Tell me your unrealized BDSM dreams

Currently my relationship with my Lover is just slightly to the left of vanilla. How kinky do we get? She will occasionally lock my dick up in my Curve chastity device for the week we are apart, the longest she has done this is for three weeks. She tied me up once and teased the hell out of me, wearing stockings, heel’s, and a little teddy, she just set there and sipped her wine and read several of the X-rated stories I had written for her, and commented on how hot these made her. We have been together for two years, she lives 125 miles away, and waiting for her boss to retire which should be the end of this year. Then she will be moving out to my farm with me.

What would I like to experience…to be treated as a common farm slave/animal lock my dick up make me work outside on the farm wearing little if anything, lock me in a cage or chain me up at night outside. Feed me her table scraps from the floor or a bowl. How long…occasional weekends, or simply by a roll of the dice.

Almost to the point of being treated as her property/sub human to her more so then her lover. I know really twisted, but some days that is all I long for. No decisions to make, no pressure, just make her happy doing what she wants how she wants.

I’m liable to start crying again if I tell you what I want, Richard.

Though I have not been a particularly quiet member of your readership.

I wonder sometimes if reading your site and Aspirant’s is healthy for me right now. This is part of who I am, and I really do enjoy both blogs. But right now they remind me of things I do not have, and which I am afraid to go get…it would be exceedingly embarrassing to burst into tears in the middle of a scene.

If my dreams came true She would keep my dick locked in a steel tube unless She wanted it out - only for Her reasons, with no consideration for mine. i would serve Her while fully dressed in a suit and tie; She would wear whatever She wished. A special day would find me up early, dressed in my suit to serve Her breakfast and pleasure Her in whatever way She wished. After taking Her O’s to satiety, She would lock me in kneeling stocks and leave me until She needed more service of any sort. The stocks would be remote controlled, and the buzz of the solenoid releasing me would be my signal to come running to do Her bidding. As soon as She had what She wanted, back in the stocks for me. The day would end with me in the stocks, fully dressed, while She read in bed in front of me in Her filmy nightwear. When She wanted to go to sleep She would bid me goodnight, turn out the light, and roll over to go to sleep. When She woke in the morning i would of course be there, locked, chastised, dressed to serve, ready for the torments of the day.

Simon,

I’ve wondered what it would be like to wear a chastity device when Alexandra is away. But I think the slavish cravings it would create would be overwhelming.

Living on a farm as a woman’s slave is an old fantasy of mine. Not so much for the farm work as living as a slave in an isolated environment. Sleeping in a stall in a barn at night, caged when in the house.

I’ve had fantasies of food humiliation myself, including eating her table scraps or eating pet food from a bowl while she enjoys a nice meal.

And having weekends when I’m just her slave/property: what would it be like to spend a day or few living that way?

pleaseletme,

The idea of serving her while well dressed is really very charming. Makes me feel a bit guilty for being such a slob.

I too have often wished to be kept in a bondage device and put aside until needed.

I also have a fantasy of sub-human treatment at the hands of a domme. But being a city-boy, my fantasies are center on domestic chores as a houseboy … cooking and cleaning at home while Mistress is away at her office. When she gets home, I serve dinner and kneel at her feet. Later, if I’ve been good I get beaten. If I’ve failed her in any way, I get beaten harder. My wife and I toy at the edges of this scenario. It is up to her to decide how far we explore this territory.

The Sensory Deprivation Center,which specialized in deprivation tanks with a kinky flair,has now added a new program.They have aquired sophisticated tecnology to monitor all mental,physical,and especially sexual activity.The program is combined with the latest electrosex equipment.This program is focused on sensory overload combined with sexual frustration.I am brought to the center by my Mistress for a two week”vacation”.Every thing will be recorded for her use,so I will always feel her eyes on me.The fantasy is absolute sensory deprivation,and continual electronic and physical sexual stimulation.The added monitors will sense sexual arousal and keep it at a maximum level.The sensors know how to stay on the very edge of orgasm.There are programs to begin the prosess.The new smart program learns,so it will adjust to changes to create new ways to stimulate and defeat resistance.It also has a way to stop orgasm if it ever allows you that close.The demo was exausting and only lasted two hours.The next two weeks will be like two years.Mistress has seen clear to lock me in a chastity device two weeks ago.She also found fault with this mornings breakfast so she has added two weeks to my chastity which won’t count while I’m on vacation.I have not been touched and am sensative beyond words.I spend a half hour signing releases where I notice the words,sexual stimulants,viagra,verious herbs,and pain.My reaction is noticed and I was told that these may not be required until the second week.Mistress allows me to kiss her feet,and hands my chastity key to the waiting staff.She wishes me a wonderful vacation,turns and walks away.At the door she turns and says to the staff “pepper”.

