Erotic Fear and Breath Control
Alexandra and I watched Fetishes, the documentary about the ProDommes who work at Pandora’s Box in Manhattan. I’d say the central message of the film was that professional dominatices are just people with a job. I was peeved that the maker was such a wimp and wouldn’t agree to a bit of soft BDSM play.
When I was watching the movie I didn’t feel a whit of arousal.(It snuck up on me after the film had concluded.)
We both liked the Wheel. I’ve only seen one site selling one. If I could throw away $3,000 they’d have my cash. We’re still wondering if there’s a way she can at least spin me about the house. While I can picture myself bound within a giant hula-hoop I don’t know where we’d find such a thing. Or a seven foot wagon wheel.
Alexandra found breath control moving. When she told me I felt like running away and hiding. Surprisingly there are acts I’ve never even fantasized about. Being bound in a rubber suit and hood breathing through straws β¦! At work we carry some European S&M comics and this seems to be a common scenario. On sight I’d close any graphic novel with images of breath control.
Not that I haven’t had kindred fantasies.
At my most extreme chocking collars attached to both my neck and testicles forcing me to be very still. Or making a whipping yet more thrilling.
More sanely a scarf or sash snugly around my neck. Or my neck gripped by fingers. Maybe squeezed for just an instant. Or sitting there while helpless vulnerability is mockingly pointed out. But nothing more.
Erotic fear is something I’ve often thought about without ever managing to come to any conclusion. If the adrenal boost of fear wasn’t pleasurable horror movies and books would’ve passed the way of epic poetry.
Would I try it to make her happy? I took a quick scan of the available breath control toys. Expensive!
Even if they were cheap I don’t think I’m up to this. This would chase me into an emotional space that could hurt me.
Not that it is something she’s asked for. Just found interesting. And I can see how the ultimate exercise of power would compel a dominant.
Maybe one day we’ll be able to explore this terrifying form of surrender.
For now we have a wealth of unexplored D/s possibilities.
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