“One man’s meat is another man’s poison.”
This proverbs truthfulness also grabs hold of the BDSM arenas.
I’ve got flocks of LOVE-birds I’ve beguilingly brain washed so they’re absolutely powerless to resist My whims, will, wickedness, ways, and wantonness.
Although all of them are My passionate property, yet the same act that’s an expression of abject subjugation to one of My submissives won’t mean anything at all to another of My yummy playthings. 🙂
“For Me, *breaking someone* is similar to the process of breaking an animal.
My desire and purpose are revealing, accentuating, and bringing all that properly trained pup-pet’s desirable aspects under My influence, control, domination, and inspiration.
Human nature being what it is, breaking somebody sometimes involves controlling, reducing, and ultimately eliminating any undesirable characteristic(s).
To know whether or not I’ve genuinely broken someone requires Me to learn who that submissive person is and what makes this ensorcelled individual tick.
Like them, after you reveal and/or I discern what any powerless plaything’s psyche’s control switches and hot buttons are, I can press the right one(s) and exercise the highest degree of power over My prey that I choose to enforce.
“For example, one of My lustful toys confessed that while in college they attended an alternative sexuality workshop where bondage and domination were discussed. At that time they were totally convinced they’d never allow anyone to tie them up, spank them, and so on.
Silly puppy slut, little did he know Goddess Marquesa was in the wings.
After succumbing, HYPNOTIC WONDERIFIC SURRENDER (which happens to be the name of My premier trance training audio) and submitting to Me, this person is more than eagerly willing to experience what it will be like for Me to paddle, bind, mercilessly tease, and blindfold him.
Sometimes, they even beg Me to do such things to them without Me bringing up the subject at all. This puppy of Mine and I both realize My changing his opinion and desires is evidence of how much this slave toy belongs under My thumb, heel, sway, and lash.
“And then there was this one subbie who often wore bicycle pants when he came to My lascivious lair.
After our intensely stimulating sessions, those body-hugging pants would have a large wet spot thanks to how much I excited him.
This gave Me one of My wickedest ideas.
I drove him to an upscale women’s shoe store located on a very busy street with lots of people walking around.
It was right after lunchtime on a weekday.
I whisked him out of My car and took him over to the shoe store.
Then I commanded him to stand right in front of that popular store facing the street and not move from that spot.
As I relaxed and watched from My car, a number of well-dressed women stared at him, noticed that decadent personal stain on his pants, and started laughing at him.
My toy boy was completely aware of everything going on around him.
he heard and saw each woman who laughed at his extremely embarrassing state.
Yet, because I commanded him not to move, he stayed right where I’d positioned him.
It was like I’d chained him to a bicycle rack or parking meter.
If he’d even tried to escape his humiliation, publicly chaining him to a stationary object would be nothing compared to what I’d have done with and to him for disobeying Me.
Needless to say but I shall anyway, this was after all a huge fantasy of his…..come true. Public humiliation without repercussions!
NOTE – Granted this is not something I would normally indulge a slave in but I just had to give it a shot.
I here and now apologize to those women who found him repugnant and annoying.
My bad.
