Part VII Dehumanization: The Final Frontier

We have covered considerable ground in our basic sketch of a philosophy of Female Domination, beginning with the impulse itself from both the male and female point of view, and on through the emotional birth and development of Vixen from her earliest inclinations toward dominance to its fruition within her in her 20’s. We then outlined the basic development of the phases of Domination from initiation through the power Vixen exercises through the encounter, and on to the phase of abject humiliation, at which point her subject has become an utterly helpless shell of a man, resigned in fullness to his subjugation to Mistress’s will. It is here that we finally reach the zenith of Vixen’s agenda, that of Dehumanization.

In this final phase of dominance, all semblance of the man’s identity as a human being is vanquished, and he becomes as a utensil, or appliance, useful only insofar as he serves some menial purpose for Vixen. As we have noted in the preceding essays, this has been Vixen’s real purpose all along; the stripping away of the subject’s very identity-as-person. This phase of Vixen’s comprehensive dismantling of her subject is easily the most misunderstood aspect of Female Domination. To many casual observers who instinctively recoil from the idea of submission, there is still an element of connection that exists when considering the world of the dominatrix. What man doesn’t feel at least some sense of erotic awakening when confronted with the image of a beautiful woman bedecked in leather fetish lingerie with stiletto heels, brandishing a whip and insuring that a measure of discipline will be exacted upon her downtrodden subject? Typically such an individual interprets FemDom as simply ‘good clean fun,’ all tongue-in-cheek, and is prepared to ‘go along with the gag.’ Such uninitiated willingness to play along with the idea will invariably break down, however, when it comes to the severe physical punishment Vixen administers as her game escalates, as it also does in the face of humiliation. But at its pinnacle, dehumanization, all attempts at understanding Domination become utterly inconceivable in the face of such extreme compromise. Vixen’s ultimate triumph can only be understood by the true initiate, the seeker of truth, the mystic, the enlightened…The Obsessed. To him, the transformation to sub-human is the fulfillment of his spiritual destiny. All his life he has envied the inanimate things in Vixen’s world; the chair upon which she sits with her glorious ass and legs, the table which holds her drink, the ashtray which receives her cigarette butts, and the toilet into which her divine golden nectar and excreta are deposited; these are the things that arouse his jealousy, the things to which his longings aspire. For this reason, many serious dominatrices actually refer to the phase of dehumanization as ‘de-animation,’ or ‘objectification.’ The emphasis here is on the idea of the man’s function becoming that of the strictly inanimate, as opposed to, say, a dog, monkey, or servant. (All of which are less than human, but still animate.)

Dehumanization is not only the final phase of Vixen’s sublime act of mastery, it is also the phase of ultimate transcendence. In renouncing fully his humanity, the subject has entered a separate reality, the dimension of the wholly sacred. Consciousness for him has been transformed in such a way as to preclude everyday brain functions such as choice, reason, evaluation, rationalization, etc. His mind-state, if it may still be categorized as such, is now that of simple unmediated compliance. This state may be better understood as a mind-body separation in which body fulfills its physical role as toilet, spittoon, coffee table, or ashtray while the higher self, (mind, soul, spirit, etc.) discovers its own oneness with the absolute. Vixen herself experiences transcendence in her role as goddess, creator and transformer; all-powerful and able to execute her will unconditionally. This dual transcendence represents a mystical state far in advance of any reached through other forms of worship. A man, having been reduced to mere raw material, no more significant than wood, metal, concrete, or porcelain, has become one with the cosmos. His spirit soars free even as his eyes continue to behold his Mistress and his body continues to obey her with perfect devotion. It is the ultimate union of ethereal substances, human consciousness with eternal absolute consciousness.

For her part, Vixen also reaches untold spiritual heights through her mastery of Man. In the process of domination, she reaches closer to godhead with every new level of compromise accomplished by her subject. And while she takes diabolical delight in belittling, beating, and humiliating him, it is not until dehumanization that she reaches her own point of transcendence. At this point, she becomes so in awe of her own perfection and power that she experiences a shift in consciousness, a transformation at once highly-charged sexually, emotionally, and spiritually. She finds her entire mood flowing beautifully into a state of bliss. She no longer needs to be supreme bitch. She simply relaxes and makes her demands calmly. Her subject is quiet and perfectly accommodating. She often experiences intense orgasm at this point, and may well ride her subject’s face as her own personal sybian in order to get there. Often, though, she needs no physical stimulation at all. The experience of communion with the absolute and the vision of her subject’s ultimately compromised body and mind are enough.

Thus far, we have been discussing the transcendental nature of dehumanization. But what is the final dynamic in this most singular of transformations? How long and how fully will Vixen’s subject remain in this state of ultimate and total kenosis? For an indeterminate period of time now he has chewed and swallowed her shit, drank down her urine, served as receptacle for her cigarette ashes and butts, and functioned as an ottoman upon which she rests her feet as she enjoys her favorite television programs. Unable to prepare her meals as a result of his loss of reason, she has had another slave cook for her and her dehumanized subject has served as her table, from which she has eaten and drank. Remarkably, Vixen does not speak to him during this phase. After all, why would a lovely woman speak to her toilet? Or to her dining room table? Somehow, he manages to anticipate her needs through some marvelous act of instinct and actually does a far superior job of serving her in this capacity than he did earlier when his own unevolved and insipid human senses caused him to fail her repeatedly through faulty thought processes and inferior logic. How long does it go on? Quite simply, it goes on until Vixen tires of him and kicks him (often literally!) out of her space. What happens to him then is none of her concern. Often her subject will sit naked at her doorstep waiting for the eventual return of his normal mental processes, a period that varies widely from one individual to another. Depending on her mood and/or her level of generosity, Vixen may deem to throw his clothes out with him, allowing him to at least dress before wandering the streets in search of home.

