Friday, August 28, 2009

Stating the Obvious

As one might infer from my pet's title as my possession, she is an object. However, that has never been more true until recently. We've been exploring the avenue of objectification. Recently I've taken to the habit of covering her face and head. When that happens, she knows what's coming: She's not to move on her own, not to make any noise whatsoever. She remains where I've posed her, and she says and does nothing in response to me, no matter how painful or horrifying it may be.

Recently I've been keeping it mellow: turning her into an object and using her cunt as a masturbation tool. More and more the idea of objectifying is appealing to me, however, especially when you consider everything. As of late I've also taken to chosing what she wears, much akin to how one might dress up a doll. Even if she's sullen about it, she still does as she's told, as she knows she should.

Part of that growing willingness to obey me in all things, even if she doesn't wish to, comes from something else that happened recently, I believe.

My pet, when upset, can be a willful creature. She reacts on emotion and does not usually think or use logic to decipher what should come next. She simply feels, and that comes out in all manner of releases. As I'm getting to know all the ins and outs of how she functions in any situation, I'm learning better how to maintain control of it. Oftentimes, concerned she might try to sever our relationship--or sometimes because I'm fed up with dealing with her figthing me--I've backed down and let her have her way while she's emotional until she's calmed down to see that she'd been reacting poorly.

Recently, however, I reached a point where I did something very simple. She threw a fit and got angry as we were lying in bed. In her emotionally reactive state she wanted me to leave. I simply told her 'no'. She then wanted to leave to go and sleep on the couch. I told her 'no'. She tried to squirm away from me in bed. I grabbed her, held her, and pulled her close. She tried to fight me. I told her to stop it and calm down, and that I would relax my grip if she stopped struggling.

This was the first time that I had not let her have her way when in her emotional state. She realized, for the first time, that I would not give in, and she would not get her way...she was trapped, stuck doing as I told her, even when she was upset. This was a first for her, and I honestly believe she didn't know how to react, and was surprised at my firmness, and my unwillingness to relent. For the first time, in her emotional state, I had broken her as she accepted her fate. I slept soundly, with my arms around her, and she was forced to remain in bed with me and curled close to me.

Ever since then, she has become more and more malleable, even in her emotionally reactive state. Just the other day she was furious at something--it was minor, I felt, but she mistook what I said and reacted strongly to it even to the point of throwing something across the living room because she's been so stressed lately--and I took her in hand. I sat her down in private, told her what she'd done was not acceptable. She told me what she'd misunderstood, I clarified, but I also told her that there was no excuse for her outburst. At first she had a defiant look and struggled against my touch, but I forced her to meet my eyes and she saw the look in mine. She felt the steel in my touch and in my tone, and she backed down. More and more she has been backing down and bending to me, as she should be, and it is a wonderfully plesent sensation to be able to control her even when she cannot control her own emotions.

The more control I have--in any fashion--the more addicting it is. And what is the ultimate form of control but objectification, where she becomes nothing more than a possession, be it something to toy with for my own amusement, something to use for my own pleasure, or even something to decorate my house with or keep chained to my desk as I go about the rest of my day.

Every day my ultimate authority grows stronger...and every day we become happier than ever.

Despite other worries, frustrations, problems, and anguishes...I've never been more personally fulfilled in my life.

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