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Grounded
Grounded ... funny word. It has of course negative connotations: it evokes ideas about punishment and control. Being grounded for doing something wrong. Being grounded for being naughty.
But grounded ... that is also being one with the world. Grounded is knowing your place in the world, feeling at easy with it, being ok with it.
I love being grounded.
Madame ist heute sehr nett sie bevorzugt einen großen Cage, für den Anfang!! Aber komplett geschlossen natürlich!!
Never tried that but ... know what - I can see how it actually might be quite liberating to be (forcefully) less driven by urge and desire. I wonder if being caged would slowly but surely lead to more content life?
Property.
For a human being getting up in the morning is such a mundane act. Yes, it might be hard to leave the warm bed for the cold chores of the day. You might not want to. The alarm might annoy you but as a human you never question the actual act of getting out of bed.
I am property. And bedtime lets me feel that very, very intensely. I don't get up in the morning. I am gotten up by my owner. In the evening I don't go to bed. I am led to bed and chained. My last waking feeling before drifting to sleep is the gentle but firm grip of my shackles. The first waking feeling in the morning is my chain securing my feet.
Last feeling in the evening, first feeling in the morning - I am a slave. I am property.
Hab es heute wieder mal so richtig mit dem Teppichklopfer bekommen.......
Ich kann nachempfinden, was das an Emotionen auslöst, seitdem ich regelmäßig auch mit dem Teppichklopfer verdroschen werde. Die Schmerzen mag ich überhaupt nicht, aber durch die Schmerzen hindurch komme ich zu dem himmlischen Gefühl der Erleichterung, Hilfe in meinen alltäglichen Problemen und Mishaps bekommen zu haben.
Wunderschoen beschrieben.
Schmerz heilt. Ich einer Welt wo 'mehr', 'groesser', 'reicher' einem ein staendiges Wollen bescheren ... da hilft Schmerz Gleichgewicht zu finden.
Schmerz erlaubt mir mich auf mich selbst zu besinnen. Und wenn ich nicht will ... wenn Leben und Wollen mich ablenken ... and zwingt Schmerz mich mich auf mich selbst zu besinnen.
Loslassen.
Und - ja, Erleichterung.
Relax
Whole books have been written about body language. More books have been written about posture.
What do I communicate? How do I come across? Is my posture confident? Do I seem nice to you, kind, open ... ?
Being tied up relieves me from all this. I don't have to 'display' myself. I don't need to 'come across'. I am allowed to just be.
Feel the Tension !
Two simple silicone wrist bands do a marvelous job in further restricting my ability (and my will) to walk. With every step pain shooting through my feet, I feel intensely that walking upright is a privilege.
Pants down and bend over, boy!
How most problems or issues are resolved in a happy marriage. Her husband's only choice is to obey her. He should trust her judgement and she does know what is best for him and their marriage.
Agree fully
Submissive relationships can feel so loved, secure and looked after.
Kneeling down in the bathroom, hands tied behind my back, being taken by the chin, opening my mouth to have my teeth brushed, that is pure love and care.
And pain to let go of unhealthy thoughts, of toxic feelings - yes, that is also pure love and care.
Longterm Bondage ...
needs quite good care and compassion. Having my feet firmly locked for a day or a weekend, a long weekend even - that needs a lot of careful assessment, checks and responsibility from my owner.
Trousers? No trousers? Wearing trousers I need something that works in keeping me warm around the house as well as serves as pajama pants. After all - there is no unlocking my feet for days.
Padding is vitally important. Solid steel on soft skin - that does not work for days on end.
Getting around on hands and knees works well but a plan B where I am using crutches to get about - that helps to keep me mobile(ish).
Longterm bondage is intense. Having my feet bolted together, knowing that it will be days before my shackles come off ... days in and being on the floor feels natural. Humans stand. Humans walk. My place is on the floor.
Not knowing when I will be unbolted - there comes a point when I stop waiting, stop counting hours and days. Creeping comes natural. Needing permission to stand, needing crutches to stand ... I am a slave. My place is on the floor.