And so the final phase of the most extraordinary and powerful erotic ritual comes to an end. Vixen has achieved her ultimate high, and her subject has been to places he will never be able to describe to anyone. It has indeed been a secret ceremony, a magnificent rite through which both Mistress and subject have known the truth of authentic human experience. Happily, Domination is an experience more men are beginning to discover as they realize their utter inferiority to Woman through various fortuitous twists of individual fate. Sadly, however, they still comprise the vast minority in a world teetering on the precipice of mass insanity as a result of patriarchal stupidity run amok.

In this series of essays I have presented a basic overview or outline of the phenomenon of the Dominant Female and the phases of her development in terms of her self-perception and some of the inherent meaning that is born out of that self-perception.  I have also touched upon the mind-set of Vixen’s subject, typically male, allowing us to establish at least a basic framework within which we may come to view the phenomenon as a unified whole.  In the next series, we will tunnel even deeper into this mystical realm of role-establishment with a mind-blowing  journey into the dark, esoteric world of Extreme Mortification.  You won’t want to miss it.

The New Birth

You tell yourself it’s nothing, nothing strange, at any rate. You remember bits and pieces, but you always wish you remembered more. There could have been a touch involved, but it isn’t necessarily so. Sometimes, you remember it coming as nothing more than a slight movement, almost imperceptible, but—and here is where your memory fails—the storm inside that followed was a giant, a cosmic cyclone of immense proportion, crushing everything in its path with an incomprehensible, implacable fury; a monster, a mad galaxy of psycho-kinetic terror with death at its center. Such a tempest works its destruction with raw physical power, but at the same time, it renders retreat or escape impossible due to its extraordinary, singular beauty, which defies logic or description; a beauty that causes paralysis. Only through experience is one capable of understanding this. Neither soul nor body has movement here. This unstoppable force has a name. It is called Madness. It is the end of life and the beginning of life. It is certainly death, but beyond the threshold it is infinite potentiality, infinite source, infinite bliss. It comes in one form, and one form only. It comes as Vixen.

If she has coaxed your touch, it is already too late. Your tears, your supplication, your worship and your pleading only amuse her. You are a joke to her, a plaything, if that. Vixen deals only in reality. The reality of your destruction, and the accomplishment of her will. That is her reality. But within this dark reality, her reality, lies the infinite mansion, the Paradise of the Absolute; a fantastic, unspeakable, idyllic world where, if you plunge deep enough, dreams and forgotten memories collide and ignite, the sparks and subsequent flames giving birth to living patterns of all that will ever be, and to all that could ever comprise the total . And this sublime space-of-mind, timeless, bathed in its eternal mystery and resistance to common apprehension, cannot remain pressed in dream-dimension beyond the moment of your arrival, and so must transcend its ethereal barrier and emerge whole into singularity, that kid’s corner of Being that opens into hidden planes of self, and merges there, now in the deepest regions, into rainbows of desire, regret, reconstruction, failure, pain, love, misconception, awakening, enlightenment, flesh, flower, music and rain…and all this spiked anew (at this point) with sharp, blazing refractions from the roaring monolith that is the body of Vixen; Portal to Ultimate Truth! Guardian of the Unconscious, Keeper of all men’s souls. This, this is Madness!! She has accomplished it! Her witch-crafted laughter rings through your soul and into the very Death that awaits you now. You worship her legs, her ass, her face, her Divine Being, and you know that this phase is finished.

Your prayer goes up, something to this effect: Divine Vixen, I beg thee, with utter respect and humility, to have mercy upon me. For I am unworthy, and incapable of the perfect obedience you demand and deserve. Have mercy, benevolent Goddess!

Vixen knows exactly what she wants. She plans to become as the Arc of the Covenant to your Philistine fingers. She is going to destroy you with one single touch. Such a display of power is unprecedented. But the end will not be swift. It is her intention to make you wait. It will seem like an eternity, an eternity of electrifying cruelty. She will watch you suffer unspeakably, tortured, tormented by cascading waves of desire, an avalanche of need inflamed by restriction, by her divine commands, by the slightest gesture of her head as it shakes: No.

You can still see the gentle quivers of her legs and ass as your free fall ends. And here, in the darkness that becomes infinite light, you become, for the first time, one with your own true essence. She knows instantly when you’ve arrived.

-Now, she says.

You place your hand softly on the splendid flesh along the back of her upper thigh. Vixen lets out the slightest whisper of deadly laughter. You hear something else; indescribable, like a spirit in flames. Experience breaks up into a quantum matrix of Vixen’s scents and shapes—blinding, particulate—and a primal firestorm is born, breathing the new universe into existence.