“Whose are you?”

“Yours, sir.”

“What would you do for me?”

“Anything, sir.”

“Would you die for me?”

“Fuck no, sir.”

Automata

“I want to submit to you completely, I want to be yours, mind, body and soul. I want to have no will, no desires but yours. I want to do nothing but follow your will.”


Is that an ultimate submission?

No.


Dominance is active, alive. It is a neverending series of delicious games, it is a serious and constant dedication to the exchange of power, it is, at its core, taking… not accepting.

If your will bends, automatically and without thought, to my every desire—then there is nothing left for me to take. You can’t submit because you no longer exist; telling you to do something is no more challenging or rewarding than doing it myself.

You may do something that you don’t want to do, and feel fulfilled because you’re doing it for me. But if your desires automatically match my own, how can I enjoy your desires? If you have no limits, how can you ever improve?

You can’t be dominated if there is no “you” to dominate.

“Object”

Not a woman, but a piece of furniture.

No name, just a number.

No rights. No protection.


The power of these submissions lies in your consciousness, in the strength of your identity. Anyone can take someone weak and give them a gift of oblivion. Submission does not remove the will; submission focuses the will.


Sometimes, yes, submission means that thought goes away, that the mind is quiet. Sometimes we allow that escape. But there should still be a striving. Perhaps, if you became a table, you might let your thoughts subside, might lock into position and remember your role only at the edges of your consciousness. But you had best be prepared to leave that space in an instant, had best be ready to meet my challenges whenever I decide to reward you with them. Your training may condition you to be comfortable in many forms of service; I had best find, if I challenge you with something new, that you are prepared to be uncomfortable for me, as well.

Dehumanization, then, is simply another test. In it, as in any edgeplay, I am impressed, not simply by obedience, but awareness. The loop is simple: It’s not edgeplay if you’re not afraid. If you’re afraid, then you have another barrier to cross. If you cross that barrier, it’s no longer edgeplay. Edgeplay is always self-limiting. Every edge ends. And every defeated edge creates the path to the next game.

Be a footstool

Go be a piece of furniture.

Be a table. Be a chair. Be a footstool.


What does being furniture mean?

It means you must lock in place. Human muscles are not made for the immobility of wood or plastic. It may mean muscle strain, exhaustion, discomfort. It will require the discipline of immobility. And it requires the knowledge that you, a thinking being, a person… are now reduced solely to a body shape, and not even a shape to which human bodies are well-suited.

Wood or plastic or other materials make far better furniture. You are an imitation of an object, given that shape, not because you’ll serve well in that form, but because your service itself is on display.


I like making you into my footstool. It puts you in the proper place— beneath my feet. It puts you in a proper position, on all fours. nd it adds directly to my comfort.


On your hands and knees. Tuck your head. Bend your elbows. Don’t strain your back too straight. Prop yourself up. Be prepared to hold that position. Recognize that, when you are a footstool, I am not obligated to use you. If I rest my feet on you for a moment, feel honored. After all, an empty box would serve me just as well, and is more practical for prolonged use. If I have decided to use you, you had best please me.

Let these things go through your mind, as you wait in that position.

Footstool. Furniture. Object.

You.

If you meet the Buddha on the road…

“If you meet the Buddha on the road, kill him.” In other words, if you have found a physical representation of some ideal, then you are forgetting the idea and getting lost in a need for a tangible imitation of your desire, instead of the desire itself.

If I found the ultimate submission, I would have to destroy it.

No submission can ever be conclusive enough to end the learning process; if you could go beyond learning, beyond exploring, what would be the point?

In fact, I suggest you create your ultimate submission, find something you might want to do but would never dare. Then destroy it—find within yourself the strength to reach that point.

For me, dominance involves a constant shattering of my limits. I’m actually sad that I can no longer say, “I can’t imagine why anyone would ever do so-and-so, and I know that I never will”. It was so much fun, the first dozen times, finding myself doing those things, and not believing it. Now I realize that, for me, today’s limit is tomorrow’s favorite game.

In the end, it looks like I’ll be stopped only by possibility. Certain very dangerous activities will always remain a limit for me, I think. But I eventually reached a point where I could think of doing them. And then I reached a point where that fact no longer shocked me.

Do you still want to find a single, end-all, ultimate submission? Go ahead! I wish you luck in your search.

But not too much luck. Because then I’d have to kill you.