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I don't take it very seriously at face value. I love it as a roleplay idea though. Going to a hypnotist to be "cured" of my increasingly dark mind-control and feminization fantasies only to find someone who believes issues like smoking and over-eating need to be "cured." But mind-control and feminization? Not so much....
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11 hours ago, Mistress Justine Shankar said:
I once did a role play session in which I played a customs agent for a female supremacist nation, ostensibly there to welcome the sub to the country before brusquely informing him that he was, in fact, captured as a servant and beginning his mental and physical training immediately. One of my favorite role play scenarios to date.
Adding psychological reprogramming to a captive scenario is just scorching. I have a "thing" for female supremacy. I find it an inescapable conclusion in some ways, and not simply as a submissive. Looking at the world's macro level problems, I just don't see female-led governments struggling with them the way men have. But in sessions, FS has tended to be served up as angry retribution with a dollop of man-hating. Which is inherently not "superior." Men can give us that much. I'm looking for a benevolent dictatorship. A ruthless, mind-controlling dictatorship - but benevolent... Like the Aldo picture in my avatar. It "reads" to me as forcing him become a better version of himself. He'll thank them later. Maybe much later... I would also caution Redhat, who started this thread, that if he is drawn to "forced submission" sessions, his cross-dressing/feminization taboos may not survive in the long run. I used to list those as hard limits, later soft limits, later vague interests... Then I wanted to be the guy in the Aldo picture.
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It doesn't have to begin outdoors - with all those added logistics. Unless that part is important to you.
It could be a job interview where it becomes clear after a few minutes that you have been selected for some reason other than what's on your resume. And what are all those, those things hanging on the wall... And why is the interviewer dressed like that... Who are these other "interviewers" coming into the room now... Why is the door locked....
Or you have been sent to the offices of one of your company's VIP clients, FF Enterprises. You are supposed to drop off some "important papers" - or so you have been told. Unknown to you, to keep the lucrative FF account happy, your company has agreed to periodically ... give them someone. That's right - "give." As in gift, plaything, toy. Someone for FF to do with as they please. And what pleases them is quite twisted. FF Enterprises has asked to have you sent over. They like you. So naive, so trusting, so corruptible... You don't even know why you've been sent there, do you, you with your silly envelope filled with blank sheets of paper....
Or the clinic where the lady doctor asks you to sign a consent form. Perhaps if she were not wearing that dress and those shoes and looking at you that way, you would have been juuuusssst a little more careful reading the form before signing. Turns out you have agreed to participate in a long-term mind-control experiments using strict restraints, invasive therapies, psychological reprogramming... Next time, read before signed. Of course, there won't be a next time for you....
The possibilities are endless. All without leaving the comforts of the Fortress.
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It's not about fetishes, it's about creating an intense exchange, pushing a submissive's boundaries, pushing a dominant's creativity, establishing an intimate connection. As long as that is happening, almost any fetish is interesting to explore. It depends on the context.
Agree, agree, agree some more. It's like having a favorite color. I don't and can't. It is this color with that one. Hopper's morning blue is beautiful because of his red brick and his green shop windows and his long shadows. I can't pick one of those.
I could say bondage, since I never want a session without bondage. I want to feel my elbows touching behind me. But that wouldn't be a session unless the sluttiness of the position were pointed out. But that wouldn't be a session unless it resulted in a quest to find out just how slutty. So I could say mind-control. But I want to be afraid, and fear breaks the spell of mind-control. I need to feel safe. But in a world of trouble if I don't obey. Or even if I do.
That's my fetish. CO-ness? I can't find it in google.
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The professional/institutional entrance and gradual cutting off from the outside world is ideal for my scenes. It's as if you have left a trail of bread crumbs to find your way back to the world you know and turn around to see that the birds have eaten every morsel.
Can you elaborate on "deceiving roleplay"? Chances are over 99 out of 100 that I love whatever it was.
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I don't know what your scene is. Some things have their own prep. Hydrate for sure. Especially if interested in challenging bondage. Sleep (good luck with that if it's your first though...) Clean every orifice, pit and naturally occurring cleavage as close to the time of the session as possible.
Just remember you are bringing a lifetime's worth of mental imagery to this moment. Even if you were able to pack that coherently into the email to Ms Ree, your domina, in her capacity as your tour guide and adult (yes...) chaperone will expend much more effort and craft reading physical you than cyber you. You don't know what you don't know. She kinda does. Let it happen.
