With a true faggot, total submission is everywhere you look. It’s in his arms, raised over his head, out of his Superior’s way. They aren’t interfering, they aren’t distracting, and they are nowhere near his soft little faggot dick. It’s in his legs, held back and spread wide to expose his faggot cunt, making it completely available for the Superior’s pleasure. It’s in that little faggot dick forgotten, soft, pointless. It’s in that faggot cunt, raised to just the right height, just the right angle, to maximize the convenience for his Superior. And it’s in his face, his eyes. The faggot doesn’t try to hide anything. He lets his need show. His need to submit, his need to be used, his need to show his obedience, his need to worship, his need to know he is pleasing his Superior, his need to be allowed to completely be his true self, the faggot that he is. There is so much gratitude in that face, gratitude for being allowed to submit.