Direction and Acceptance
One of the many joys of being a Dom and experiencing the submission of a willing accomplice is the ability to direct the action. I do not mean barking orders or having my way physically with a sub. No, what I am referring to in this instance is the ability to direct her actions upon herself; when she is her own tormentor, ravisher, or enchanter acting solely in response to my thoughts and words. It is a grown-up version of playing the puppeteer, pulling the strings of the marionette. This is not your father’s cheesy puppet show though; no early black and white television Kukla, Fran and Ollie is this. No, this is very real, and highly erotic.
In life, we all want to be the producer, director and leading actor of our own play. If only all the other actors would just do as they were told, would read the script we have written for them, say their lines on cue. If only the scenery were just so, everything would be perfect! We would be completely happy. Trouble is, not only do the other actors in real life not read our lines on cue; they have their own scripts, and their own plays where they are the star. How dare they! So we rail against life and struggle to get everyone in their positions on cue, reciting the lines we have prepared for them. Rarely if ever does it work. If only we possessed the acceptance of a submissive.
In the parallel universe we call D/s, we can actually construct the stage and set, write the script and musical score, and direct the action and dialogue as we so desire. But it takes a willing accomplice, a submissive that shares the same vision and is willing to apply the extreme level of acceptance to our direction that would seemingly serve us all so well in life. In so doing, she fulfills many of her own desires but also her Dom’s wish to exercise absolute control, or at least revel in the illusion of doing so. The curtain goes up, the Dom directs and the sub plays her part.
This is particularly poignant when I direct my Muse to act not upon me but upon herself for better or worse. It is one thing to direct her to please me in some way, but directing her to please or deny herself takes submission to an entirely different level. Not only must she act upon my direction but also must exhibit the will to suffer or revel in the sensations brought by her own hand. Start, stop. Faster, slower. Harder, softer. I command the action and pace, she performs the deed and experiences the consequences, gladly, willingly, and submissively.
This to me is one of the extreme forms of submission and indeed requires a remarkable level of simultaneous self-will and acceptance on the part of a submissive. It is a powerful paradox that she displays; the will to carry out the deed by her own hand and the acceptance to tolerate its effects, all in response to my wishes. Can there be anything more rewarding than this for a Dom? This is not about my physical gratification; this is about extreme mental and emotional gratification.
Sure, every Dom wants to get his rocks off and enjoy the pleasures of the flesh. Who doesn’t? But the real depth, the real joy for me is in the thrill and sense of honor, duty and responsibility I feel when my Muse propels herself into these most submissive moments. My proverbial living puppet.
But what cannot be sensed and enjoyed from a mere puppet is the very human reaction such experiences bring. The ecstasy and delicious frustration as I command her to please herself, edging or peaking over and over again, permitting unrelenting pleasure while denying desperately sought release. Or conversely the agony and relentless desire for cessation when I direct her to pinch here or squeeze there, harder and harder, as the pain tries desperately to overcome the will. I love to observe the internal struggle played out across her face between self-will and self-preservation whether in pain or pleasure, most likely a mixture of both. This is when I experience her submission in one of its richest and deepest forms. This is when she gives herself to me as no other can or would. This is when I feel a depth of gratitude for her indescribable.
For a brief time, I am actually the director and producer of my own play, yet never the leading actor. That honor has always been, and will always be, reserved for none other than my Muse.
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