Here is the short version: It makes my dick hard. There is nothing more beautiful in nature than a woman’s body. It is truly divine! And when you combine that with the evil of a sadist in the same body, literally heaven and hell in one… God-like in her ability to determine your pleasure or agony. Simply amazing. The entirety of the universe contained in one. I doubt anything that follows here would convince a dominant male of the beauty and natural dynamic of being a submissive to a woman. They will instead see it as a search for justification. Perhaps that is what this is. If you read my previous writing on my sexual history, you’ll know my desire to submit to women was well established early on. Much of what follows comes from readings later in my life.
At first blush, most people see a desire for consensual slavery as going ‘against the norm’ of society. The ideal of the rich, powerful businessman is what every man should strive towards after all, right? But I would argue that is a fairly recent social construct. Think back to the time of queens ruling an empire. Egypt, Spain, Russia, England. Serving her gave your life purpose. An identity. Pride. Direction. If not serving a queen, then how about religion in times when religion was as important as country? Think of the missionaries that voluntarily went out into the untamed wilderness to bring their message to the ‘savages’ – often at the cost of their very lives. Sacrifice. Suffering, slavery, to something bigger and more important than your own life.
Still no? Okay, think of the great manor houses of the 18th and 19th centuries where being a servant – probably born into your role because your father was a servant before you and his father before him – was a noble profession. You didn’t see your life a being ruled and dictated too… you saw your life as part of, and supporting a great heritage. Without you doing your small part, the great house and it’s legacy would crumble. (Which is exactly what happened in England after WWII!)
How about being a soldier and serving your country? Mark Anthony, Christopher Columbus, William Wallace. All powerful men from history but they were not rulers! They were men who served a ruler.
A life of service to another does not make you weak or unimportant. You can be great, legendary in fact, and that fact that your greatness elevates the one above you is an end to itself.
When it comes to societal systems, I believe in matriarchy as the better choice. A system in which females hold the primary power positions in roles of political leadership, moral authority, social privilege and control of property.
One sadistic woman’s prospective:
“”Why me?” slave said, especially in the first part of our relationship. And it is a real relationship no matter what the social community says a relationship should be. A defense of that, what a real power-relationship should be-is something I may write about later on. For now we are back to slave and his pathetic predicament.
“Because you are here?”, “Because you put yourself in this situation?”, “Because you are one of those males who have no control over yourself?”
It isn’t what I say. It’s what it is. Karma. Being in the wrong place at the right time. What the Fates will? Because your Karma determines it?
This is where you are. Deal with it. I loved those first months where I watched his male ego melt at my feet. I hope other women can find that joy. “Because you are Mine, slave. Because you are Mine.”
Once Upon a Time slave wasn’t an “it”. It was in transition to an “it” and was exuding loads of energy which I rightfully gobbled up. Slave is my battery. Any sadist knows the elemental structure of how energy works. You find the Battery, fix it in place, and torture it so that it releases karmic sweet stuff to you. In the process the battery suffers but hey, destiny, karma, all that.
I remember the firs time I think slave realized that he was actually becoming my Personal Stress Receptacle. You can see into their soul in such a moment and they can see into yours and watch it spread like a glorious sail in the winds of their frustration and suffering.
The male animal is easy to rewire. Bah bye human brain, hello agony puppet and stress bin. Life is good.”
(NOTE: This page is a work in progress. To be continued…)