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I am not, by nature, submissive at all. On the contrary, submission is something that I struggle with every day. My submission is born of a deep seated sense of eroticism and a genuine recognition of Female supremacy. I recognize the importance of women as being superior to men. My sexuality is brought to the surface at the touch of a superior woman. My mind is best trained when it is challenged by the superior wisdom of the dominant woman. My affection is most warmed when it is demanded by an authoritative woman. In short, I am at my best when my life is dedicated and delivered to the merest whim of a woman.
I crave humility at her hand. Particularly, I crave having my masculinity taken by her and made the subject of feminine amusement in such a way as to further the authority of the feminine over the masculine. I crave being used as a means of furthering feminine power while degrading both me and my gender. Place my penis in a cage and hide the key from me. Make me dance for you in the nude, make me grovel at your feet and beg for your attention. Take me to a mall and make me bow to you for all to see. Take me to a restaurant and make me say whatever humiliating thing you wish. Use a ruler on my testicles until I cry openly and without shame, free me of all pride, make me your slave. Let me serve at your beck and call, housework, gardening, auto repair, you name it and I will do it with enthusiasm and joy. Perhaps I might one day be allowed to massage your feet or to taste of your femininity with my tongue. I promise that it will be done well.
I believe that the woman should run her home and her life as she enjoys and that the man is at his best where he assists her in that endeavor. He is little more than a child or pet, not worthy of her affection at all, but occasionally perhaps graced with it anyway. I believe that a man's sexual equipment is best kept locked up and under a woman's control. I believe that a man should have no control over money or property or decisions. His lot should be purely one of support to a woman he adores.
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Suddenly, these things seem to pour from me. Logging here, finding a community of people who have the same inner thoughts as I do has had an affect on me. Suddenly it all seems possible. Could it be that within a month or two I might find a woman who will truly take what I want to give and who will give what I need to take?
So many thoughts have flooded through me, so many fantasies. I know that this isn't about me and my fantasies, but there is the possibility that my fantasies are also her fantasies, her being the woman I might meet and who will want me, to own me. For example, many years ago I read an article about something called a "cuckold daisy", it is a method by which one binds a man's testicles over the top of his penis, then secures them in that position either with cord or a ziptie. The result is that his testicles are stretched in such a way that when he has an erection, the pressure produces a constant sense of pain for him. More important, the sense of having his male parts bound in such a manner is truly humbling to him, his masculinity is taken away and he is reminded of his own utter insignificance. Since reading that article, I have bound myself up thusly many times, but there was nobody with whom I could share my humiliation, nobody to recognize my need to be humbled in such a way. Could it be that such things will henceforth be shared with a woman I love? Even better, could it be that such a woman will take as much pleasure in humbling me as I take in thinking about being humbled?
I have read article upon article about male chastity devices, but I have always been a bit suspicious at their use on a constant basis. Could it be that there is a woman who will enjoy wearing the key as much as I enjoy wearing the device?
I have read article upon article about foot massage and aromatherapy, things that most women truly enjoy. I have even done these things for "vanilla" women, and done them very well. While they appreciate my efforts, I dream of the woman who will not thank me, who will simply demand that I do these things more and better.
I dream of having a home in which the woman I love makes rules for me, rules designed to instill her authority and my insignificance. Will she demand that I do all of the housework in the nude? Will she demand that I wear a collar? A chastity Tube? Will she demand that I kneel in her presence or kiss her feet every night when i come home from work. Will she require me to explain to my employer why my pay must be direct-deposited into her account? Will she cuckold me with my friends and make me thank them for it?
Some of these things seem extreme and I do not think I would easily go along with them. Yet, if she truly shared my belief in her absolute superiority and authority, I wonder if she could train me to accept each degradation until I have nothing left in my soul at all save devotion to fulfill her will. Again, these are fantasies for me, things I think about, but would not necessarily want to do in a real life setting. Yet.... Yet.... if she demanded them, and her need to dominate were as strong as my need to submit... I wonder if I might be moldable to accept each and every one of these and even more.
Whatever rules she makes for me, whatever life she defines for us, I look forward to pleasing her in every way, of submitting to her in every area of my life. As I said, though, submission on this level will require that the woman know how to keep the pressure up and to draw me more and more under her authority. Does such a woman exist? |
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I just re-read my profile. Wow, did I write all of that? I got a little shy and thought maybe I should rewrite it, then decided to let it stand. After all, there isn't an untrue word in it. Granted, it isn't all of the story. i mean, I want a woman that I respect and love and admire. I do have some limits, I won't have sex with children and would prefer not to be made to perform in front of them. I wouldn't let her kill or mame me. There are a few other things I might well refuse to do or have done to me as well, but by and large, I want to surrender completely. They tell me that that makes me more a slave than a submissive, okay, then I am a slave, or a slave wannabe.
I think I have just enough experience in the realm to know what I want. In other words, I am incredibly aroused when women "put me in my place". I respect a woman who is demanding and won't allow me to talk her out of her positions. In other words, despite my almost domineering nature, I really find myself most attracted to women who dominate me. Of course, until now I have never admitted it and even run away from those women. Now I know better and want to embrace her, to submit completely. Are you her?
I know that there has to be chemistry and there has to be mutual respect, if only, on her part, in my ability as a slave. I know that the erotic side of things is at best 5% of the overall relationship, but it is an important 5%. I also know that that 5% will not be a foundation of a relationship, but it will be a defining point in the relationship. In other words, my submission, and her help in drawing that submission out of me, is what differentiates the relationship from any and all others. Thus, it is on that 5% that I choose to speak here. Yet, that isn't me, not all of me. Yes, I have likes that do not involve eroticism, but given the Dominant/submissive side of things, those things may have to be molded to better include her needs and wants than mine. In other words, my non-submissive side will have to bend to the submissive side or I will have no value to her at all.
Of course, she must be compatible with me. She must enjoy, truly enjoy the same sorts of things that I need, or in time I will bore with her. If she cannot take pleasure in humbling me, in reducing my male pride to a state of humiliation, of reducing me to tears and then laughing at me for it, then I would soon lose interest and my fantasies would again kick in.
I want her to turn my joyous fantacies into fears of reality. I do not want to wonder what it would be like to know that I am driving home to a severe spanking. Instead, I want to experience the fear of knowing that when I get home, she has decreed that my ass will be beaten until my mouth can beg for mercy no longer, until my eyes are blinded by the tears that have flowed freely from them for a very long time. When she finishes, I collapse to the floor, wanting to clutch my burning ass-globes, but I do not dare for fear that it will anger her again, so I lay prostrate and groveling at her feet. If she then sends me to the corner, I do so without thinking. Needless to say, no matter how demeaning the instruction, I want to know how it feels to obey because I know the alternative of facing her wrath is worse. More important, to obey because I fear disappointing her.
I fantacize about being spanked, about being enema'd, about being cuckolded. I fantacize about a lifestyle that absolutely emphasizes the role of the superior woman. I dream of being punished in front of many women, each laughing at me in my pain and shame. In short, my fantacies are probably very similar to those of most men.
Is there a woman alive who truly shares those thoughts? Are you her? |
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| Age: 21 |
| Jackpot,
Nevada |
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