On Punishment! Part 3
"Suggestive Intimidation on a level that no other Mistress employs"
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On Punishment, Part 3 : Suggestive Intimidation | Thai Mistress Jaa
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It’s challenging to command another person when I lack the proficiency in English to demand respect and don’t have the depth of experience from numerous sessions to guide my actions effectively.
My first clue about how to conduct myself in a session came from a video I watched while studying the femdom lifestyle on kink.com—which, granted, is mostly a porn site with a thin layer of femdom around it—but it does have tiny nuggets of gold that can be found if one looks closely enough.
In the video, the submissive slave is dominated entirely in a foreign language he clearly doesn’t understand. His discomfort tilts the balance of power in his Mistress’s favor, and I found this technique to be brilliant. I used it almost exclusively until the last few years, when I felt comfortable enough with my English proficiency to begin speaking in a more common dialect during my sessions.
But then I saw another video on the same website, one where the Mistress didn’t speak a word at the start. Instead, she sat in a chair and watched in silence while her slave began inching toward her, crawling on the cold stone floor while dragging a massive kettlebell attached to his testicles via a rope.
The pain on the slave’s face was palpable, measurable by the beads of sweat trickling down his forehead, stinging his eyes as he balanced, trying to reach his Mistress in time while avoiding the danger of severing himself from his balls every time he pulled the kettlebell an inch closer to his goddess.
That video inspired my views on punishment techniques so profoundly that I recreated it in a scene with my slave and Mistress Jaa. I had numerous slaves drag a massive kettlebell, tethered to their testicles by a rope, inching towards me—each of them, despite the pain, taking nearly an hour to finish the exercise in devotion.
Great, right?
But despite the dedication and struggle, it didn’t quite fuck with the slave intellectually the way I had hoped. There’s a distinct difference between making a slave persevere through something physically excruciating and instilling absolute dread in their veins. From dread comes fear, and from fear comes respect. That’s what I was after, but how? How could I bring that level of fear to their core without pushing them past their limits in a way that left them broken?
As with most of my ideas, this one evolved. The seed of an idea would grow into something much more refined—and much more effective.