Despair

[Mistress Lovely]

There’s a certain flavor of session I savor… witnessing my sub gradually realize he’s in a trap that has no winning outcome. In a bind between impossible rules, or perhaps a rope predicament. Maybe even simply caught between their own desire to submit or resist.

Watching the realization of despair dawn is a delicacy for me. It’s as if a switch is flipped. 

So now I’m curious. Any of you writers have stories for me from the other side? What’s it like to realize your powerlessness?

[theDumbMule]

I don’t have any eloquent stories to share on this topic.  But you make my knees weak just bringing the topic up.  I do love being that helpless at the hands of someone I trust.  It is both torment and comfort in the hands of a trusted domme.  I also love the joy of someone who can wield that power for their own amusement.

[Karl]

With a question like this, I tend to go with the first answer that pops into my head. Other experiences might be more to the point, but an immediate, spontaneous reaction has its own validity.

 

So, in this session, I was standing, bound to a punishment cross. I knew that I couldn’t escape. That was knowledge in my head, though. I asked the Mistress for permission to try to escape. The purpose was to feel, in my bones and muscles, that I was trapped. She granted permission.

 

The effect was even stronger than I’d expected. I’d thought I might thrash around a little. She had placed multiple restraints, though, not just wrists and ankles. I was almost completely immobilized. I really was naked, bound, and totally helpless before her. Flooded with the feeling, I literally gasped. It was an immediate passage into subspace.

 

The session was years ago. Nevertheless, to this day, I vividly remember that moment of realizing my powerlessness.

[Papo66]

I like to know at the very start of a session.  One visit at a different dungeon, there as a note on the exterior door for me to turn my back to the door and close my eyes.  I did as I was told and waited obediently. Moments later a plastic bag was thrown over head, I was grabbed by my collar and thrown against a wall.  While I gasped for air my hands were  tied behind my back.   My pants  were undone and  pulled down to my ankles, my shirt was literally torn off me.  I was then thrown to the ground and the plastic bag was removed.  It couldn’t have taken more than 2 or 3 minutes, and the tone was set for the rest of the session:  I was stunned and utterly helpless as to what was going to be done to me, and I knew given the violence of how things started it was going to be bad. 

[Mistress Kildare]

Despair is an interesting aspect to focus on. I'm more interested in the moment where the sub relaxes into his helplessness. He's stuck, I'm in control, so what is there left to worry about in the world? Nothing except... me ❤️