🎥 The Scene That Marked Me
In 1984, when I was 7 years old, I saw a film called The Ice Pirates. It was a comedy space adventure, but one scene changed me forever. In it, men are strapped to a conveyor belt. They are stripped, shaved, examined, and processed like cattle. At the end of the line waits a machine designed to take away their manhood. Just before the metal teeth nashers do the deed between their legs, a princess intervenes. She selects them to keep their bits; she has picked them to serve her, to be her property, her slaves.
👑 Claimed and Displayed
The men are then dressed in tight Lycra, their bodies on display, owned in a way that is both exposing and erotic. At 7, I did not know why this transfixed me. I only knew I could not look away. The mix of exposure, control, objectified, and ownership burned itself into me. My body recognised it even when my mind could not name it.
💠 The Spark of Submission
That moment was the first time I felt the pull of submission. I wanted to be one of those men. Stripped, helpless, chosen, and kept. I wanted to be saved from destruction by a powerful woman and remade as hers. It was not a game. It was not a passing thought. It was the moment my submissive wiring lit up, and it has never gone out.
🫀 My Confession/Reflection
This is where it began for me. Not with a partner. Not with an encounter. With a film. With a Princess who chose who to save and who to own. I was 7 when I knew what I wanted: to be claimed, to be taken out of the crowd, to be spared because she wanted me, and to be displayed for her pleasure.
I am still waiting for my Princess. The one who will save me, not by sparing me, but by claiming me completely.
🖤 See the clip that awoke my submissive side:
https://vimeo.com/1112868208?fl=pl&fe=sh
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