The Terms of My Surrender
(Content Warning: This post contains a fantasy including elements of the stripping of legal personhood, objectification and captivity.)
This all started about three months ago, when I was especially eager, floaty and craving subjugation. I asked my Domme if she could legally own me as property, would she have already done so?
She told me when we met back in February, if it was legal to do so, she would have already captured and kept me**. I confessed that talking about this always makes me float into subspace. She didn’t seem too surprised by it and actually seemed to enjoy knowing this.
Last night, my phone rang. I had no idea how much my life was going to change forever.
“So do you truly want to do this?” she asked. I asked what she was talking about. “Become my property,” she responded.
I dropped my phone and it crashed to the floor. There was a different tone in her voice. It sounded like her Domme voice, but the most serious and straight-forward I have ever heard her talk.
“Hello? Are you there?” she questioned. I slowly picked up my phone, “Sorry, I accidentally dropped my phone, owner,” I responded. “Aww, you must be overwhelmed. I can help you feel more comfortable while you consider your answer.”
“Now,” she said very sternly “get on your knees”.
I immediately dropped down into a bow.
“I have been reaching out to some of my connections and found out we can make you mine forever,” she said. “A lawyer found a couple documents and wrote up some paperwork to help this process. All we need now is your signature and a video testimony, saying you are entering this type of dynamic willingly.”
I could not help but whimper. It was hard to think. Could my dreams really be my reality?
“I have purchased you a one-way ticket to my location,” she said. “Once you arrive here, I will meet you at the airport, you will be handcuffed and led to the paperwork, pet. By boarding the plane, it will be the last decision you will ever make on your own.”
I got barely any sleep that night. My heart felt like it was skipping beats. I sweated a bit, from fear or nerves or anticipation I couldn’t tell. I kept replaying memories of what it was like to be in her presence. I finally dozed off around 4:30 a.m. and then my alarm woke me up at 5 a.m., letting me know it was time to head to the airport.
I didn’t even pack a bag, knowing it was a one-way ticket and that she would dress me however she preferred when I arrived. I quickly headed to the airport. I do not even remember boarding the plane because my mind was such a daze. I daydreamed most of the flight, which was especially apparent when a flight attendant asked me if I would like a drink. “Permission for a drink,” I asked.
Then I realized I wasn’t talking to my Domme yet. I blushed with embarrassment. “Yes, you may have a drink,” the flight attendant said with a chuckle. “What would you like?” she asked.
“Water, please, Ma’am,” I said while blushing. The flight attendant seemed to enjoy me flustered. “Here you go, boy,” the flight attendant said when handing me my water. I blushed once again.
Before I knew it, the flight was over. I was near the back of the plane, so had to let almost everyone in front of me deplane first. The flight attendant kept grinning at me the whole time. I smiled and when I was about three rows away from her, she said, “And you have my permission to have a great trip here. Please come again soon!”
I am still not sure what happened, but my wrists instinctively went behind my back as I passed the aisle she was standing in. I am still not sure if it happened as a tease or to help her out of the aisle, but her hands went around my wrists very briefly and she said, “Excellent, boy.”
Was it my destiny to wind up in handcuffs today, I wondered? I finally deplaned and was very blushy and a little nervous. My Domme met me at the gate. She grabbed my hand and led me to a quieter place in the airport.
I held out my wrists in front of me, assuming it was time to be handcuffed. “Do you understand there is no turning back, pet?” she asked. “You had a moment of choice when you boarded the plane, you have a moment of choice right now, and your final moment of choice will be when you put ink on the legal documents. After that you are mine forever.” “Yes, Ma’am,” I confirmed. “Excellent.”
She then grabbed my wrist and guided it behind my back. “Hands behind your back, toy,” she commanded. I very quickly complied, and both my wrists met at the small of my back.
Being handcuffed with metal handcuffs has been one of my top desires for what seems like forever. My heart felt like it was going to pound out of my chest, just anticipating it. My Domme knew these desires and let me savor the feeling of her metal cuffs going around my wrists and slowly clicking shut. She grinned as she watched my whole body shudder as the last cuff clicked shut.
As she double-locked the cuffs, I instinctively began sinking to my knees. She pulled me back up with the cuffs. “Not yet, pet!”
She threw a jacket over my wrists and led me through the airport that way. I was then placed in the passenger seat of her car and buckled in.
“Close your eyes, pet,” she ordered. I did so immediately and smiled, knowing I would have no reason to not consent to the blindfold this time, since it wasn’t a blizzard outside like the last time we met.
As we drove, I told her about the flight attendant and how I hoped someday she would meet her. I truly wanted the flight attendant to see who I belonged to. My Domme told me she was very happy I was teased on the way to her, to help get me in the proper mindset.
Once we arrived at our destination, I felt something go around my neck and realized I was being buckled in a new collar. It smelled like leather, which I quite enjoyed and helped get me even deeper into subspace.
My Domme is a fan of artisan leatherwork and told me that once I became her permanent property, she would take me to a BDSM craft fair to have a custom collar made to her specifications and so everyone there could enjoy seeing me in my proper place.
I then felt something attach to my collar and realized it was a leash.
I am guessing no one was around, because my Domme then unbuckled me, helped me out of the car and directed me to the ground with the leash. “Good boy!” she said, after I realized what she wanted and dropped to all fours. She then started walking and I crawled behind her. I can only assume we were heading to an airBNB.
Once we were inside, she ordered me to stand. I did as I was told, but immediately wanted to be back on my knees. I whimpered aloud and my Domme could see from my face that I wanted to be on the ground at her feet.