A pretty potent dream Dave.

I’d like and think I could handle an hour or so of sensory deprivation and teasing. It is one of my favorite fantasies.

But I can’t match yours.

I have had this FANTASY and variations of it most of my adult life.They were not always this envolved.Over the years to my amazment I have lived out many more of these then I ever dreamed.Reality is a much different experience.A fantasy goes smoothly with no cramps,itches,and need to go to the bathroom.Reality has so much more to deal with that it takes you places very unexpected.This can ruin the experience or enhance it.I view this as an adventure,a marathon,the test of endurance.”CLICK”is the sound that rushes through my body and mind.Then the boring,stressful,timeless,journey begins.Many times I feel true panic,and my heart pounds,I gasp for air,and frantically try to escape.My body grows hot and flushes with sweat.This goes on many times during a session,but I have learned to “deal with it”.After a very long session I look back at where I was prisoner and marval at the experience.I am very crazy now for this the end of another week of T&D.It has been almost three full weeks.I think about is fantasy alot right now.

I like your Blog. Among my many unrealized fantasies are two main ones. 1. Living in a Female Supremacy community where males have very few rights and serving/belonging to a mistress. 2. Being auctioned off to a woman (an attractive one) who really desires me and serving her.

So you couldn’t enjoy serving and pleasing a dominant woman if she isn’t superficially attractive?

D/s is an emotional art, the ecstatic depths depend on qualities far more important than the simple surface.

If your question was to me, D/s has always been linked to sex with me, and I would have to be attracted to the woman.

I find men who are not, objectively speaking, particularly attractive, can be transformed by suffering.

Someone suffering for me honestly becomes very beautiful.

My former pet had noted this about other subs; he wanted me to “make him pretty” that way.

I wonder, do subs find a dom transformed in the same way while exercising that power? I am sure it depends on the sub.

P.S. Yes, it’s linked to sex for me too. But that doesn’t mean I’m looking for some prettyboy. Bluntly put, hurting men makes me wet.

R,

The night I read your comment I had to go outside and stare at the sky to calm myself down. For me much of the joy is knowing that Alexandra, as much as she loves me, does enjoy seeing me suffer.

“Bluntly put, hurting men makes me wet” makes you a win in my books, that and a true heart, what more can a man want in life. My childhood, teen and early adult desire was to find a ‘you’, but you are rare, and i gave up and became a top/sadist, my other option. I have been aware of the change in a subs, in my case womens, face, sometimes an amazing transformation, during an s/m occasion, often revealing a different beauty, usually hidden. I am married, again, to a submissive woman, though not, i regret, with what, for me, is much of a pain threshhold, thought an excellent partner/friend, and that, alone, stops me from saying ‘lets chat’. Do not be downhearted R., there are some fine people around who would treasure you and your special gift. It’ll happen. Just remember, No, is also a good answer; sorts the wheat from the chaff, and you deserve the best.

Hi, I’m a 22 year old guy from out West, and the “post your fantasy” bit caught my eye…

Ok, you said my deepest, darkest fantasy… so here it is…

My ultimate and longest-standing unfullfilled desire is a judicial bare-back whipping that leaves me bloody and hanging in the straps from exhaustion. For instance:

I’m led naked and blindfolded into a concrete basement room lit only by candles and torches. I’m made to stand on a small wooden step and stretch my arms out above my head in a ‘Y’ shape. My hands are roughly bound to the beams in the ceiling, and the step is then kicked out from under me, leaving my suspended by my wrists. Then slowly, methodically, and without the slightest regard to my cries of agony, I’m whipped with cruel, viscious force from the tops of my shoulders, down to the bottoms of my feet. Hundreds upon hundreds of cruel, welting lashes. Perhaps 200 with a cat of nine tails, followed by 200 with a bullwhip, 500 with a cane, and a final 100 with a metal-tipped scourge. After several hours of being beaten, I’d be left hanging in total darkness covered in sweat and blood, hoarse from screaming, and be told that another session is to follow in a few hours. (So long as my life wasn’t put in danger, and I wasn’t whipped down to the bone anywhere.) After several sessions, when it’s clear I’m too exhausted to even feel pain anymore, I’d be cut down, locked in a tight confining cage, and left for a day or two. Then dragged out for another session, perhaps this time locked in a wooden pillory. This could go on for months, and I’d be the happiest person alive.

I’ve been whipped before, nice and hard, but the whipping was always stopped well short of what I desire. I’m not one of these masochists who just grunts with pleasure while I’m being struck, it hurts every bit as much as if I didn’t want it at all. I just like the sensation in between lashes of knowing that I’m helpless, vulnerable, and in for more pain than I could ever possibly ask for or want. I’ve only been whipped bloody once, and it was just a few scratches and cuts on my shoulder. I’d like to be whipped so hard and long that it leaves permenant scars, and would cause a white cloth to turn red if pressed against my bleeding back.

