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An interesting musings about enslavement. Some of it rings a bit - how to say - esoteric to me but really a lot matches my experiences and lifestyle.

Enslavement for me is about freedom; freedom from choice and demand. Freedom from my own wish, will, whim and want. Nothing to decide. Just being allowed to exist, to be cared for, to be supported, to be used.

Feeling precious. Knowing that I am treasured. Feeling that I am kept under lock and key because I am a valuable possession.

The Art of Ultimate Surrender

Consensual Non-Consent (CNC) is one of the most complex, intense, and profound expressions of power exchange within BDSM. It is not simply an act or a kink - it is an entire philosophy of surrender, a structured dynamic that removes the traditional boundaries of negotiated consent and replaces them with absolute authority and control.

For those who live it, CNC is not about fleeting encounters or carefully constructed scenes; it is a way of being, a psychological and emotional state of submission that extends beyond play into reality. In its truest form, CNC is about removing the illusion of choice, relinquishing personal agency, and entering a space where one’s autonomy is not merely limited, but completely overwritten by another’s will.

Defining Consensual Non-Consent

At its core, CNC is the intentional and consensual surrender of the right to say "no." It is the relinquishment of control so absolute that consent is given once and for all, rather than on a case-by-case basis.

Unlike traditional BDSM, where consent is typically ongoing and renegotiated, CNC creates a space where the submissive no longer holds power over the dynamic. Instead, they enter a state where their body, mind, and choices are dictated by another, without the expectation of further discussion or permission.

This is not pretend non-consent. It is not about acting out fantasies of resistance while secretly controlling the outcome. True CNC is the surrender of resistance itself, until submission is not merely expected, but instinctual.

The Psychology of CNC: Why It Works

For many, CNC is a deeply psychological experience. It taps into primal desires, psychological conditioning, and identity restructuring that go far beyond simple dominance and submission.

1. The Illusion of Choice vs. the Security of Control

Many submissives describe CNC as an experience of profound liberation - not from responsibility, but from the burden of choice. In a world where autonomy is expected and decisions are constant, the ability to hand over control completely can be deeply freeing.

No need to decide. Master decides.

No need to hesitate. Hesitation is eliminated.

No need to question. There is only obedience.

2. The Conditioning of True Submission

In a CNC dynamic, obedience is not a decision; it is an inevitability. Through psychological and behavioural conditioning, the submissive is trained to respond to commands without hesitation, without doubt, without even the impulse to resist.

Operant Conditioning: Rewards and punishments reshape behaviour. Over time, obedience becomes instinctive.

Cognitive Reframing: The submissive learns to associate pleasure, purpose, and fulfilment with surrender.

Dismantling of Autonomy: The submissive’s ability to make independent choices is gradually eroded, leaving only pure, unquestioning servitude.

The end result is a state where submission is not merely an act, but an identity. The submissive does not simply "choose" to obey - they exist to be controlled.

CNC in Practice: Power Beyond Negotiation

While CNC is deeply psychological, it is also highly structured. It is not a chaotic loss of control; it is the systematic restructuring of control into an organised, functioning dynamic where the submissive’s role is permanently and irrevocably defined.

1. The Elimination of Safe Words

Traditional BDSM relies on safe words as a safeguard against going too far. In a true CNC dynamic, however, there are no safe words—because there is no "too far."

This does not mean reckless or irresponsible behaviour. It means that the boundaries of consent have already been established at the beginning, and from that point forward, control is absolute.

2. The Role of Force and Resistance

While some CNC dynamics involve physical force, it is not necessary. The true power of CNC lies in the erasure of resistance altogether. The submissive is not simply overpowered; they are trained not to resist in the first place.

If Master wishes to use them, they are used.

If Master wishes to hurt them, they are hurt.

If Master wishes to take, they take—because they have the right to, without permission, without question.

For the submissive, this is not about enduring suffering—it is about accepting their place, embracing their purpose, and finding fulfilment in absolute surrender.

3. Ownership Beyond Role-Playing

In CNC, the submissive is not a player in a scene; they are property in reality. Their body, their pleasure, their suffering - it all belongs to the one who owns them. This means:

They do not set the terms of their use.

They do not dictate what is done to them.

They do not have the right to revoke consent—because they gave it away completely.

This is not a fantasy. It is a lived reality, where the submissive no longer belongs to themselves in any way.

The Sensuality of Total Control

There is an undeniable sensuality in CNC; not just in the acts themselves, but in the deep psychological connection it creates.

The thrill of knowing you are powerless.

The heat of being used without permission.

The ache of being taken, pushed, disciplined, and controlled.

