Real Life Stories - Entries for April 2015

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I had succeeded in objectifying Allen to such a degree that I literally thought the word "it" instead of "him". For that one moment I had ceased to think of Allen as human and considered him to be nothing more than a “thing”, no different than any other item of furniture in my home. This realization gave me such a thrill - I felt such power in the total dominion I had over my husband, who was now just an object in my possession. And later when I told Allen of the rush I got, he practically shuddered with excitement and begged to be allowed to come, he was so thrilled. I wish I had a picture of his face when I told him that objects don't need release, that's for humans!

Since then objectifying Allen has become a very frequent practice of mine. I use him as a footstool, a coffee table and sometimes even as a chair. I like to taunt him by muttering things like "it's time to toss this rickety old chair in the trash and buy a newer model" but I never address him directly and usually completely ignore him, and he is of course forbidden to speak.