There it is… my ultimate fantasy for which I’d do just about anything to have fullfilled.

Whew!

Has my mind ever been there. Well, it still is since I still spend my nights having similar fantasies.

Now that I’m in a real ongoing relationship I’ve had to scale my ideas of what I want down.

I still hope to experience a full body beating that will take me to tears and continue past that point. How far I can’t say. That would be up to her. Far enough to leave me feeling hopeless but probably no more.

I’m not one of these masochists who just grunts with pleasure while I’m being struck

I am. It is almost a curse at times.

I just like the sensation in between lashes of knowing that I’m helpless, vulnerable

Yes. Very much so.

Andrew, thank you for posting that. Yours is one of the few comments that has really touched my own inner life. I get so tired of the men who seemed consumed by the desire to wear panties.

My wildest fantasy concerns the consequences of trying to obtain relief after being subject to an intense tease and denial session. Frustration caused me to try to embrace the lady who had inflicted this upon me but she called it ‘attempted rape’. She overpowers me, throwing me to the ground repeatedly before locking her legs around my neck. Applying pressure she makes me apologies and beg forgiveness. With my body racked with pain I prostrate myself before her, swearing never to attempt that again. I lie there, kissing her feet until she is satisfied. Then she leads me to her stable, fastening handcuffs upon me and leaving me there for the night, saying she would decide on my punishment the next day. I think I have been punished enough but the next morning she attaches a rope to the handcuffs, mounts her horse and leads me into the woods. Here she ties the end of the rope to a branch leaving my arms stretch upwards. ’Just to get me started’ she gathers a bunch of nettles and binds them around my genitals before galloping off for a ride on her horse. An hour later, when the stings have from the nettles have worn off, she returns and proceeds to whip me from my shoulders to my ankles. Being miles from anywhere my cries of pain are unheard. When she finally cuts me down I am too weak to stand so she ties the rope to her saddle and drags me along the ground to her house. As a final humiliation I am forced to lick the mud from her boots before cleaning them with a mixture of boot polish and my own semen. I did say it was a fantasy!

Fantasy I’d like the most to come true but never will (warning: a tad extreme)

By far the winning fantasy would be to be completely dehumanized and used as an object in a public place - preferably in a country where I do not speak the language. Of course with a nick like mine you already guessed I’d like to be naked, restraint in a box, with shoes after shoes pushed in my face and mouth for me to clean. Day after day. My life in a box, with no other hope or purpose.

Men, Women, teens, boots, shoes, heels, sneakers, flats, it doesn’t matter and why would it? Does a doormat choose what’s going to step on it? They come in all size and styles, relentless, some dirty, some less. My food is what I find under those shoes, they become my world, my hope, my time, my Gods.

In this darkest fantasy I am just a tool to be used, and those who use me have no feeling towards me whatsoever. They don’t even acknowledge my presence at all, just shove their footwear in my face and just expect to find it cleaned - it’s perfectly normal. My whole body is bruised and broken. I cry in pain as yet another dirty rubber sole scratches my lips but no one cares.

My box could be placed in tube stations, universities, or just a busy street. I freeze in the winter and burn in the summer. Who cares. I have no dreams, no love, no family, nothing. I eat streetdirt and I’m nothing.

Brrr!

That is a cold fantasy. Don’t get my wrong: I’m not putting you down.

I too crave being depersonalized and dehumanized. But for me it is almost always focused on one person. Someone who would take me, use me, act as if I weren’t there.

And the idea of being trapped by someone whose language I don’t understand has been a powerful image for me at times.

Thanks.

“the idea of being trapped by someone whose language I don’t understand has been a powerful image for me at times.”

Yes - there’s something about feeling totally helpless as your captor yells at you in say, chinese.

You not understanding his/her command can only make him/her more angry.

One of my fantasies has been to be controlled only by gestures, without ever being spoken to. It seems very depersonalizing.

When the image first presented itself to me it was of some primordial person from an ancient time whose language I couldn’t know or perhaps even before there was language (and all the polite social inventions that followed from the ability to communicate).