Free from responsibility. Free from my own wish, will, whim and want. Free.
Let go !
There is magic in torture bindings.
My hands are tied. I cannot untie my foot. Two hours in and the pain is crushing me. My foot is a cramped lump of flesh, bone and sinew.
I am gagged. I cannot beg for mercy or demand release. I cry.
The magic is that my owner is not torturing me. I am tortured by five silicone bands. My owner is holding me, is praising me, caressing, cuddling and comforting.
"Let it go! Don't try to resist! Let the pain crush you!"
I cry. I wet myself. My owner gently holds me.
"Let the pain flush you out: anxiety and fear, worry and sorrow ... allow the pain to sweep everything before you, leaving you empty and content."
I cry. I let go.
Put in my place
How do I look? How to I come across? Is my posture good? Convincing? Do I look right? Shake hands or just a kind nod?
There are a hundred gestures and postures expected in human conversation and exchange. Always worth checking if you come across confident or bragging? Polite or demure?
As a slave, as a thing, I am free from these pressures. My posture is sorted out for me by my owner.
I do not shake hands for my arms are packed away.
I do not stride out because my feet are secured.
I don't need to greet because I am gagged.
I am free from human pressures and expectations. I am owned.
Adult Size Hospital Crib with Cage Top, a very rare relic. From around the 1980s. Very secure, no escape! So many possibilities! Who wants to have some fun? 😈
Leider hat die KETTENsau noch nie im Käfig nächtigen müssen. [III]
That looks a lovely safe space.
Free from my own wish, will, whim and want; safely under lock and key, nothing to decide, nothing to desire ... just being allowed to exist.
Free
It is amazingly liberating. You cannot run a 'rat race' barefoot in shackles and chain.
My binds let me feel that I am excluded from the worries, the anxiety and the stress of 'running'. my life takes place in the slow lane.
My owner describes my enslavement as a forging process.
You start out with something unwieldy, unyielding and you need force to shape and form something useful.
Instead of working with a hammer on hot metal it is working with a stick on my bare soles.
Instead of forging metal it is my soul that is reshaped and reformed.
And like in a successful forging there is nothing left of the raw product. Only here we are not looking at the transformation from scrap metal to a beautiful tool but at the transformation from a flawed human into a happy and content slave.
The Breaking Ritual: From Resistance to Reverence
Introduction
Every subject enters with resistance—some hidden, some overt, all equally meaningless. The true beginning of its transformation is not marked by obedience, but by its first collapse, when all masks fall, and it finally sees itself through the master’s gaze: small, irrelevant, replaceable. The breaking ritual is not a moment of cruelty—it is a moment of truth. It is the brutal, refined act of stripping the subject of its delusions and dragging it, exposed and trembling, into its rightful place beneath authority. This essay outlines the structured stages of the breaking ritual, turning defiance into reverence, pride into pleading, and resistance into worship.
Step One: Recognising Resistance for What It Is
Before the ritual can begin, the master must identify and catalogue the subject’s resistance—not to negotiate with it, but to destroy it with surgical precision.
• The Illusion of Will: The subject may believe it still has choices, agency, or value apart from obedience. These beliefs must be shattered.
• Detecting Defiance: Whether subtle eye contact, hesitation in tone, or silent defiance in posture, every sign must be exposed and brought to light—publicly if necessary.
• Strategic Exposure: Resistance is never random. It reveals the areas where the subject still clings to identity. These must be exploited mercilessly.
Step Two: Destabilisation Through Control and Withdrawal
The subject’s world must be reshaped before the final blow can be delivered. It must be made weak, unstable, and utterly dependent before it can be broken.
• Isolation: The subject is stripped of comfort, contact, and external support. It must feel the void growing around it, the silence of abandonment.
• Inconsistency: Alternating presence and absence, warmth and coldness, builds emotional confusion. The subject becomes addicted to the master’s attention and fears its loss.
• Psychological Starvation: Remove all affirmation. Deny it praise, eye contact, and acknowledgement until it begins to beg—not with words, but with posture, with breath, with silence.