The addictive pleasure of surrender so complete, it consumes you.

For both Dominant and submissive, CNC is not just about actions - it is about who they are.

For the Dominant: The intoxicating power of true ownership. No negotiations. No limitations. Just raw, undeniable control.

For the submissive: The bliss of being nothing but a vessel for their Dominant’s will. No autonomy. No hesitation. Just absolute surrender.

This is not roleplay. It is not a game. It is the most profound state of ownership and submission that can exist.

The Intersection of CNC and Satanism

For those who follow the path of Satanism, CNC takes on an even deeper meaning. Satan is the Lord of indulgence, power, and breaking the chains of false morality. True Satanic devotion is about power...taken, not given.

A Master in a CNC dynamic embodies that power, not asking, but taking. The submissive, in turn, embraces the beauty of being completely ruled, utterly owned, totally reshaped into the image of their Master’s desires.

In this, CNC is not just submission; it is a Satanic act of defiance against the weak, the mundane, the enslaving morality of those who fear power and control. To embrace CNC is to embrace the raw, unfiltered truth of dominance and submission in its most absolute form.

The Truth of CNC

CNC is not for the uncertain, not for the faint-hearted, not for those who cling to illusion. It is the purest, most demanding form of submission; one that requires a level of trust, devotion, and surrender that few can truly comprehend.

For those who live it, CNC is not just about control - it is about identity, purpose, and power in its most primal and profound form.

To be taken, owned, used, and shaped into nothing but an extension of another’s will...this is the pinnacle of submission.

This is the beauty of CNC.

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Good Night, my Slave

Shacked and chained to my bed is intense. My last waking feeling is that my feet are chained. First thing I really feel waking up is that I am chained.

I do not get up. Humans get up. I am an item, a treasured possession, firmly secured in its place. I will be gotten up when my owner has use for me.

Things that worry humans are of no meaning to me: appointments, tasks ... I don't have appointments. My owner has an appointment for me. I don't have tasks. My owner has tasks for me. Time has no meaning for a chained slave.

I am safe, secure, unburdened from the pressures of freedom.

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Stress Positions & Torture Bondage

There is a certain quirky magic to being forced into stress positions or being tied into torture bondage.

When my owner whips the soles of my feet to pulp, then there is no inkling of a doubt about the power dynamics. My owner is breaking me. Being a human being means that there is always some lingering desire for free will and want. Being human is about wishing to do, to control, make and decide. Only - for me free will often comes with anxiety and fear. Free will brings panic and indecision and frustration. We found long ago that removing my free will helps a long way towards calm and happiness. Alas - like pulling a foul tooth, removing free will comes with force and pain.

My owner does not punish me. That would be stupid. Being punished would mean that I had the free will, the free decision to do something right or wrong. Now, that would be as counterproductive as it gets. Punishment implies decision.

My owner tortures me. Inflicting pain overwhelms me. Inflicting pain flushes out other feelings, other experiences. Pain leaves no room for worries and anxiety. Pain pushes aside my fear.

But of course being torture by the one who cares for me, the one who loves me and looks after me ... awkward.

Like giving a child the bitter medicine, like forcing a grumpy friend to do the right thing ... yes, a bit like that. To me pain is a medicine - bitter but effective.

Here comes the magic of being forced into a torture tie.

My owner's role changes.

The toes of my feet tied to breaking point. My feet rigid with pain ... my owner is holding me close. My owner is calming me, praising me for enduring.

A length of rope is doing the torturing.

My owner is doing the care.

I wriggle. My hands are tied behind my back. I cannot save my feet.

I cry. I am gagged. I cannot beg for mercy.

My owner kisses my tears away. My feet are at the same time numb and on fire. A quirky feeling. A weird feeling. I wet myself. My owner praises me for letting go. No control. None whatsoever. I cannot even control my own body. Good! Let it go! My owner cleans me, cares for me, caresses me. Let it go! No control.

I am hugged. I am held close.

There is a certain magic to stress positions and torture ties. A length of rope is inflicting pain on me.

My owner cares for me, looks after me.

I cry.

I let go.

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Torture ties ...

,,, make for an interesting dynamic: when my owner is giving me a bastinado, whipping the soles of my feet to pulp, then there is no hiding from the fact that I am a tortured slave with a torturing owner.

When my feet are put into a torture tie ... nothing much happens. Half an hour later it hurts badly. My hands are tied behind my back. An hour into the bind and my feet are two lumps of flesh, bone and pain. I am gagged.

