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| I am still learning what it means to surrender. I have spent my life in a world where control, independence, and personal freedom were paramount. But somewhere, deep down, I always knew that something was missing. A void I couldn’t fill, no matter how much I achieved or how many desires I pursued on my own terms. It wasn’t until recently that I discovered submission, that true submission is not just about what I give, but about how I give it. How willingly I can offer myself, stripped of ego and pride, to be shaped, molded, and used.
Chastity was my first step. The lock isn’t just a physical object; it’s a mental cage that strips me of autonomy. The first time I locked myself away, I was nervous and excited. But now, the cage feels like a tether, reminding me that my pleasure isn’t for me anymore. I should be bound by someone else’s will. Every day spent locked is a day I am learning to live in my limits. The slow, drawn-out denial has already begun to alter the way I think and feel.
I crave the sensation of chains, of being bound and restrained, my body entirely dependent on someone else. I’ve only begun to explore chain bondage, but I can already feel the way it transforms me. I lose control the moment the chains are clipped into place, unable to move freely, unable to act without permission.
Enforced nudity is still an unfamiliar discomfort, but I am beginning to see its beauty. The discomfort of being exposed has been a humbling experience. I feel raw and vulnerable, stripped of my identity and forced to exist solely for the gaze and command of another. I am learning that exposure is not just physical; it is emotional and mental.
But submission isn’t just about physical restraint. It’s about obedience, learning the rhythms of another’s desires, following their every word and movement with absolute precision. I know I am far from perfect, still struggling with the urge to rebel, to think for myself, to resist. But when I obey, there’s a stillness inside me that I’ve never felt before, a quiet satisfaction that comes from being completely right in my submission.
I am also beginning to discover the beauty of domestic servitude, the quiet tasks that mark my submission, the cleaning, organizing, and serving that require both humility and devotion. I want to serve, not as a task to be completed, but as a way of existing. I want to prove my worth in the small, seemingly insignificant things. The way I present myself, the way I carry out instructions with care and focus, the way I exist to be useful to someone else. I think of myself simply as another appliance in the home.
Kinks Include:
Chastity: This is my foundation, and it’s where my submission begins. I am still learning what it feels like to be locked away for extended periods, to be made aware of my own arousal but denied release. There is both discomfort and clarity in this denial. It is a constant reminder of my place, and I am beginning to feel that my pleasure belongs not to me, but to whoever holds the key. I am looking for someone who can help me explore the depths of this control, whether it’s through teasing denial or long-term training in restraint.
Chain bondage: There’s something intrinsically powerful about being bound in chains. The weight, the restriction, the sounds. When I’m chained, I am nothing more than an object. A property. A vessel for someone else’s will. I want to experience more advanced forms of chain bondage, being restrained not just for play, but as a way to live. I want to be trained in how to exist in these restraints for hours, days, even longer. I want to lose myself in the weight of the chains, in the immobility they bring, until I no longer think of myself as someone who moves freely, but as someone whose only purpose is to remain bound.
Enforced nudity: Being made to remain exposed at all times has taught me a deep sense of vulnerability. I am learning that nudity is not just about being bare, but about being seen. The discomfort of this exposure, the lack of any shield between myself and the world, pushes me to confront every part of myself that I’ve tried to hide. I want to be trained in how to live in this state, to not just endure it, but to embrace it. To lose all sense of shame, and to be proud in my obedience and willingness to be vulnerable.
Obedience training: I am still new to obedience. I know that true submission is in the letting go. Every time I obey without hesitation, I feel a small victory inside. I want to continue training, to become so ingrained in my obedience that my first instinct is to serve, to follow, to please. I need a Dominant who is patient, who will correct me when I fail but also reward me when I succeed, showing me how satisfying true obedience can be.
Position training: I understand that my body is not mine to move as I wish. I am learning that every position I hold is an act of submission. Kneeling. Standing. Bent over. Every position, every posture, is a reminder of my place. I am still learning to hold these positions without strain, to embrace the discomfort of remaining still. But I crave the discipline that comes with this training—the ability to become perfect in my submission.
Milking: There is something humbling in the idea of being used for someone else’s pleasure, being emptied, drained, for their satisfaction. I haven’t fully explored milking, but the thought of being reduced to a tool for someone else’s desire excites me. It’s a new frontier I want to explore further. The thought of being rendered helpless, unable to control the process, appeals to me in ways I don’t fully understand yet.
Domestic servitude: In many ways, the act of serving in a domestic capacity is just as powerful as any physical restraint. I crave the opportunity to exist solely to please, whether through cleaning, cooking, organizing, or fulfilling the smaller needs of someone who holds dominion over me. There is something grounding in these acts—something that reminds me that submission is in every moment, in every act of service. |
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