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I've found this thread very interesting and wanted to add a, perhaps, different example of objectification.
The scenarios described so far are all played out withing the frame of an established committed emotional (although LD in many cases) relationship. A dynamic where the pyl is also loved and cared for.
As MIS said, one of the appeal for the pyl in such a relationship is that it reinforces her power position within the relationship; objectification puts her in the place she belong: subordinate, to serve, for his convenience and pleasure.
I would like to describe the feeling of objectification, within a totally different dynamic.
I've been seeing a Sadist in the last few months.
The dynamic is such at the moment that the exchanges between plays are, on his part very brief and to the point with the scope to assess where I stand after the previous play and set a date for the following encounter. We always start out as a nice conventional date even thou little words and actions here and there quickly put me in my place. When we get to the play place, I've not been allowed, so far, to look at him. The play is all about what He wants, taking what He wants and getting what He wants. It has nothing to do with me and what I want; my pleasure is nowhere in the picture. It makes me feel as all I am is just a willing body, that all the value that there is to me is how well I satisfy His desires. He will indulge me when He is done, but it still feels like the way you would care of a possession that you wish to be able to use again: even aftercare is somewhat objectifying.
Part of me wishes to develop a closer relationship and felt at first put of by the distance and shortness. And especially while going through sub-drop I am desperate for more closeness, more emotions, more attention, and He has made it clear that He is interested to here my thoughts (they are honestly in no form to be communicated at the time) and be there for me within the limits of his time.
But the fact is that, as soon as I regain my balance, I keep the distance myself. Part of me, I discovered, is totally enjoying this feeling of being just a willing body, something that you can and will replace if it does not work or perform as expected, something that you turn to when you need to scratch a hitch.
I know that the longer we interact, deeper connections will develop and this feeling of just being a body without identity will slowly fade. I wish before that happens to experience how it would feel to skip the friendly drinks before play and the down time afterward and go straight to play and than have him pack up and leave while I straighten up the room ...
Oh dear Lord this is delicious and where do I find your stateside evil twin?
Here's another I love -
H was, 30 years ago, a domestic sissy in an organized house. He was pretty much "the slut" - the personal maid was telling him at one point that the Mistress had this one client - the personal maid would go in, tie him down, tease him, hood him up. The Mistress would go in, and lean down and talk in his ear and do things to him in the chair, subtle, evil things, all the while talking, and leave before he was uncovered.
He never saw her.
But just as much, and only reading this thread, I realize she never saw HIM.
This would never fly in todays "beef market, barbie collecting" prodomme world where everything is pics and crap. I was born too late, I'm sure of it, from hearing this.
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