My owner is comforting me. I mew into my gag. I am cuddled. I get praise for enduring my torture. I cry. I am comforted. I am told that I am doing well. Let it go! I sniffle. My owner hugs me, praises me. I cry. I feel how my pain overwhelms me. I wet myself. My owner commends me for letting go. I am a slave. I am not in control - not even of my own bodily functions.

My owner is hugging me, holding me tight.

The torture tie is breaking me.

I am cuddled, comforted.

I am not in control. I am owned.

[tilphil]

What a wonderful yet simple way to ensure that you are in need of looking after. I'd so love to wear them.

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Pain

Bitter medicine. Powerful medicine.

Pain allows me to let go. Pain cleans. Pain washes away other feelings, worries and fears like a cleansing flood.

Having my toes painfully hogtied, my feet slowly but surely cramp into solid lumps of pain. Hardly any movement. My big toes twitch in pain. Every twitch feels like it is snapping my toes out of their joints. My soles feels like tensioned drum pads. I moan into my gag. I am glad that I cannot see a clock painfully counting the minutes.

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So good to be owned. Safe. Secure. Free from your own wish, will, whim and want. A vessel for your owner's desire. Nothing to decide. Nothing to chose. Just being allowed to be in the moment. Free.

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The soles ... window to the soul.

Taking control of the slave's feet is intense.

Taking control of the slave's feet is rewarding. Tease and tickle, torment and torture - the soles give access to the slave's mind and soul. Sensitizing the slave's soles with a brush, preparing them with ointment and oil then slowly, slowly roasting them with the hair dryer till the slave wets itself, telling you that you now have full control over the bodily functions of your property. Whipping its soles of the slave till it soils itself, letting it feel that it has no control, none whatsoever.

The soles ... ready to take ownership of the slave's soul.

The soles ... access to break the human being into fragments and then slowly, lovingly, carefully putting the shards back together to form a slave.

Free. Free from its own wish, will, whim and want. An empty vessel to be filled by it's owner's demand and desire.

The soles ... my soles ... I cry into my blindfold. I bleat into my gag. I present my feet to my owner to crush my soul, to help me to let go, to liberate me from being human.

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Grounded

Being kept barefoot in shackles and chain ... love it! But it is intense.

Humans stride out. Every step I do, my chain reminds me that I am owned.

Humans wear shoes. Every step I feel the ground beneath bare slave soles.

Stomping a foot, kicking up a fuss - not for me. Barefoot in chains, I step carefully, walk gingerly.

I have no key to my feet. Every step reminds me that these feet are someone's property, that I am just allowed to use them to walk.

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Dehumanization can have a place in a Master-Slave relationship.

Kneeling, creeping, having my hands put away, my arms secured, being kept gagged apart from feeding time ... all those steps help letting go of human aspirations. Humans stand. Humans stride. Humans take things into their hands. Humans eat dignified at a table.

Creeping towards a bowl, slopping food lets me feel very, very intensely that I am cared for, I am looked after, I do not need nor want. I have an owner who cares for me.

Quite an inspiring image.

I'd love to have a place like that in the basement. Safe. Secure. A slave stashed away.

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True Classic

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Now, that does look like a contraption my owner would like :o)

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Slave's Feet

It is certainly something that takes getting used to. Human beings are 'brought up'. Even in this simple statement there is an expectation of being 'up'. Humans it seems are expected to be upright, to be upstanding.

If you lock away the feet, you take away a lot of what is expected of the human. A slave kneels. A slave does not need to 'make stand' or to 'stand up to be counted'. A slave is allowed to be down.

With my feet shackled in classic rigid slave shackles, I sit or I kneel. To get around, I need crutches or I move on hands and knees. Having my feet locked away, kneeling, looking up to my owner, I feel safe. I am in my place. I am looked after.

I am a slave.

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Broken Slave safely put away.

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Riding my Pony

Such a simple way to put me in my place: a leaning tree, hands and feet chained and that is it: locked in place.

Heart beating ferociously. I listen for every distant sound ... dog walker? Hikers gone astray? Children exploring?

I am grateful that I am gagged. It would be less embarrassing to 'meet' folk only being able to communicate with nods and shaking of my head than when I would have to talk.

Time flowing like treacle. It is not uncomfortable. It is just that I feel very, very intensely that I am property, locked in place by a loving, caring owner.

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While I love it when my owner takes me out with my hands tied behind, we did find out - sometimes the painful way - that on rough ground tied arms can be dangerous.

So recently I got mittens. Simple. Sensible. Easy. I can't use my hands yet I can balance when I try to go across bumpy ground with a short walking chain.

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Half of the torture is the fear of the next strike.