Rioja

THE HIGH-END SUBMISSIVE

This submissive often emerges quite young. This submissive is most often a female. S/he will generally be quite bright, articulate, charming, loving, giving, career oriented, willful. None of these characteristics will identify or reveal this submissive's truth. Often this submissive will learn very early to mask their truth. They will recognize in terror it's potentials and will often take serious measures to obscure any hint of their true nature to those around them. With some they will spend enormous amounts of time watching television and movies to 'pattern' normal behavior based on what they see. This is a form of self-training or self-shielding. They will often be extremely well read for the same reason. They instinctively know that survival requires for them to be 'invisible'.

These masks can be enormously effective, allowing this submissive to manage themselves without attracting the true attention of others. It is common for some high-end submissives to create alternate persona's to 'deal' with the outer world. They will usually have a 'defender' personality that will appear to be quite Dominant. Often this defender will be loud spoken, aggressive and almost pathologically defensive. Many submissives will actually name this defender. They will generally have a 'normal' persona as well. This will usually take on their given name and will incorporate enough of the defender personality to maintain a wall or safety zone for the inner self. The core being or true self will hide. Often the submissive will not fully name this core, almost believing that if they should name it then someone will find it, summon it/them forth, expose them.

I am not talking about a split-personality here. Not talking about a mental 'disorder'. The submissive is fully aware of what they have done and why. Their life is an ongoing challenge of survival. They know all sides of themselves. They know what they are hiding.

The High-End Submissive is not a volunteer. When in the presence of an 'expressing' Dominant male or female this submissive will feel 'compelled' to respond. This is not a thought or voluntary choice. The best way I can describe it is on a primal or instinctive level. When I say 'expressing Dominant' I am describing any individual who is in the midst of a strongly emissive Dominant event. All human's appear to me to have Dominant and submissive sides. They seem to be simply 'stronger' in one of these sides. Any individual may become involved in a situation which brings out this Dominant side. This often occurs in a violent way. When we are children it may happen in a school yard squabble or scuffle. Body chemistries triggered by fear and excitement are often components of accentuating the 'Dominant Energy' which will be emitted by the individual within the event.

As a child the High-End Submissive may find themselves literally throwing themselves physically between two fighting persons. The reaction is spontaneous and terrified. The submissive 'needs' the Dominant to stop . . . to control. In addition this submissive will often 'express' submission. No threat. Calm. The apparent intent is to deflect the Dominant energy, summon or return the Dominant to control of themselves. The interface of unexpected submissive energy will often 'shut down' the explosive or violent scene. Sometimes the submissive will go so far as to 'draw' the 'energy' of the Dominant and they may find themselves within the whirlpool of uncontrolled violence of a Dominant out of control. This reaction or response is irrational to many outside viewers. After the event ends the submissive may find themselves verbally chastised by friends and family for the stupidity of what they have done. This second companion experience often serves to isolate the submissive from these same friends or family as they cannot readily explain what has happened to them or why. This type of event is 'how' most high-end submissives get their first taste of themselves.

Early on they become experts at management. They learn how to cope with sudden space events. (A High-End Submissive to some extent lives 'in-space' the majority of the time). They learn how to make jokes about speech gaps, slurring, detachment. Often they may allude to being trashed (although they have imbibed no alcohol or drugs). They learn how to recognize and exit the presence of a Dominant without openly expressing their true nature. They manage. Their greatest fear and desire is to be recognized, properly identified.

The advent of the Internet created new opportunities for these submissives and new problems. Their patterning and masks are primarily constructed through physical actions and responses. The limitations of the Internet to written communication may tend to strip away some of their hard won defensive systems. The sudden ability to be 'open' or free to express their inner self often leads to a false sense of security based on the illusionary anonymity of the Internet. The submissive may throw themselves happily into the safety of the Internet experience not truly realizing that their peculiar state will continue to make them vulnerable, perhaps even more so in this subtle venue. This high-end submissive is reactive to many things. Dominant energy, command structures, the Voice, directive inflection and other things are coupled to their intense 'need' or desire to be their true self making them susceptible in a whole 'new' way. These Dominant traits can and are expressed in the written word. The submissive having 'learned and patterned' through extensive reading is now vulnerable to something that was never interactive before. What was part of their defenses now reveals itself to be a gate for the unwary. I want to restate at this point that the real high-end submissive is 'quite' rare. Many if not all submissives share 'some' of a high-end submissive's traits. Few submissives are truly auto-responsive and subject to nonconsensual access and manipulation by a Dominant. Most submissives have sufficient personal shielding to resist access and the capacity to rationally consider decisions in addition to the decisive ability to say simply, No!

