Submissive si*sy boss
I've been building a tech business over the past year, and somewhere along the way, something unexpected happened.
The days are long. I usually work from 7am to 9pm. Meetings. Decisions. Deadlines. People are looking to me for answers. My staff call me "boss," and I never really thought much about it until one random afternoon.
Someone said, "Boss..."
And for whatever reason, my brain went somewhere completely different.
At work, that word comes with respect. Authority. Expectations. Being the one who stays calm and gets things done. I'm not an asshole, but I don't have the luxury of falling apart or hesitating. People depend on me.
The strange part is that the more that role becomes my everyday reality, the more I find myself craving its complete opposite.
Not pretending to be in charge.
Not making decisions.
Not being respected.
Humiliated and Degraded.
Being made to wear lingerie even to work.
Locked and leaking during meetings.
The list just goes on...
What caught me off guard wasn't the responsibility. It was the realization that somewhere underneath all of that, my mind had quietly built the exact opposite fantasy.
If everyone around me sees someone capable, confident, and worth listening to... why does the idea of having all of that stripped away feel so strangely comforting?
Not just physically. Psychologically, most importantly.
To stop being impressive.
To stop being the person whose words carry weight.
To have someone look at everything that earns me respect in my everyday life and reduce it to something almost amusing. Something insignificant.
The thought isn't about pain. It's about watching the identity I've spent years building become completely irrelevant in the presence of someone who simply isn't impressed by it.
There's something almost addictive about that contrast.
The man who spends all day being called "boss" finds himself wondering what it would feel like if the same confidence that serves him so well outside simply dissolved. If the person everyone sees as composed and accomplished was instead treated like a source of quiet entertainment. Someone whose place had already been decided for him.
Funny enough, I don't think this comes from disliking my life. I love what I do. I enjoy building something, leading a team, and solving problems.
Maybe that's exactly why this fantasy exists.
Because after carrying responsibility for everyone else, there's an incredible peace in imagining someone who takes every bit of that away without asking permission. Someone who doesn't care about titles, achievements, or what anyone else thinks of me.
Someone who sees the man behind the role.
And then decides that role no longer applies.
I'm not looking for a Domme/Queen playing a character or collecting submissives. I'm hoping to meet a woman who understands that kind of psychological power exchange and someone who enjoys quietly dismantling certainty, not just through force but also through presence.
All because one ordinary afternoon, someone called me "boss," and my mind went somewhere I never expected...😭