Regression Is Progression

Regression is progression

Lying in bed, I found myself an involuntary audience to a conversation between Emily, the care director, and Julia, my primary caregiver. They were discussing my progress at Alderwood, their voices clinical and detached. I lay there, listening but not invited to participate, a passive subject of their assessment. "It's time," Emily said, her tone indicating a decision had been made. "Jason has adjusted well to his initial transition. We should progress to the next phase. How is his physical state?"

"Significant muscle atrophy," Julia replied. "It makes him more manageable and reinforces his dependence, which is in line with our goals. The regression is progressing well."

Emily seemed pleased. "Good. And the restraints?"

"We’re moving to a more restrictive helmet and restraints," Julia continued. "He will be bed-bound in a mobile care bed. No more wheelchair."

I lay there, listening in growing horror. The thought of being confined to a bed, my mobility further restricted, was terrifying. Yet, their conversation continued, oblivious to my inner turmoil.

"The sedation, laxatives, and stool softeners are working well," Julia added. "His stool is consistently runny, which reinforces his new care-dependent identity. We’re planning appropriate activities in the playroom to match his targeted mental age."

Emily’s response was curt and businesslike. "What would you estimate his appropriate mental age to be now?"

"Like a special needs resident," Julia stated matter-of-factly. "He's progressing well, using simpler language, becoming more docile and compliant. The transition to his new life is proceeding as planned."

Emily nodded, her expression one of satisfaction. "This aligns with our Total Life Management approach. His care-dependent identity is becoming well established."

As I listened, a sense of profound despair settled over me. My new life at Alderwood was taking a turn towards even greater dependency. The prospect of being bed-bound, my movements and activities even more restricted, filled me with dread.

Their conversation painted a dark picture of my future – a future where I would be completely care-dependent, my identity molded into that of a docile, compliant resident. The mention of toys and playroom activities meant for someone of a much younger mental age only deepened my sense of loss. The thought of being confined to a mobile care bed, my physical and mental faculties further diminished by increased sedation and medication, was terrifying. The notion that this was seen as progress, as an appropriate outcome for my time at Alderwood, was almost too much to bear. Every aspect of my life, from my physical abilities to my mental faculties, was being systematically managed and controlled.

As Emily and Julia concluded their discussion, I lay there, a silent witness to the planning of my own regression. The realization that my identity, my autonomy, and my future were no longer in my hands was overwhelming. I was a resident under the total care of Alderwood, my life defined by the institution's policies and goals.

As they left the room, Julia’s final words to me were a firm reminder of my new reality. "Jason, you’re doing well. Embrace your new life. This is where you’re meant to be."

Maintenance Spankings

As part of the corporal punishment plan I have created in our wife-led marriage, maintenance spankings have become a weekly event.

They will happen spur of the moment, without forewarning and never scheduled, to keep him guessing when they will occur. This also allows me to choose when they will happen, as ensuring that I'm in the right frame of mind, (never mad but feeling sadistic) is important for my enjoyment.

He surrenders himself to accept pain and discomfort at my will, and for me, the surrender is just as important as the spanking itself.

I make him fetch the spanking implements so that he is actively collaborating in his own punishment, a highly submissive act. I have a very strict rule that he is to never, ever, touch with his own hands any equipment used for punishment. I keep them locked away in a duffel bag unless they are being used on him. When he fetches the implements, he carries this bag by the handles with his teeth while his hands remain clasped behind his back.

Bending over, putting himself across my lap to be spanked is another highly submissive act. By doing so, he is already ceding most of his power to me. Although far from severe, the leather paddle I use induces a nasty sting that is quite unpleasant.

I never swing any punishment implement without the intent of causing pain. We don't do funishments anymore, as I worry mixing pleasure and pain in spankings could turn him into a pain slut. I never want that to happen as I really love using spankings as a punishment and it would ruin it. Our discipline sessions never include warm up strokes for the same reason.

By remaining in position over my knee, he is accepting that the punishment and pain will continue, again, a highly submissive act. The spanking ends only when I decide, and that is usually when I feel he has reached contrition and total submission, often in tears.

Aftercare is then lovingly applied by putting him to my breast to suckle me, as we find that dry adult nursing is a great way for us to bond.

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There are various benefits to maintenance spankings in our Wife-led marriage. They include:

1. First and foremost, they create and maintain the inequality that our dynamic is based on, at fairly regular intervals, constantly reminding us of our proper places and roles in the relationship. They leave him feeling completely submissive, ceding all his power to me, and giving me the absolute authority to rule over him. In essence, a total power exchange.

2. It ensures that I will harbor no resentment against him for any micro-aggressions he may have committed recently. He may have shown slight disrespect, disobeyed me, forgotten to complete a task or ritual, or lacked proper submission at some point throughout the week. If he has done something to disappoint me, it ensures he is properly punished for it, allowing closure in the matter and my total forgiveness. No need to give him the silent treatment because I'm mad at him anymore.

3. It acts as an emotional release. Most males aren't very good at expressing their emotions, and being spanked to tears can be an excellent catalyst for helping him to release any tension or stress that may have built up, before they become toxic in nature. He seems to be happiest and at peace with himself after a recent spanking and he is so respectful to me.

4. It prevents more severe punishment. By giving him a milder taste of the pain he would endure from the strap or the cane, it reminds him that he needs to behave himself, sparing him from such drastic corrections being needed. A little spanking goes a long way to keep him obedient.

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dangerousangleofadream

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You’ll do anything I tell you to do, purely because it entertains me, and entertaining me gives you a purpose 😂. Put yourself to good use and degrade yourself for your Queens amusement

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