Hmm, a sandwich service that makes you whatever you want, how you want it? Sounds very, ya know, submissive.

How about a more realistic definition of Domway?

Domway: where we really want to make someone’s mouth burn and so we go looking for someone willing to let us burn their mouth. And if you have the slightest interest in spicy food, you’re on our hitlist.

Domway: where we invent an entire language to convince you that you really did want that extra jalapenos because you didn’t safeword in threefold in purple ink.

Domway: where we do not talk about how almost everyone who visits our shop occasionally gets stuff shoved down their throat that they never asked for. Especially if they play with that guy Greg. We all know he’s into that, but he also runs this group. Shh, don’t mention Greg, people will think badly of us all if we mention Greg. And half us are quite a bit like Greg anyway.

Domway: if this food is too spicy for you, go get some vanilla ice cream you boring uncool prude who is not worthy of my time. No pressure. Just, ya know, you’re boring and should feel bad. No pressure. Want a jalapenos now?

Domway: We tell you a thousand times that we are not into forcing you to eat jalapenos. We tell you a thousand times that it’s all about what you want. But as soon as someone asks us if we would ever switch and have a sandwish made for us we react with horror.

And finally, Domway: Where we act like we’re a marginalized subculture but really the entire mainstream culture is full of the exact forced-jalapenos fetish that we glorify, and we happen to look a lot like jalapenos-forcers. (Okay, I give up, I can not quite get the BDSM = rape culture part in this analogy, but you get the idea)