The master told me to lie on the ground, and from now on, I was not allowed to speak without his permission

The master told me to lie on the ground, and from now on, I was not allowed to speak without his permission.

So I degenerated into a pet, and if I wanted to do anything, I could only do it with my hands and feet.

I wrapped my arms around him, shook my hands on his lap, stuck my tongue out and licked the cup, and shook my head and tail for a few rounds before he understood that I wanted to drink.

Watching him get up and go away, I entered the cage as if I had been relieved to get out of life for a short time, and then I heard his footsteps gradually, and my heart jumped as if he had stepped on it.

He put a bowl of water in front of me, touched his head and said, “If you want to drink water, you can lick the cup?” What should I do if I want to go to the toilet for a while? ”

Before I could finish speaking, my body burned hot like a flame, and I turned my head away in shame, and a kind of “disability” happiness began to envelop me and devour me from the inside out.

I savored the emotions that came out of this predicament—happiness. Extremely real joy.

Nobel laureate Tony Morrison once said, “The minimum freedom of the individual begins with language.” Even the slightest violation is painful. ”

So she wouldn’t agree with me – “How can you be happy when you’re deprived of the right to speak?” ”

Chances are she’ll call me a madman.

If a Nobel laureate says I’m crazy, then I’m probably going to think I’m really crazy.

Just like in “Golden Age”, there are many people who call Chen Qingyang “broken shoes”, so she should think that she is a broken shoe.

Ever since I was a child, I have always been a person who needs to be “recognized” by others, and I can’t live without the needs of others.

The same is true in work and life.

My work belongs to the most basic level, and I will work overtime all night when the leader improvises; My colleague doesn’t know a word, and I’ll do all the work.

While being praised for being capable, the work became more and more difficult.

Finally, two months ago, I felt like I was going to collapse. Not only because I have a lot of work, but also because I can’t get any positive recognition.

On one side is the leader’s “don’t complain, we can all see your efforts”; On the one hand, I do too much wrong, and every time the accountability will fall on my head accurately.

I tried to say something, but I found that my mouth seemed to be gagged. It’s like being pressed the silence button, and you can only bury your head in work and can’t speak, which is painful and awkward.

So I took annual leave, begged my s to allow me to serve him, and begged him to use me to satisfy any fantasies he had.

I need to be “needed” so much, like a whale to the sea, a bird to the forest, and if I don’t get the affirmation of others, I will die.

I’m like a beast with teeth and claws, selfish and perverse, and this request comes down not because he needs me, but because he “needs” me.

I need him to affirm me, to praise me, to give me value, to give me meaning.

So, the opening scene happened by coincidence.

I was amazed to find that although I could speak at work, I was in fact unable to speak. In BDSM I am not allowed to speak, but in fact he is following what I say all the time. (Use me to satisfy fantasies, give me meaning)

So I got two very different feelings.

One is sexy and charming, like Mu Ganlin, I hope that I will not wake up after being drunk for a long time; One is to cry without tears, like pulling out the tongue, like falling into hell and infernal affairs.

My s told me that most of the subordinates are relatively strong in life and are burdened with a lot of decision-making pressure, so they choose to release themselves to the fullest in this virtual game; And like me, who is commanded and drunk at work, and who still likes to be a “cow and horse” in a BDSM relationship, he has met for the first time.

I didn’t bother to explain the difference between the two with him.

Hum. Who made him almost suffocate me to death in order to see the embarrassment of “not being able to speak, how to express and going to the toilet”.

But I believe you in front of the screen must be able to understand.

Talking about confinement with those who have freedom will evolve into a “sexy game”; Talking to those behind bars will only hit them in the sore spot.

Power can only be surrendered voluntarily and cannot be forcibly taken away.

So how can the “submissiveness” at work be confused with the “order and prohibition” at play?

So I thought, in me, maybe Tony Morrison’s sentence could be modified a little.

“The minimum freedom of the individual begins with language. Even the slightest violation is painful because it is taken by force; But once I give it voluntarily, I will make people happy, because it gives me shame, but it can be taken back at any time. ”