TexasMaam
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ORIGINAL: ElektraUkM
...Then I found out that, as Lordandmaster says here, it's not 'real'... it's a trick, and you're meant to be agreeing to it. So, then I thought... where is the fear? When you know it's not real..? I'm not meaning to knock anyone's fun, but it would do nothing for me. Hmm... maybe just pee me off.
~ Elektra
I was an apprentice to a Domme and was eager to learn about the powers of suggestion when scening a sub. The lesson of the day concerned just such suggestion.
Just before being blindfolded I was given a glimpse of a sleeping cat in a box. I guessed it was sleeping. It was curled up, motionless, in a box. Only a fraction of a second of a glimpse, but it was enough.
I was bound, and gagged, and laid across a table. "Hand me that cat..." were the only words spoken. A sub in the room presumably 'handed the Domme the cat', (I was blindfolded), and a series of eerie and bizarre sounds ensued. A soft tearing sound, thumping, the clank of ice on ice....and occasionally ice was dripped along My body.
A metallic smell, not unlike the scent of freshly wrapped meat, permeated the room.
A warm fur was rubbed across each arm, leg, breast, and the metallic smell in the room made my breath stop cold. I kept telling myself 'this isn't real, they're faking me out', but in the darkness and the silence fear gripped me as a sharp object was drawn across my skin. Suddenly, I heard "put it in the freezer and let's leave her".
A heavy, rubbery 'thunk' like the sound of a large ice chest closing followed. Then a door thudded closed. Silence. Darkness. That eerie metallic scent. Worst of all, I never heard that cat.
Now, I knew this woman to be an animal activist and knew she would never harm her own beloved pet. I also knew that harming any cat, or any animal, was a hard limit that she would never breach. I KNEW these things with certainty, but in that room, as the air got increasingly colder, in the darkness, unable to move, unable to see, a primal fear began to gnaw at me. As the hours wore on, I drifted in and out of fitful sleep, waking once to feel a soft blanket covering my shivering feet. Without a sound in the room I was certain that who ever had come had left just as quietly.
Finally, after what seemed an eternity, She returned. Doors opened and closed, metal objects clinked and clanked together on what I knew was a tabletop to my right. Chunks of block ice were rubbed across my skin until it burned. I heard chipping sounds, muted hammering sounds, and an ice cold chunk of something was rubbed across my...well, you get the picture.
By the time I orgasmed repeatedly on this cold, wet piece of who knew WHAT it was, I was screaming for release but of course the gag stopped any sound.
I was suddenly covered in warm blankets, untied, un gagged, and was assisted by several sets of hands to sit up while I sobbed and shivered uncontrollably. A soothing voice kept quietly insisting that I open my eyes to see.
On the table were a series of peices of fake fur, some dry, some wet, two frozen. There was a cooler of block ice, in pieces. There was an open plastic tub of defrosted chicken liver off in the corner.
The white persian cat was sitting quietly, staring at the liver, waiting to be fed.
The nefarious object that had gripped me with such fear, that I was convinced was some horrible piece of something gruesome and unspeakable, that had given me such horriffic pleasure was a semi frozen partially green banana, still in it's darkening skin, wrapped in a single layer of cellophane.
To quote Jasmyn: "for that moment, in that time, they believe it all to be true... and he later tells you, he feared the power I had over him in that scene, and that if I had asked him to get rodgered by a 100 men, crawl across coals and fall to his death over the edge of a cliff he feared he would have..."
A truly successful mindgame can lead your imagination to places you never thought it would go. It is 'that moment, in that time' that you believe it MIGHT be true, when primal fear begins to grow and feed on itself and becomes so gripping it leaves you completely paralyzed. That is 'where the fear' is.
I still remember to this day what that felt like. I know, and understand, as a result of that lesson, just how overwhelming terror can be. It's a dangerous razors edge indeed. Having a Dom, or Domme, who knows how to pull you safely back from the brink without permanent psychological or emotional impairment is paramount.
I'm sure that I'm a better Domme for having learned what it is to be in fear's unrelenting grasp.
Texas Maam
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