Fetishes: A

Ever seen one of those “slave questionnaires?”

Think the first time I saw such a checklist was in the back of Larry Townsend’s original Leatherman’s Handbook. Gave masters and slaves a chance to spell out every role or kink they might have.

Power exchange rhetoric aside, if dominant and submissive persons posted such lists online it would help prospective partners discern compatibility

Some time back I sent my own checklist to Alexandra. My goal was to tell her how I felt about every kinky practice I could think of. This is the first of what will be about twenty-something entries revisiting the questionnaire and looking to see if our wonderful relationship has modified my desires and feelings.

The checklist was alphabetical. Here’s the letter A:

Abrasion (nail files, rough surfaces): yes.

It wasn’t something I’d really thought about (typical of me I had wondered about being masturbated with sandpaper). As I was writing the checklist I read a report of an abrasion play demo.

Given that the surface of your skin can be manipulated gently or roughly it seemed beautifully erotic. With the range and subtle variations possible and that she is touching me it could easily become addictive.

Anal plugs: Kind of baffles me but I’ve never been sure what it does for the D. I’d think it might even feel good for the s. No problem that I can see. (-)

The “-” meant it was something I’d rather not do.

It is easy to see the appeal to a dominant of knowing you have an object in a slave’s body.

My anus has mostly been erotically neutral (something I’ve regretted). But I’m beginning to see how having it played with might have more power over me than I’ve thought. Feeling something move as you crawl or walk must be subjugating.

Though anal plugs are just so darned unattractive.

Animal roles (human puppy, etc.): Fine as affection, control, humiliation.

Pet and animal roles: there’s an almost inexhaustible variety. In my harsher fantasies I’ve been kept in a stock or pen in a barn. When she’s taken total control of me and caresses my head or tells me I’m a “good boy” I do feel like a happy puppy. Whether I’ll find myself more explicitly treated as a pet or animal is down the road a piece.

So much for the letter A.