(I wrote this in reply to flames leveled at me by "lifestyle submissives" when I posted about the illusion of power exchange in BDSM. They didn't like that word. Not at all. "It's not an illusion. It's my identity," they said. Oi.)
My Dear Sir Stephen,
You must delay your trip to America. No dom is safe here. Roving gangs of arrogant subs have taken over the on-line services and the streets. All over America subs hack at their computers in dimly lit rooms, tracking down doms by methodically cross referencing data bases with old bb posts. (No dom would dare post today.) Woe to the dom who is caught outside his castle. I have gone outside, but I must admit that I went naked except for a collar and cast my eyes down. My submission was cowardly of me, I know, and very real, but I could not risk the derisive chant of "I obey... I obey... I obey..." the subs would have subjected me to had I made eye contact. Forgive me, but I did not want to be counted among the many doms who have thrown down their whips and run.
This may be the end of the world as we have known it. Sir Bill can't even call on the army to quell the disturbance for even there the subs are feigning control. The power of the massed subs is felt everywhere doms once felt safe.
How it all began is a subject of rumor. Some say it is Tipper and Hillary's revenge. But I know it was a misunderstood post on a.s.b. that first gave the subs the idea that submission was only an illusion. "Question reality!" became the battle cry of the subs as they re-evaluated their positions. Email was surreptitiously dispatched and soon the arrogant subs knew what had to be done: Top from the Bottom.
The first hint that something was wrong was an aggressive kiss. I turned her forcefully and administered the usual five sharp spanks, but she kissed me again. Of course I doubled the punishment. The third time it happened I realized that she was provoking the discipline! The horror! It escalated quickly as she spoke without permission then displayed her dark place to me. I backed away slowly as she leered at me, wetting her lips and winking lewdly. I swear I just made it out the door with my libido intact!
I didn't know it then, but all over America the grizzly scene was repeating. Confused doms lost their erections and, unable to face their subs, fled the dungeons, ashamed. Soon we were being hunted, which is where we are today.
I have decided to end it if I can. I will do the unthinkable: I will post a retraction. Yes, the subs may find me if I post, but if I end the unrest my sacrifice will have been worth it. My only real fear is that this has already gone too far, that no sub will ever again be whipped without a smirk on her face, that submission will never again be a mere game.
Forgive me, Sir Stephen, for what I have brought down upon us all.
Your Humble Student,
Catholic Guilt