Domination, illusion, instrumentalization

Sometimes I receive requests for sessions that make me react.
And sometimes, yes, I react.
Duly noted.

Hello **,

You already contacted me last spring. At the time, I pointed out that your request was based more on degradation than humiliation, which is of little interest to me. Reading you again today, my impression remains the same. I have therefore decided to decline your application for reasons I will take the time to explain to you.

First of all, I have a great deal of fatigue and little regard (euphemism) for self-proclaimed "alpha" males, macho men and macho rhetoric. If you are sincere in your presentation, your attitude and prejudice towards women is - alas - not a game, but a deep-rooted problem. As a woman and a feminist, I invite you to revise your positions and finally respect the other part of humanity.
You say that "curing your weaknesses" is precisely what you're hoping for from our session? BDSM is not therapy. It may resemble it, but it's not enough on its own.
If you think you're "curing your machismo" in this way, you're deluding yourself for the benefit of those who keep you under this illusion.
After that, everyone has the right to choose their fantasies.

Do you really suffer and want to change? Perfect, educate yourself!
Good news: you don't need anyone to get you started. Today, resources abound, from podcasts to community venues, books and workshops.
Bad news: it's long, involving, but, excellent news, exciting and conducive to much more harmonious relationships than those built on the unequal and now shaky (it's about time!) foundation of patriarchy.
Aren't you? Your desire to progress is just a facade or a convenient alibi. No excuses.

Finally, the precision of your scenario, right down to the phrases I have to shout at you while you're on the floor clutching your balls, indicates that you're reducing me to a mere instrument subject to your desire. But I don't intend to be ordered around, like a shopping list, on what I do or don't do in a session.
In this respect, I find the details on my clothes perfectly irritating.
If I don't feel like wearing cleavage, short skirts or stockings, I won't wear them.
If I don't want to embody the femininity you despise and fear, I won't do it.
Don't you realize that by making these demands, you're simply reproducing the very domination you say you want to break away from? While you claim to be eager to submit, you define :
1/ the scenario to which a woman must conform,
2/ the words she has to say,
3/ what to wear.
In other words, you're going to pay me to fulfill your specifications, based on a framework in which you adopt the posture of the little male before taking up the mantle of the alpha male when you leave. Where's the domination? All I see in it is the purchase of a service, shaped and directed by your choices... Yet another avatar of machismo, disguised as obedience for the time being.
Aware of the limits of my activity, I sometimes accept this deal. But insofar as your request is based on something I abhor and fight, I'll take no for an answer. Because if you were to come, I might just get angry and break your balls, literally.

Your intention is to be actually dominated? Very well, then. Let's plan a session where I do whatever I want within your boundaries. You'll have no cleavage, no miniskirt, no Louboutins, and maybe nothing at all, except orders to stand still for as long as I like, in any position I like, ignored in a corner of my Boudoir if that's my wish.
Then, yes, you will be obedient and submissive.

Whipping,
Madam.

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