One final thing to really confuse things. I have a category which I call the 'Authentic Submissive', I also call these persons 'full out or true Submissives'. This is the submissive who is auto responsive. When in top space they can and may appear to be at any level of the submissive listed above. Upon entering sub-space they lose the ability to do anything but obey. This is an automatic response. They are unable to control the response. It has been my lifelong opinion that these submissives are the 'natural slaves', they have a capacity and range far exceeding the non-auto-responsive submissive. By the way, when I find one of these quite rare authentic submissives, I am instinctively very protective of them. They are the most vulnerable members of this community

So, You think you want a smart sub?

So You think You'd like to take on a really smart submissive? 
Are You up for it? 
Are You sure?
Are You the Man for the job?
Let's look at this.

A really smart woman who also happens to crave submitting to her Dom (or being a slave to her Master) can be a bit of a challenge to handle. She certainly doesn't mean to be, it's just how she's wired. She is probably in a position of power in her career where she's used to taking charge, giving orders, making sure things are done just so. She's used to assessing a situation, analyzing the problems presented and coming up with a satisfactory solution to getting the job done. She has a talent for seeing through the bullshit and getting to the heart of the matter.

Carry this over into her D/s relationship This smart woman will see right through the wannabe Dom. She has no patience for posers and impostors, she wants the real thing. She doesn't suffer fools gladly, she likes smart, educated Men. She needs them. A wannabe dom will never get a handle on her, will never be able to control her, she will never respect him as she is able to see through his bluster and posturing. She recognizes someone who has learned to say all the right words and go through all the right motions but it's all an act. She knows it. She won't waste her time on these men. They will fall by the wayside.

So this narrows her options considerably. Only a really smart, naturally wired Dominant will do.

Oh, did You think the Dom made all the choices here? Oh hell no! Here's the thing, she's not the only one under consideration here. The Dom is too. She has expectations, needs and desires as does He. She has a set of requirements, as yet unspoken, that she will judge Him by. He will either measure up or He won't and she'll deal with that reality as it comes. But she will not settle.

So let's say that she meets this Dom who fits all her requirements... He is smart, educated, witty, charming and most importantly a natural Alpha male. Is He up to the challenge of her? If He is used to more passive women He will certainly have his job cut out for Him and He may just want to move it along. However, if this is a scary smart (dare i say "geeky smart") Dominant who thrives on a challenge then this thing just might work.

Be warned, she will not submit easily even though this is what she most desires. This Dom will have to be able to see inside her mind, slowly and carefully reaching in there and grasping control without her realizing it. Most do not realize the importance of mental domination and most are not capable of achieving it with the smart sub. It is a subtle and difficult thing to accomplish for the best of Doms. They have to be laser sharp, extremely observant, patient and masters of the mind fuck. This girl can see a mind fuck coming a mile away so for Him to achieve it with her is an amazing thing. If You want a smart subbie to respect You, get a good mind fuck in. Don't let her see it coming, just go for it, spin her brain into chaos and bring her to her knees before she realizes what has happened. She will be stunned and speechless in the aftermath of it but she will also respect and admire any Man that can pull that over on her. This is a Man up to the challenge.

He must be patient and methodical in his approach to her. He must appreciate and value her intelligence and not be intimidated by it. He must continually try to improve Himself as her Master to be able to stay on top of her (pun not intended but hey, i'll take it). He must be consistent with his discipline and punishment, unflappable under the most trying of circumstances (and believe me, she'll "try" You without meaning to, it's her nature). He must clearly state His intentions and needs, His "rules" if i may, and He'd better remember what He told this smart sub because she will remember everything He has said.

If this describes You dear Sirs, then perhaps You are up to the challenge. I guarantee You that if this sub is Yours, You will achieve a happiness and contentment that You did not realize possible. When this girl finds You worthy and submits to You and You alone, You will indeed be in possession of the rarest of treasures. She won't be easily won but she will be worth the effort should You succeed. She will give You her all, heart, soul and body, completely. You will never want for more.

