Signs
How do you know when you have truly broken someone?
“One man’s meat is another man’s poison.”
This proverb’s truthfulness also grabs hold of the BDSM arena.
I’ve got subbies I’ve beguilingly brain washed so they’re absolutely powerless to resist My whims, will, ways, wiles, 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 playthings.
This proverb’s truthfulness also grabs hold of the BDSM arena.
I’ve got subbies I’ve beguilingly brain washed so they’re absolutely powerless to resist My whims, will, ways, wiles, 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 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 pet’s desirable aspects under My influence, control, domination, and inspiration.
My desire and purpose are revealing, accentuating, and bringing all that properly trained 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 submissive 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.
To know whether or not I’ve genuinely broken someone requires Me to learn who that submissive person is and what makes this submissive 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 slut, little did they know Goddess Marquesa was in the wings.
After succumbing, HYPNOTIC 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 them. I may even choose to hang them upside down like a bewitched bat!
Silly slut, little did they know Goddess Marquesa was in the wings.
After succumbing, HYPNOTIC 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 them. I may even choose to hang them upside down like a bewitched bat!
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 one intensely stimulating session, those body-hugging pants had a large wet spot thanks to how much I excited him.
This gave Me a wicked idea.
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 directly to the side 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 deliciously 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 fire hydrant 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!
After one intensely stimulating session, those body-hugging pants had a large wet spot thanks to how much I excited him.
This gave Me a wicked idea.
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 directly to the side 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 deliciously 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 fire hydrant 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!
