Power Play in Public: When the World Is One Big Scene

How society eroticizes dominance (bosses, celebrities, uniforms) and blames the submissive for wanting it.

Ties in real-life grooming, beauty standards, and consent culture.

Power Play in Public: When the World Is One Big Scene

Estimated 5–7 minute read

They think BDSM is confined to the bedroom. To leather, latex, safewords, and dungeons. But what they don’t realize — what they refuse to see —is that power play is everywhere. The whole world is one big scene.

From the moment we enter schools, we’re conditioned. To sit still. To obey. To raise our hands for permission. To ask to pee. To be quiet when someone else speaks louder. To conform — or be punished.

By the time I hit grade school, I already knew what a dominant looked like. It was the popular girl who decided if I was cool enough. It was the teacher who mocked my voice instead of listening. It was the boy who pulled my hair to flirt — and got away with it. Power was handed out like candy, but only if you knew how to play along.

I never did.

I was always

too much.

Too loud.

Too intuitive.

Too unwilling to shrink.

And so, I got punished. Bullied. Mocked. Silenced. Taught that the only way to be liked… was to be less.

But I refused. I refused to bow, and I’ve been paying for that defiance ever since. Even now — as a grown woman, as a Mistress, as someone who reclaims her power through her presence — I still notice the way society tries to chain me up without ropes.

Because when you’re powerful in public? You’re a threat to the scene.

Let’s talk about the real performance —The 9-to-5 grind that overworks and underpays. The way women are expected to be nurturing and sexy but never angry.

The way we are told to smile when we’re dying inside.

The way men try to “own” us through money, marriage, or manipulation — and call it love.

This world is domming people without consent every damn day.

The boss who micromanages your every move?

That’s a control scene.

The influencer who edits her life to perfection and pressures others to perform? That’s a humiliation scene.

The partner who weaponizes silence to make you crawl back and beg? That’s a punishment scene.

You just don’t see the latex or the chains. But the power dynamics are everywhere.

And guess what? I’ve learned to see them. To crack the script. To stop playing roles I never auditioned for.

I’ve had lovers turn into obsessors —because I wouldn’t fold into their fantasy. Because I dared to have a will of my own. Because I wouldn’t perform on command.

They called me cold. Distant. Heartless.

But really? I was just done performing submission without consent.

The truth is: I’ve always known I was powerful.

Even as a child. Even in the face of violence.

Even when I was strangled for speaking truth.

Even when I was told that cleaning someone else’s dishes was my “surprise.”

Even when friends turned into manipulators and parents turned into spectators.

I’ve always known I was here to flip the script. To expose the play. To say: If the world is going to be one big scene — I’ll damn well direct it.

So now, I wear my heels like a crown.

I wield my voice like a whip.

And I walk through this world like it’s my dungeon —because I know the difference between coercion and choice.

And I choose me.

Every woman who’s ever been told to tone it down…

Every girl who was punished for speaking up…

Every person who felt the burn of invisible ropes tightening when they said “no” —This is for you.

You don’t have to submit to a system that never earned your surrender.

Because this world is one big scene… But now, you write the safewords.

You set the limits. You decide who gets access.

And that?

That’s the ultimate power play.