I looked at the photo… it didn’t register at all. The first thing I saw was “village, unnamed road” .. so I thought “Ah, Google Maps…” I wasn’t seeing the car. My head was still somewhere else.. I didn’t know if you were pleased or angry with me.. I was all over the place. I noticed the 42 minutes… and thought how lucky I am that Shrewsbury is that close. I looked again – it wasn’t google.. and there was all this black stuff around it… THEN I realised it was a car… and OH FUCK.. you were 42 minutes away.. and counting. I leapt in the shower – hair washed.. arse cleaned out just in case. Couldn’t remember what I was to wear… cleaned teeth…

Stopped to put on mascara and lipstick..

Stopped off in the kitchen to put fresh water in the kettle, pulled down a teapot from the top cupboard and opened the sweeteners. Got it ready and then launched into my bedroom. Checked your message.. “Boots” … so I wondered if I would be outside.

Pulled my clothes out … realised my pussy was already damp and my heart was going like a jack hammer… checked the time… and every single iota of my brain went into meltdown when I couldn’t work out what 18.41 plus 42 minutes was. Literally…. I couldn’t even count it on my fingers. It was ridiculous… so I pretended it was 18.40 plus 40 minutes.. and realised that would sort of do… so I had until 19.20 or thereabouts… by now it was 19.09… so I had 11 minutes. The kettle was hot so I was safe there.. I had some makeup on – so I didn’t look like a freak… put on the bodystocking… back to front.. then inside out… then nearly the right way.. except for my left leg – which for some unknown reason – was firmly inside out!

Laced myself into the corset… tied it… it fell open.. retied it… put black boots on – realised they weren’t right – put red boots on – plumped up the cushions on the bed and put the sidelight on – just in case.

Pulled the sofa straight and draped a scarf over it to make it look less like somewhere the dog sits and more like somewhere you may like to sit.

Finished the tea… tried to compose myself, poured a glass of wine… then drank some of it very quickly. The dog went nuts – we had a visitor. I stood there like a statue… shaking… nervous…. My tummy in knots…

The lights hadn’t gone on – or had they?.. i closed my eyes – put my head down like a supplicant.. I was so nervous. Would you like me? Was I what you wanted? Would you tell me? God forbid that you would turn around and walk away… I prayed I was good enough. I heard you come in and close the kitchen door – leaving the dog on the other side.. she didn’t complain – I was surprised.. no doubt she could feel my trepidation.

You came in.. I heard the rustle of your coat.. I wondered if I should offer to hang it up – anything.. something.. nothing… I froze. You walked around me.. touched my shoulders.. my neck… I gasped I think.. my mind went blank.. all I could do was feel.. feel your touch.,,, your breath.. feel your eyes as you looked at me… I couldn’t open mine… your hands moved further.. exploring… I shut down… now merely sensate – all thought processes gone (so bear with me for the following order – it was a blur). I started to relax into you. At one point you kicked my legs apart.. your fingers strayed to my pussy. I orgasmed… my need for you so great. You slapped my arse… then you took my clothes off. I started to wobble while I stepped out of my skirt.. my balance crap.. I reached for you to stop myself from falling.. scared that it would be the wrong thing to do. You pushed my head back down a few times. I tried to open my eyes but couldn’t. then I felt you in front of me.. lifting my head… SO scared… I couldn’t look – I couldn’t… your hands reached for my eyes – opening them.. I saw you… rectangular glasses… pale (white) shirt – it may have been short sleeved.. I don’t know.. I looked into your eyes.. you kissed me.. I felt the man for a second.. I relaxed into you – another layer of trust laid down..

My head went back down… you slapped my arse again… you took my bra off.. it got caught on the bodystocking… your fingers delving deeper – I came again.. and again. You dropped to your knees.. by now I needed to hold on for balance. I could hear my pussy so wet as you pumped your fingers in deeper.. I was pushing down on you .. squirming against them as I orgasmed over and over… at one point you made me taste them…. Then another point you leant me backwards until I nearly fell over… I know at that point I panicked.. not knowing whether you could keep me upright.

You stopped in the end… I needed more.. but you let me rest my head on your chest.. twice your forehead rested on mine.. I breathed… safe.. held…

You moved away.. I heard the rustle of your jacket… you lifted my head and kissed me once more… then left…

I was bereft

Confused

Bemused

Sated

Hungry

The care you showed after was incredible.. and again – I thank you for that… I wanted you to come back – but it wasn’t my choice. I wanted you to stay – but it wasn’t my choice. You knew that so you gave me aftercare by message instead. That worked…

Thank you

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