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Inside: Objectification

 

 

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It's the place that some say is a step or two too far for them.  It's a mindset ... of reducing and being reduced.  It's primal.  It's mental.  It's controlling to a whole other place.  It's serving as - whatever, however, and being focused as that - thing.

Whether you're reduced to being a sex object ... or a foot stool .... or an ash tray ... or a urinal ... or a gimp ... or a doll .... or a mindless fuck-hole .... it's about transforming not just the physical ... but letting the mind reduce itself in its role.


Therein lies one of the chief complaints about objectification - it - objectifies the person ... which is the point.  But for some - it's hard to let go of their humanity and sense of self because it's often equated to being a doormat or being abused.

I get that and I can see the logic.

But the concept of being objectified isn't a new one and it's more prevalent in mainstream life than folks may feel comfortable with.  Males routinely objectify women and females are pressured into presenting themselves - as objects.  It may be morally unsavory to think about it in such a way, but think about it: women spend an incredible amount of money, time and effort to qualify for a standard that they think looks good.  To get noticed, to get liked, to be desired.  Men will often take notice, make eye contact, then comment and let the flirting begin.

How is THAT not objectification?

 It is.

Okay - even though My levels objectification extend beyond the mere "peacock ... give chase and go" logic ... the premise of objectification is the same: the mindset, the effort, the execution.  When you break down the processes of both forms of objectification are quite similar.

But there are stark differences though and I recognize that.  My concept does extend well and beyond the peacock preening themselves to look good for the other males.  For Me at least, it's about being reduced - that requires a different mindset and mental process - about having everything stripped from your humanity ... to be transformed ... to identify it as such, embrace it, and become it.  The Dolcett images do come to mind of minds being molded and shaped as their bodies perform unspeakable contortions ... all willing/unwilling participants.

Yes, of course it's fodderistic.  Yes, it truly is unrealistic and I totally know that it's not in the realm of possibility to do this 24/7/365 .... but it doesn't mean an afternoon, day or weekend one can't be placed in this mode.

Hoods: They accomplish objectification in the easiest way possible.  Removing one's identity - featureless - muting the slave's senses or merely just removing their features ... so that they become an object of desire.  The mindset varies, but traditionally it's about accepting the fate in the darkness of their cocooned head.  If they have an open eyed hood - they become another person - another identity - anonymous - no one.  By removing one's features, mentally - I can turn that slave into a fuck hole or other object of My desire.

Animal play:  No not THAT kind of animal play, but becoming the animal ... taping a slave's fingers in a way that makes it look like they are hooves ... a cow bell ... a nose or snout .... harnessing .... again - are transformations from that which they know ... into that which their dominant seeks of them

The Gimp:  When QT "brought out the gimp" - reactions were across the spectrum.  Some saw it as sick to treat someone like that - while others were privately secreting pre-cum at the thought.  For those not familiar with the infamous Pulp Fiction scene - you basically take a slave, dress them in a right leather suit, hood, with a lot of bondage attachments ... keeping them locked in a box or cage only to drag them out and do whatever you want to with them.

The fuck doll:  For the record, I've never had one.  Never even crossed My mind to think of getting one.  But the notion of transforming a slave into a fuck-doll ... has always been hot to Me.  The exaggerated open mouth - often slutty facial features with raging blue eye shadow and bright read lips.  A fuck-doll suit transforms the slave into a plastic, pre-molded featureless doll to be fucked, objectified, or just kept.

Nothing, thing, it:  Being transformed into a nothing - requires very little adornments.  In fact, a nothing can be just someone who doesn't get acknowledged, but is forced to do whatever, however their owner wants.  Nothings tend not to have a need to speak or are generally forbidden to.  They are often micromanaged - "it will pee when told to pee,"  "it will sit here when not told to do anything," "it will not speak," "it will not think of itself," "it will simply exist."

 
"Wait a minute!  Why would anyone willingly subject themselves to such dehumanizing treatment?" The reasons will vary for everyone - and I can only go by what I've observed.  For some, it's a turn-on to be treated with such degradation - that it allows them to go places they normally don't.  For others, it's a reset-restart switch ... a way to cleanse and otherwise start anew by purging the negative and allow some healing and regrowth after an intense session like that.

"So what kind of sick fuck would want to do this to someone?"  Well, Me for one.  I'm a self-identified sadist who loves the concept of reducing one to the level of the doormat.  It goes beyond the physical sadistic drive ... and into a whole new relatively untapped mental/emotional sadistic place for Me.  It's not that I desire someone to forever remain an object ... that's not what I want.  Nor do I have a craving or desire to damage or to break one permanently - but I do seek to engage a slave within the folds of their mind and with a firm grip - yank them from their relative comfortableness and take them into their own emotional masochism.

"But this is abuse!"  Yes it can be when not approached the correct way.  There are primary differences though between this and an abusive relationship, but that's another topic for another day.  The bottom line - as it is for most in the lifestyle - starts with the consensual nature of the rabbit hole you're falling into.

"What are you getting out of this?"  There's a controlling factor that I really like in this type of play.  The micromanagement of it - the mental control aspect of it - the cruelty of it.  It partly feeds the sadistic, it partly feeds the mental bondage craving.  I do like the reducing factor.  I like having that kind of control - knowing that someone has surrendered themselves to whatever I want of them.  Yes - I do feed off that kind of exchange - even if the outside observer cringes and wants to call the police.
But it doesn't mean I want it permanently.  I don't want a doormat - because for Me, I like having those extremes within a slave.  The ability to gimp them for a weekend or for a phase, then pull them out of it and do a project with her or engage in a more cerebral way than what they were just in.  It's about the balance.  It's about being able to enjoy the spectrum from one end to the other - whether we're walking around shopping at the grocery store or I'm petting her hooded-clad head as she remains silent kneeling by my chair. ALL when I Want (and I want... All. I always want to, and entirely, that she is slave. My slave. ONLY my slave.completely )

"So where's the payout?  Is it the sex?" No.  I wouldn't say that My thoughts always gravitate towards the sex as the payout for being objectified.  I don't always equate sex in those terms - nor do I always look at it as foreplay.  Can it be foreplay or a prelude to sex?  Sure, but I can enjoy someone serving as My footstool without needing or having them suck My cock later on.

The payout for Me at least - rests in the notion that it's a mutual experience shared by Myself and that person who wants to serve Me in that capacity.  That has to be the first and foremost mental place ... if it moves to something more sadistic or if it moves to something sexual... great.  But I have a tough time doing something like objectification if I'm trying to do x + y just to get to z.

...if I want z ... I'll take z....