Wafflies' Proclivities

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The CEO just sat there behind her desk, legs crossed as her eyes locked directly with my own keeping my attention from escaping her.

“You ask why we do it? We lived through an era where virtue was dead, people flaunted their Nouveau riche status and rubbed it in the faces of the poor. Embracing your worst self was considered a status symbol. Everyone wanted to think they were an expert in everything, the all knowing man so he doesn't need to listen to fields that he knows nothing of. Leaders were elected because they are cool, funny or loud enough and we all went a little backwards for it each time. Humanity was viewed as unfit to have absolute freedom, they had to be fixed, improved, disciplined by their betters and forced to once again work for the collective good..”

While listening, lost in her words I failed to noticed she was now in front of me, her hand holding my chain up, face inches away as her eyes drowning my vision.

No longer green, they had transformed into an deep blue.

“People need to learn to behave, to conform to authority figures, to work for the good of the greater body, the society. We shall restore virtue to humanity, you will be freed from your hate, from poverty, from sorrow, you will be housed, you will have a purpose, you will want for nothing.” She creased her cheek with her cold hand.

It sounded so nice, so good to just surrender my freedom to my betters.

Lillian circled behind me as she wrapped her arms around me like I was one of her belongings.

As it gets worse and worse, and those sentences get too complex to manage, you just repeat exactly as trained: "Break me. Break me. Break me." Egging me on with the mantra, the fear and horror and pain in your voice meaningless next to the actual words.

Like, a classic of the space is the 'collar that makes you a possession' and its variants. This is almost certainly a designed object. There is malevolent intent in its creation. But at the same time, there tends to almost be a respect for its creation. Well, it fulfills a need, of course. The bad part is putting it on someone. Creating, selling, or buying a gun is fine. Maybe it says something about you, but the intent to use is where we really draw the line.

Which makes it especially curious how much smut of such things particularly explores 'accidentally wearing it'. Being tricked into putting it on in a way that's textually-your-own-fault. Getting curious and getting fucked up for it. We've created this morally neutral world full of morally neutral hazards, it's your own mistake for getting in the way of the grand machine.

And of course, the net result is desirable, in a way. It's a fantasy, to be owned and cherished and loved and taken care of. To be a pet. To be unable to do anything except sit there and receive love and affection or gratification. To no longer need to work nor exist nor do all the tasks of maintenance.

Specifically, I think like. When you're a certain kind of kid, before you've figure out your place in the world, there's a kind of fixation on the signifiers of identity that doesn't entirely understand how they work. You don't want to get glasses because then people will think you're a nerd, and then you might as well be a nerd. You look anxiously at what color clothes you wear, at the kind of shoes you wear, at the way you talk, at the way you walk. All because you think that might change how you're seen, which might change who you are.

In the first place, I think when we talk about anxieties, while we may recognize that they may be reflections of truths about reality, they are not truths about reality. As I see it, this anxiety is not 'because these things do determine who you are', even if to some degree they do, but because when you lack the ability to control aspects of your environment that others place importance upon, that's scary! and framing it in terms of identity grants that fear some greater social legibility. some proof that this is appropriate and reasonable.

And, I think 'tf kink' can then be a kind of exaggeration of this anxious fantasy. In the same way that horror stories can take fears and imagine the worst possible outcome, I think kink can as well. What if wearing those glasses really did make you a nerd and everyone did see you like that? What if that's what reality was now? What if putting on the skirt you found in your locker turned you into a girl? You've anxiously worried about touching that object and being mistakenly believed to be the owner of it, what if that was just how it worked?