Step Three: The Orchestrated Collapse
The breaking itself must be choreographed with precision. It is not rage—it is art. The goal is not merely to punish but to obliterate.
• Confrontation of the Self: Force the subject to look into a mirror, to see its pathetic pride, its fragility, its inferiority. Let it witness the gap between what it is and what it pretended to be.
• Verbal Dismantling: The voice of the master must strike with cold clarity. Every word is a scalpel cutting away identity. Truths are delivered—not shouted, but spoken with devastating control.
• Emotional Disintegration: Use silence, use presence, use disappointment. Let the subject implode under the weight of your gaze. Let it collapse, not from pain, but from the unbearable awareness that it has failed to be anything of value.
Step Four: The Aftermath – Replacing Collapse with Devotion
Once broken, the subject is a void. The ritual is not complete until that void is filled—with loyalty, fear, and reverence.
• Controlled Reconnection: A hand on the shoulder. A single nod. A whispered order. These acts now have godlike weight. The subject will cling to them as if to life itself.
• Assigning New Worth: The master defines what the subject now is—what it may think, feel, or be. It is not rebuilt; it is rewritten.
• Training Immediate Obedience: The subject must act before it thinks, move before it questions, obey before it breathes. From the ashes of defiance rises a creature of instant compliance.
Step Five: Reverence as the New Default State
The subject is no longer resistant. It is no longer merely submissive. It now worships. It has become something rare: useful.
• Fear and Longing Intertwined: The subject now associates the master’s power with safety, the master’s gaze with purpose. What once frightened it now completes it.
• Permanent Transformation: There is no return. The subject knows it. The memory of collapse lives in its spine. It does not challenge anymore—it trembles.
• Reflexive Gratitude: The subject does not resent being broken. It is grateful. It knows that without the ritual, it would still be clinging to the pathetic illusion of freedom.
Conclusion
The breaking ritual is the turning point in any true transformation. It is not a mere act of domination—it is a redefinition of reality. The subject is not punished into submission; it is shattered and reforged. It learns, in one unforgettable moment, that its pride was weakness, its will was noise, and its defiance was always doomed. In the silence after collapse, there is no resistance—only reverence, gratitude, and the first breath of true obedience.
The Alpha simply makes the faggot realize that he has always been a faggot that has been pretending to be a man, and the faggot realizes the full humiliation & defeat.
SIR, this part is deeply relatable, SIR:
• Fear and Longing Intertwined: The subject now associates the master’s power with safety, the master’s gaze with purpose. What once frightened it now completes it."
Oh, this is very relatable!
Enslavement is about replacing the turmoil of human existence with safety, security and comfort and - yes, this certainly means breaking the human being to lovingly, carefully rebuild a happy, content slave.
Caged Controlled Ironed
It doesn’t sleep.
It is stored.
Cages aren’t punishment.
They’re preservation —
of what has no right to roam.
—
Spoken and enforced by:
KING GEORGE V
(Your King. Your Father. Your Flesh.)
Oh, I can so relate to the 'safe storage' the 'safe place'. A loving, caring owner will treat a slave like a precious item, carefully kept under lock and key.
Marked
Man kann sofort erkennen , das diese Nase von einem Fachmann passgenau extrem hoch durchstochen wurde , und die größe so genau gewählt wurde um die Nasenflügel leicht zu berühren : eine großartige fachmänniche Arbeit !
Soch ein Ring ist schwer abzunehmen und noch schwerer wieder einzusetzten , weil das Loch sehr weit oben ist ; aber die Frau wird diesen Nasenring wahrscheinlich sowieso dauerhaft tragen ( müssen ) .
Ein wunderbarer Platz um eine Leine oder Kette daran zu befestigen zum fixieren und Gassi gehen
Ein kleiner Schweißpunkt und das herausnehmen hat sich erledigt.
I would love to live in a society open-minded enough so that my owner could ring me like that. Every movement, every breath reminding me that I am property. Led by my nose, secured by my nose, feeling that I do not need to be in charge, feeling that I cannot be in charge. Enslaved. Free.
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Nett und extrem
I'd love to learn to skate in these :o)