Ms Shankar just seems mesmerizing; some kind of ethereal calm that is sooooo seductive to a certain kind of sub. A memorable outing awaits.
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I think I might enjoy giving a massage to 2 beautiful TS's while in chastity. Each of them would be my keyholder.
oooooooo. yes.
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I have something like a coin-operated fantasy generating machine for a brain. This post is like depositing $12 worth of quarters.
Lie down on this table, co. That's it. Now let's get all that tension out. Stretch your arms out as faaaaar as you can. Good boy, very obedient. Oh, those? They just help you maintain that position so all the tension can be released. You can tell me if they're too tight on your wrists. Now let's take care of your legs too. Even more tension there I'll bet. Mmmmm, you look very natural this way. Stretched, helpless. Looking up at your Goddess and wondering if something is not quite right here. But you also know you have a better chance at powerball than saying 'no' to someone who looks like me, don't you little one? None of you little bitches can resist latex, poor things. And now look what's happened. Let's just pull those restraints a little tighter, shall we. Yes, dear, I did say you could tell me if it was too tight. I didn't say I would do anything about it though. I just like hearing you plead. You really must stop jumping to these conclusions about controlling what happens to you though. Anyway, I have much better uses for your pretty mouth....
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I usually try to schedule on days when I have no classes so I don't have to rush to a session after a class, or rush from a session to a class. I try to arrive at the WTC 90 minutes to 2 hours before my session time to stroll along Wall St. reminiscing my past life there. Then I'll go to the downstairs chapel at Our Lady of Victory church and meditate in solitude. My next stop was J&R Music World (now defunct) and then a leisurely walk to the Fortress. I'll try to arrive 20 to 30 minutes early and sit on the bench across the street and try to relax and mentally prepare for my session. If I'm doing a "Mystery Mistress" session, I'll sit faced away from the Fortress entrance as not to inadvertently see her arrive (happened once). Five minutes to session time, I'll call and then it's past the point of no return.
Used to go to Our Lady of Victory on Ash Wednesday when I worked around the corner. It had the same nearly shattering efficiency as the rest of Wall St, 20 minute mass and on your way. But always a fascinating day in discovering the breadth of humanity that called themselves catholic, even if only on that day. (almost wish there was a perv equivalent day of open self-acknowledgment, but for another time..)
This has been a great thread. Shows the earnestness everyone brings to that elevator ride. Anyone considering becoming a dominatrix should read it, likewise anyone wondering if he has what it takes to submit. Sure, there is a commercial aspect to a session. But that can be said of dining, concerts and a lot of other activities that make us feel most alive and human. It's the fool who only sees the commercial side of it. Knowing the price of everything and the value of nothing, as Oscar Wilde would say.
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I mentioned this to the guy who is self-conscious about his weight. It's a win/win. Maybe win/ouch/win. But something with wins on both ends.
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Why drink only water?
Hydration = good for bondage; supple skin, less prone to numbness. Diuretics (coffee, alcohol) have the opposite effect.
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I'm quite the little prom queen about the whole thing.
No sexual relief of any kind for about a week. Sometimes enforced by chastity. Sometimes no key. I like to arrive hungry, so to speak.
Start drinking extra water on the days beforehand. Better for handling strict bondage. Bondage is my 1st love.
I never work on session days. And never session less than 2 hours - except in the case of a "wrap-around." I arrange it so that not only do I have little to do on session day, but I don't have to do anything afterward. My sessions can be a bit jarring psychologically. I don't want to have to be "on" afterward; or in any event I don't want to have to guarantee it to anyone.
I arrive with no hair down thair. Touched up on the morning of session day.
Enema a few hours before session. Shower one hour before leaving.
Very little appetite on the day of a session, always rather anxious. So I usually stick to protein shakes or the like. Usually at least an hour beforehand.
If the Mistress has given me instructions for session day, I would have checked those early in the morning and took a last look before leaving. She may be controlling me from the moment I wake up in some manner. It's a matter of preference. I don't place many restrictions.
After the session I always seem to take a long walk - though I don't plan to befhorehand. Everything seems alive and interesting. Architecture, old people, pigeons, trees, the most prosaic shop windows. Takes me about an hour to get home on public transportation. After the session build-up, the session itself, the sense that everything is dazzling afterward and a long walk - I'm usually exhausted and sleep like a two year old.
