MindFuck is Forever
There are kinks, and then there is lifestyle. Mindfuck falls under the latter. The most fun d/s relationships operate on a mindfuck basis.
When I first started, I saw the word mindfuck everywhere, but I could never find an explanation for it that I could digest. It was all so vague I even paid to ask a pro-domme what it was and was met with a similarly enigmatic response: “it’s exactly what you think it is” problem solved. The truth is I didn’t understand MF as a concept until I experimented with submission in my personal life, and once I did I realized immediately I had been doing it my whole life.
Perhaps the most powerful thing is the hold getting mindfucked has on the fucked over time. Rabbit holes are dug so deep you could spend hours, days, weeks recalling everything that was said. Each memory triggers a “did that really happen?!” Getting a dick stuck in you in silence apart from a couple of grunts is boring. Getting penetrated while the penis-wielding threatens to get you pregnant and leave you? Exhilarating.
Mindfucked means you’re keeping a secret with them. You have a reality with this person unseen to the rest of the world. They could act like you don’t exist all week just to tell you they couldn’t stop dreaming of you the whole time. It’s not having evidence of what they say to you so you’re forced to cling on to every word and replay it in your mind all week because that’s the only place those words exist now, unless you repeat it to them so they say it to you again like you so love. It’s the feeling of having had the best time ever with them with nothing to show for it, disallowed the same channels of communication everybody else has with them, because you’re you. It is being put on a pedestal in private, being called a perfectly good, best girl or boy, just to cease to exist to them outside of that moment. It is to be simultaneously adored and forgotten. To feel alone and addicted to them at the same time.
Why do we do this to ourselves? Because it feels fucking amazing. To reach new depths every time you get into this head space with them. Because you’ll never feel this way without getting mindfucked, and you’d rather that than to never be in your fantasy world together again. Is the bond you’ve created really as strong as you think it is or have you been mindfucked into thinking so? Living in falsehood with them is so much better than whatever you were doing before. Before life actually started for you.
This is why you don’t bother with anyone else. Anybody can say a few keywords. Anybody can fake the physicality. But nobody will be able to recreate the web of lies you and them have created together, the world that lives in your mind that you visit when you need to escape being normal.
