In an empty brick room, a naked man kneels on hardwood floors, stretching his arms above him.
A few things about this picture help me project submission into the narrative I see here. Obviously, the fact that he’s kneeling is one. Another is how empty the space around him is. It’s desolate, and simple—spartan. It makes the entire picture about him, and therefore in my fantasy it makes him the sole purpose of that room, the sole provider of activity and comfort and pleasure for the (dominant) viewer.
The fact that he appears to be stretching or exercising is the other thing I can use to project submission here. I like fantasies in which I am a possession, and therefore treated as a valuable, precious thing, free of the pressures of real life, but no relationship can survive on one-way streets; taking care of oneself is one’s own responsibility. Moreover, as Bitchy Jones recently asked,
why don’t submissive men dedicate themselves to looking hot? Like, a lot. What could be more submissive than that?
morning exercises