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Started trying to tie myself up by the time I was 5 or 6. Nothing sexually precocious about it. But clearly I had fetishized the idea of immobility and vulnerability. Coercion was added to it later. But in my earliest memory of it, it was devoid of any darker thought (dominance, discipline, etc.) There was something strangely benevolent about it. And no matter what happens to me in a dungeon, when it is good, it continues to register as strangely benevolent. Even if I can't sit down on the train on the way home.....
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Bondage, latex, and dirty talk when a and b are combined. From there it has snowballed.
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Humbling rather than humiliation.
Simple, sustainable bondage in utter helpless vulnerability.
One or more limits extended or taboos broken.
A voice honey-dripping in my ear that my debauch and defilement is belongs to her and will go on indefinitely.
An ominous ending.
Marks that I will see the next day when I ask myself if that really happened.
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So my question to my fellow fortress patrons is, what about submission has you hooked? When did you discover that you wanted to be under the complete influence of another? As for the lovely ladies, when did you realized that you loved to make men submit? To assert your power over them?
Being submissive was always incongruous with the rest of life, so I always doubted it or thought of it as a phase or an itch to scratch.
It began to unravel when a dominatrix tied me to a chair and made me wear an article of her clothing, which was on my "no thanks" list. In addition to making me wear it, she made a point of showing me how hot she could make me in the process.
Change wasn't an overnight thing, but it was a crack in the edifice of presumed self awareness. What else was I wrong about..
I continued to have zero interest in sissies, sissification, etc. But I loved the explicit control - "I will even decide your gender in my presence." That control was the drug I wanted, manifest however it was manifest. Chastity soon followed. Same thing - erotic control. Then stricter bondage, then intentional rather than incidental marking.
Finally you have to decide that you are just a sick puppy. Or that this is part of the balance of your life and needs to be treated with some care and deference - or you will become a sick puppy. You meaning me.
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I like things that go beyond dungeon walls. Little or large reminders of who is who and what is what. Especially remote control - physical or psychological. It's rare though. Obviously I can be marked (avatar) so that's one thing that travels outside the dungeon. Chastity is another, though there again actual locking sans key is fairly unusual. Being locked is less of an issue during the professional day; more of one off-hours when combating slutty urges can be disturbingly edifying..
The "fetish" itself is a combination of things adding up to a benevolent dictator. it's therapeutic stress release, and that has been the tone of it at FF. I'm a midwesterner, fairly shy by nature and doing something during the day that feels like an out-of-body experience. Stress builds until I shoot a note to Ms Emma, which I will need to do soon. Once the door opens, the world where anything depends on my say-so is gone. I am usually tied down within minutes (not your typical therapist that way). It's a 2 hour oasis and much-needed. I fantasize that she will snatch me off the street one day if I wait too long between visits. Now that's a caring therapist, if you leave out the part where you are shackled in a cage and thoroughly violated for your tardiness.
All by way of saying the fetish dovetails pretty well with the other parts of life. And can go further than it has.
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The Night Nurse. Curing me of the disease of resistance little by little.
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For the squeamish, which has to be in the upper 90%s....
Not a permanent solution. But looking down in the shower in the morning and seeing a lock with someone else's name on it for which you don't have the keys... It's certainly permanent until Mistress says it isn't.
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I haven't had a safeword in my sessions at FF. Not that it has been refused to me, but that hasn't been the direction of things. It has been more toward psychological control and self-revelation or self-acceptance. Processes that wouldn't be interrupted by me indicating I didn't wish to continue. An empathic Mistress is what I need. Sometimes empathy will take the form of mercy, sometimes it will take the form of making me continue.
But for those for whom a safeword is a significant feature of the Domme/sub relationship, I would question the motivation behind asking to remove it. Some are working out trauma from an unseen closetful of experience. And you'd have to ask why they want to remove the barrier between themselves and the raw experience of torment. Misogyny and other dysfunction may be lurking in the background. Maybe not. Maybe it's just the thrill of letting go. But just as it takes a lot of trust for the sub to go without a safeword, it takes a lot of trust for the dominatrix to agree.
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It does seem hot. And the idea of wearing something and knowing she used it and how she used it, that she used it to make you beg. Very fetishistic.
Sensory deprivation
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Nice. That’s a keeper.