She raised her foot up, and placed it as against the leash hanging in air between us. She stepped down against the leash and the force dragged me back to the ground. I was quickly back on my knees, with my lips resting on the top of her boot.
I could tell this pleased her. She told me she had always wanted to try that trick and that it had worked exactly as she hoped. It would remove my guesswork out of the equation of when to kneel. I loved how she was going to train me to her preferences.
She released the leash and allowed me to kneel up for a bit. I couldn’t speak because I was so overwhelmed by getting to live this reality but I had been silent too long “Thank me for subjugating you and putting you in the place you were made for.” she commanded. A hard slap went across my face.
I dropped back down into a bow immediately and kissed her boots repeatedly. I kept thanking her for every gift she was giving me in allowing me to live out my purpose as her owned boy.
It was almost time for my dreams to become my reality. I was nervous but trusted her. I knew that she would hurt me but that she would not harm me. She would change me and shape me into her ideal but I was ready to release the person I had made myself into and become the person she made me into instead.
My mind was full of memories of the nights I had begged for her to make me her total and complete property. I wanted her needs, wants, whims and desires to always be paramount and taken care of. I already lived my life in pursuit of that goal. Signing myself into her legal authority was the last piece of power I had to surrender.
I was helped to my feet and led to another room at this point. She directed me to a chair and then I felt metal go around my right wrist. Was this another handcuff?
The clicking noise confirmed it was and then my right wrist was handcuffed to the right armrest of the chair and double-locked. She began un-cuffing my right wrist from the original handcuff and cuffed that one to the left armrest. With my arms now beside me, I could sit down.
I waited for permission and was ordered to sit on the chair. Then I felt some different material going around my left ankle and around my right. They were tied together and then attached to a bar underneath the chair. I later found out they were tied with a silk belt, which felt amazing against my skin and quite the contrast to the handcuffs around my wrists.
She then told me to beg to be her property. I begged as best as I could and begged for around five minutes. I worked up a sweat, was very whimpery and breathless and was finally told that my begging was satisfactory.
I was then ordered to repeat two of my mantras to get me in the proper headspace for signing the papers. “I am your property, and I belong to you,” and “I surrender myself to you, Ma’am. I offer my service. I offer my loyalty. Please use me as you will.”
She had me repeat these phrases for about 10 minutes before she offered me respite and held up water to my lips for me to drink. I was a very obedient, submissive pet at this point and the mantras kept repeating in my head. I couldn’t think of anything else.
My Domme told me it was time to sign and then wheeled over a table close to my right hand. She said that I was about to be on video and to look at the camera and repeat how I truly felt as I signed.
I, BlushingOnMyKnees, hereinafter referred to as Property, surrender myself fully and without reservation as the permanent possession of my Dominant, hereinafter referred to as Owner.
Property acknowledges that Owner assumes all legal and physical authority and responsibility over Property including maintenance, protection, providence, correction, training, and usage. Usage refers to but is not limited to domestic service, entertainment, monetization of skills, and intimate service.
Property surrenders the right to make autonomous decisions regarding:
Dress, grooming, public or private appearance
Marking in visible or covered locations
Receipt of pain or pleasure will solely be at Owner’s discretion
Medical decisions – this document will be reinforced with a separate medical power of attorney
- Mental/Emotional/Spiritual agency
Compliance with assigned tasks to promote desired mental/emotional/spiritual formation
Surrender of privacy regarding mental/emotional/spiritual states
Beginning or ending of romantic relationships engaged in by Property and any non-Owner persons is only permissible at Owner’s direction
Choosing mental health professionals for Property’s care
Any income earned by Property or assets held by Property will be controlled in entirety by Owner
Property’s access to Property’s earned income will be solely at Owner’s discretion
Basic necessities and resources for Property’s wellbeing will be provided by Owner and not withheld in any manner that causes acute or chronic harm to Property
Domestic tasks
- Property will complete any tasks or chores assigned by Owner
- Property will be responsible for remaining alert to identify and implement ways to improve the home environment for Owner and guests without specific direction
Community presence
- Property will support Owner’s public goals and ambitions and will use their skills to further Owner’s accomplishments
- Property will behave in a manner consistent with Owner’s public reputation and not undermine Owner’s desired impact in personal or public spheres
Usage
- Property will be used for Owner’s pleasure and at Owner’s sole discretion
- Attempts by Property to center their own pleasure will be severely corrected
Property’s signature on this document acknowledges the surrender of all legal rights regarding personal agency, autonomy, and independence in relation to the person of Owner.
Furthermore, Property will demonstrate enthusiasm and excellence in service. Property will dedicate themselves to their subjugation and take an active role in identifying ways to increase the depth of their mental, emotional, and physical submission and make their Owner aware of these possibilities – striving to place themselves further in their Owner’s power.
At the bottom of this document were the lines for my signature, my Domme’s signature, and the lawyer as witness.
She removed the blindfold but had everything on the document covered up except for the signature line. She placed the pen in my hand and pushed the paper close enough for me to sign. As I signed, I looked up at the camera and said, “I am your property and I belong to you. I surrender myself to you, Ma’am. I offer my service. I offer my loyalty. Please use me as you will.”
My head then dropped in submission, but was quickly lifted up by my Domme when she grabbed a fistful of my hair and used it as a handle to make me look up at her. Her fingers immediately went toward my mouth and then was filled with fingers. “Suck!” she commanded, before turning off the camera.
I later learned I would spend the night and a part of the next day restrained to this chair. My Domme was not going to let me out until the lawyer signed and approved the paperwork. I truly was her property.
**With the caveat that it is clearly understood why having a legal mechanism for ownership of humans is a terrible, terrible idea
