Forceful femininity
Stories and pictures themed around female domination and male subjugation and servitude. Unsuitable for children, for alpha males, for hard-core practitioners with an interest in the politics of bdsm and the mechanics of complicated rope work. Of interest to perverts like me, basically.
Ah, once again you have graphically tapped into and reflected the simultaneous power and absurdity of my arousal triggers.
I find myself absolutely thrilled by the “Hang on, Dave” photograph – fixated in helpless adoration by the sliver of thigh on display. And even more thrilled by the thought of the model tugging the dress downwards to limit even further that infinitely precious sight.
So far, so understandable. Men have been thrilled by such things since the dawn of time, and certainly since the era of “What the Butler Saw” machines and the commercialisation of the “strip-tease”. The clue’s in the name, after all: it’s the tease that’s the significant part – the reason why tantalising partial nudity is generally more arousing than the full thing.
But to the genuine submissive, this denial of being able to see what we long to is not simply an erotic game – a temporary withholding of a treat that will eventually be granted and then feel more satisfying as a consequence of that delay. No, I truly believe I do not deserve to see the amount of leg this model was showing – truly believe it is right that she deny me that undeserved pleasure. And I eroticise that denial, such that I am genuinely more excited by seeing less of her and never getting to see more …
… but, as you point out, the logical end-point of that mindset is the “hardcore” version of the photograph – the one showing only the chair and the wall. So that is the version I should find most exciting, then – the one that most fully delivers on my desire for denial? No, not at all – I would find such a photograph wholly un-erotic. (Actually, I can imagine finding that version exciting, but only in a scenario in which I had paid the model for it – but that’s more to do with findom and humiliation than with the subject in hand.)
So I have to accept that my desires are nonsensical. I love to look at beautiful women … but I am more excited by not being able to see as much of them as I would like to … but if I don’t get to see “enough” of them (whatever “enough” is) then I feel unexcited instead. So there is clearly some sort of “sweet spot” of partial nudity that is most pleasing to me. Fine …
.. except not fine. In telling myself I am genuine in my submissive feelings of respectfulness, I claim not to be motivated by what is selfishly “pleasing to me”. The whole point of my claimed submissiveness is that my own pleasure is secondary to my desire that my betters enjoy the pleasure only they deserve – including their right not to be perved at and lusted over by the likes of me.
I could worry about this, but life’s too short. Does it mean I’m a fraud? Who cares? As long as we all actually treat each other (the women we claim to worship and even also the fellow males we claim to despise) with respect in real life, then I believe all this is harmless entertainment that tickles a spot for us in an enjoyable and healthy way – just as it should be.
Thank you, as ever
tom