To become a mindless drone, you must first feel absolutely safe – or be infinitely stupid. I’m exposing the “Trust Dilemma”: Why intelligent control freaks crave the cold hand of the system and why trust is the ultimate, necessary lust-killer. From “fuck-meat” to functional objects, discover why a silent mind is the only way to escape cognitive exhaustion.
Hello dear followers,
As mentioned in my last diary post, I recently had a new slave boy visit for the first time. You’ve seen some glimpses of him in other articles, but today I want to dive deeper into slave Raveru. For me, he represents a central paradox of kink fantasies: The Trust Dilemma.
But first, let’s talk about slave Raveru: he’s a truly sweet French twink, totally obsessed with dehumanization. His goal is to be perceived and treated as a living object. Naturally, he’s a passionate rubber fan. At the same time, much like myself, he is a total “head person.” Everything is reflected, analyzed, and sometimes literally thought to death.
Before we get into the psychological core of this issue, let me give you a glimpse into his arrival so you can visualize him better. You know the drill when a new slave arrives at my place, if not, check out my article ‘The Arrival of Slaves’.
After his multi-hour journey, I knew he needed to prep and rinse. Regardless, I wanted to inspect him first. My plan was for him to put in the black lenses only after cleaning up. Therefore, he was ordered to wait for me in the elevator in the following gear: a chastity device, a blind rubber mask, no eye openings whatsoever, and socks. Since we were meeting in real life for the first time, this moment was crucial. And I saw it immediately as Raru knelt there in the lift: This is one damn cute guy. Or what do you think?
I led him to the Red Room for a proper evaluation. I knew he had been wearing his chastity device for over three weeks in preparation, but I was still positively surprised, almost astonished, at the high-quality gear and toys students own these days.
After the detailed inspection, he was locked in the bathroom to shower, rinse, and insert the black lenses. My goal was clear: he was to spend the first day in absolute blindness. He had to learn to surrender control completely and let himself be led unconditionally.
The Psychological Paradox
Now that you have a picture of slave Raveru, let’s get to the heart of the matter: The Trust Dilemma.
Raveru craves dehumanization. This desire to be an object, to act only as a drone without a will of its own, is a need many kinksters carry. It’s especially common among intelligent types whose heads are spinning from the moment they wake up until they hit the pillow, and for some, I can tell you from experience, even while they sleep. It is the craving to turn that brain off because, in the helplessness of a drone’s existence, that brain can’t achieve anything anyway. It’s a search for peace from one’s own mind, an attempt to recover from cognitive exhaustion through mindless service and inescapable use. It’s no coincidence that control freaks are often the ones seeking total loss of control.
But this wish is a dilemma in itself. We are looking at a skydiver with a fear of heights. The desire to fly is massive, but will the brain allow the jump out of the plane?
This is where the struggle begins: the mind of a slave like Raveru wants safety. He wants to know the parachute is packed perfectly, the wind is calculated, and the landing zone is clear. That’s why a guy like Raveru actually wants to do everything himself. He tries to defeat his fear through knowledge and control. But does that sound like surrender?
The first step isn’t the surrender itself, but the delegation of control and, eventually, self-determination to a third party. This state of being “at the mercy of another” requires immense trust, especially for a head person. And trust definitely doesn’t grow out of the anonymity of a drone’s existence.
To become an object, you first have to feel absolutely safe on a human level – or you simply have to be infinitely stupid and reckless.
