Sure, it's fun to have your will stripped away piece by piece. Each word breaking down your defenses, each impact bringing you one step closer to surrender.

But what about starting from a place of eager submission? Hopping up onto a bench or table, eyes shining, chattering excitedly as you obediently lie still to be strapped down. Starting to sink into deep, blissful surrender before you even feel the first strike.

And then the first strike lands. It doesn't even hurt; they're just getting warmed up, after all. But you feel a little... itch, almost. Like that submission is just a hair further away.

Another impact. You struggle slightly, not to try to escape, just to try to catch a glimpse of them. You give up after a moment, settling back into compliance.

What if each hit, each word, each bit of praise or degrading name, instead of stripping down your will, built it up? If, already bound and powerless, it was your obedience, your submission, your surrender that was slowly and methodically stripped away?

If you desperately wanted to sink into that heady, floaty space where everything felt good and nothing mattered, but instead you couldn't help but struggle uselessly against your bonds. Every ounce of willfulness and rebellion you've ever experienced flaring to life. Maybe they gag you, or maybe they enjoy hearing your big words and empty threats. Maybe you even start to cry, desperately wanting to surrender, to submit, but being simply unable, your body not allowing you to stop resisting, to stop struggling, to translate the pain into bliss.

Until eventually, you're just a trapped animal, still fighting, still struggling, even as your strength fails you. So completely and utterly helpless and powerless without even the ability to let go of the search for some control, without even the ability to properly enjoy it.

Each impact giving you just enough strength and resistance to struggle until the next one, each impact taking the surrender you crave just a bit further out of reach.

Just sayin'.