't understand
November 12, 2025 at 5:01 AM
Reposted by Pugsley
Pedro and I are here today, so come say hello and buy a book! - Michael
November 11, 2025 at 8:36 AM
It's feeling this
He doubts while waiting. Doubt is part of a boy’s growth. It’s not just normal, it’s good. It forces him to face his need to submit, to reaffirm his true nature. Obedience means more when it’s chosen again, even through fear.
#gaybdsm #bdsm #gayslave #discipline #humiliation
November 9, 2025 at 2:51 PM
Three paths before it tonight. Each one has pros and cons. It'll be chilly but not cold, maybe some rain and a bit of snow but nothing more than annoyance. It has interest in what it does, so does SIR.
November 7, 2025 at 8:22 PM
It broke and turned on the heat.
November 7, 2025 at 12:10 PM
It did what it had to today. It needs to get over its anxiety with Uber eats. It declined so many orders because the pick up or drop off were in parking difficult areas. It needs to be more open to challenges. Dorky half smile and tied eyes included at no cost
November 7, 2025 at 3:47 AM
SIR tells it to drive Uber eats tonight. It asks how long it must do it. It is told to make SIR happy.

How long can it go? When it wants to go offline, how much fortitude can it gather to take one more delivery? And one more after that? Hours?

Can it please SIR? Or is failure its fate
November 6, 2025 at 7:50 PM
Imperfect Haiku

I didn't love you
then. I don't love you now. I
will never love you.

#poetry
November 6, 2025 at 6:22 AM
Its therapist says it needs to want things

It wants to be HIS servant

It wants to be HIS simp

HIS minion, HIS goon, HIS henchman

It wants to be inferior to HIM, looking up in reverence

It wants to be low to elevate HIM

Degraded for HIS Glory
November 6, 2025 at 6:02 AM
What would life be like if it was more confessional on here? If it really started itself, not obfuscated by tired gen X cynicism or overwrought analysis, would it find connections, even maybe an audience? Or will it scream into the void?

Don't think, just do
November 6, 2025 at 5:44 AM
Accepting what it is, its place, can be difficult.

SIR may choose to devote its life to anything HE chooses. It will love it because SIR gave it to it.

Mundane. Unpleasant. Or perhaps toiling in opposition to something it once held dear.

It is and does as SIR commands.
November 6, 2025 at 5:30 AM
It is feeling feelings right now.
November 6, 2025 at 5:10 AM
Its time is SIR's to waste.
Its effort is SIR's to put into pointless tasks.
Its thought and interest is devoted to topics SIR commands.
Its will is subsumed to SIR's.
Its body and mind are tools in service of SIR.
it is crushed so SIR can expand.
It is object.
It is inferior.
November 6, 2025 at 4:00 AM