Don't stop

The secret fear of submissive girls is that the dom may not have the mental strength to keep going to the point where she can take no more. She’s afraid he may stop too soon. She’s picked him for her dom because he is a good man. After all, it’s a relationship, like any other. She wants someone who is sympathetic, kind and caring; who doesn’t want that in a partner? But can a nice guy really be the strict, indeed implacable dom she craves, one who is indifferent to her whimpers, her half-suppressed appeals for mercy, who is relentless in subjecting her to pain and humiliation?

What the submissive girl needs is to be overpowered, to be made to yield. She wants to be stripped of every last vestige of resistance. She doesn’t want a dom who takes pity on her just because her bottom is looking a bit pink or because she squeals when the clamps go on. As the pain increases, a tension is set up in her mind. Gradually the pain approaches the point where it becomes unbearable. Soon she wants it to stop. And yet, and this is the true mystery of submission, she doesn’t want it to stop. She wants to see how much more she can take. She wants the sort of dom who might say to her, a minute or two after he has allowed her to take the clamps off, at the point when she thinks she might faint from pain, ‘And now put them on again. Do it.’ For that she needs a dom whose desire to cause her pain will ultimately prove stronger than her desire to suffer it.

Of course if you aren’t strictly a masochist, you can read, instead of pain, humiliation, objectification, and any other kind of control. It doesn’t matter what the dom mobilises to ensure his will is obeyed. The point is just the same; she has to feel certain that he won’t give up, that he won’t let her off lightly.

When, in the cold light of day, she contemplates the full implications of this, she frightens herself. Surely she doesn’t really want this. She needs a safe word, she needs her list of hard limits clearly understood, she needs to feel she can bale out if it gets too tough. But there’s a corner of her brain where this isn’t what she wants at all. The thought that he might really have the power and the desire to push her beyond what she can bear makes her head swim, it makes her cunt clench and drool. Has she finally met her match? Please, she prays, spare me from a kindly dom. After it’s over I want his kisses and caresses and soothing words. But right now I want to plumb the depth of his cruelty. Make him adamantine.