Your Sub Can’t Serve You If He’s Dead

Let me be blunt, because I don’t have time for subtlety: your submissive is not immortal. He is not invincible, and no amount of devotion, humiliation, or kneeling at your feet can save him from a failing heart, neglected prostate, or decades of avoidable self-abuse.

I’ve lived long enough and served long enough to watch more than one man fall apart before his time. And I’ve loved long enough to refuse to let my Cody be one of them.

Yes, I still keep him on his knees. Yes, he still worships me with that same eager tongue and those same strong hands he always has. But the truth is, our dynamic has changed. We are both older now. I’ve learned that owning a man means more than collaring him. It means protecting him. Claiming responsibility for his whole self, including the parts that might one day try to give out.

So this is your wake-up call. This is your reminder. Your sub cannot serve you if he’s dead.

Aging Is Not the End of Service—It’s the Deepening

If you’re lucky, you’ll grow old together. I have. And I can tell you, it’s not about slowing down. It’s about going deeper. There is a beautiful kind of submission that comes from long-term devotion—the way he listens more closely now, the way his body softens and opens with a maturity that no 25-year-old brat ever could offer.

But none of that matters if he won’t take care of himself.

He has to stretch. He has to walk. He has to drink more than coffee and wine. He has to get his blood pressure checked. He has to stop hiding from the doctor because he’s afraid of being touched somewhere “uncomfortable.” You touch him there all the time. Why shouldn’t a trained professional?

Health Neglect Is Not Masculine. It’s Dangerous.

I’ve had subs confess they “didn’t want to be a burden” or “didn’t think it mattered.” I’ve had men admit they’d rather take a punishment than schedule a checkup. You need to stop that thinking before it kills them.

This is not about being harsh. It’s about being real. High blood pressure doesn’t care how obedient he is. Prostate cancer won’t wait for you to give permission. Diabetes will keep advancing even if he swears he can still take care of you.

If you love your boy, you tell him to get checked. You tell him to take his meds. You make him accountable.

Make Wellness Part of Your Power

In my house, Cody has protocols. They’re not optional, and they’re not sexy, not on the surface, anyway.

• He sends me a photo of his morning meds, taken with water.
• He reports his daily walk, even if it’s slow and sore.
• He has a sleep curfew. I don’t care what game is on.
• He logs his checkups and lab results, and yes, I read them.

It’s not nagging. It’s structure. He follows these rituals with the same respect he shows my collars, my tasks, my rules. Because in our dynamic, health is not self-care. It’s submission.

When the Worst Happens, You’ll Want to Know You Tried

I’m not writing this to scare you. I’m writing it because too many of us are too silent about aging, illness, and loss. And when it comes, you’ll want to know you did everything you could to keep him whole, strong, and in your service.

Because there’s nothing more heartbreaking than watching a man you love waste away because no one told him to take his blood pressure seriously.

So tell him. Command him. Schedule the damn appointment for him, if you must. Put your voice behind his wellness and don’t let it go quiet.

This is love. This is ownership. This is Femdom with eyes wide open.

I want my Cody with me for decades to come. I want his soft moans and his trembling obedience, his aging skin and loyal heart. I want the privilege of watching him serve me into old age.

And to every Domme who’s reading this: don’t wait until it’s too late. You own his body. So protect it.

Because he cannot kneel for you if he’s gone.