I have been married to the most wonderful woman for 5 years (2nd for both). Not long into our marriage my wife and now Mistress introduced me to chastity via a cb2000. That was now 3 years ago. Initially I was let out once a week to pleasure her, but this soon became less and less as my Mistress realised that she enjoyed my tongue more. I have now not been unlocked for 3 years. My Mistress and i had always fantasised about having a 3 sum but had never taken it all the way. We had discussed my desire to suck a guys cock and i would always cum quickly if she mentioned it during our lovemaking. Well my fantasy recently came true. About six weeks ago my Mistress brought home a guy about 10 years our junior. My Mistress had me suck him up real hard and then proceeded to fuck him in front of me. When they had finished i gave Mistress a licking clean whist her young stud watched on. He now visits us 2 -3 times a week and each time i get to do the same. i must say the fantasy was no where as good as the reality.

I have been submissive to my wife (who I call Ma’am) for 2 years, kneeling in waiter’s uniform to give her pedicures and massages while she would talk on the phone drinking wine. I told her of my fantasy and 3 months ago we started it. I would work as a waiter on Friday and Saturday night while she would go out with her single slutty friends.

I kneel and paint her nails while she taunts me to do a good job and that other “real men” would be looking at her feet and legs in her very short skirt and her boobs in her tight low cut flirty top. She always wears sexy high heal strappy sandles. I also got her an anklet which she wears on her right leg to show she’s looking around. I would drive them to the trendy bar (them in the back - child lock on so I would have to get out to open the door for them), then drive to work to serve from 7 - 1.

She had sexy clothes on, cool place, dancing and sitting, being served, being called Ma’am, conversing, smoking, drinking, forgeting me, spending the money I was making, organising her next night out. While I was in a uncomfortable and hot uniform (white shirt, black bow-tie, polished black shoes, black pants, apron, and vest), dorky old peoples place (chosen so I wouldn’t be picked up and wouldn’t perve) on my feet all night and standing to attention, serving and cleaning tables, calling people Ma’am and Sir (even though I don’t have to), speaking only when spoken to, no smoking, no drinking, being in total subspace (wondering where she is, is she drunk and volnerable, being picked up), earning money for her to spend on drinks and expensive resturants and being stuck doing this job weekly. Once a month she and a girlfriend that does’nt know me come to my club to have dinner and be served by me.

The first time was great, I dropped her off the front, went in the staff entry, put my bow-tie vest and apron on, walked in to see her sitting with her legs crossed dangling a pink high heal mule off her hot pink toes, tight low cut top showing her boobs, short black ruffle skirt showing her tanned shiney legs, lots of make up and big hoop earrings. She had a cigarette in one hand and wine in the other, she looked me up and down with a knowing smile. I served them both all night calling them Ma’am and being ignored. She dropped a fork under the table and I crawled under to get it not daring to look at her feet, while she kicked me.

At the end they had a last drink, while I cleaned ashtrays, one guy said to another “Check out the tits and legs on that one”, I couldn’t do a thing, I couldn’t sit with her to show she was taken (afterall I was working and no one knew of our fantasy). They then left (slightly drunk) after saying “This place is depressing”, to a cool place I did’nt know where.

She is now used to it and does’nt want to stop (I love that) and I love this life. She told me last night that one guy bought her a drink and asked if he could look at her feet while she drank it, I said, “Of course he did Ma’am, you looked hot”. She is becoming very powerful and superior, while I am becoming totally servile and inferior. I don’t dare ask what happens as I am just her obedient servant and it’s not a servant’s right to ask what Ma’am gets up to, I just go about my domestic duties. All jealous men should do this, the subspace will put you in your inferior place.

Well one of my biggest would be to be used by a friend w\ her strap on while my gf watches and masturbates and comments about what a dirty slut I am ..

Wow! I just surfed in and have been reading all the various topics here for about the last 2 hours. I didn’t realize just how many other men have these sub desires. I don’t feel so alone. This particular thread has been very enlightening.

R - you stated that “hurting men makes you wet.” And earlier you stated: “…someone suffering for me honestly becomes very beautiful…” I’d like to respond to that by saying that I’ve often wondered if there were many ladies with that attitude. I agree with you in that it IS very beautiful and I have to admit that the thought of being severely flogged, or otherwise being hurt, for the sole purpose of indulging a woman’s desires is MORE than enough justification for submitting to such an act. To me that kind of submission and resulting torment is very emotionally cleansing and therapeutic. I’ve found that when I’m being beaten, I can much more easily deal with the pain mentally when I feel that my tormentor is having a very good time.

And while I’m on that subject, much has been said in the SM community about always using safewords. But personally, I have to say that I absolutely abhor the thought of being given one to use. I know that it is in the interest of safety and all that and I also know that you should always subtract intensity in the interest of reality over fantasy, but really, how does one completely dominate another when safewords are involved? And how does someone with truely sadistic desires ever find satisfaction if his/her bottom is calling a halt to the action before the sadistic cup has been filled? For as long as I can remember, I’ve always wanted to be the kind of sub that knew full well that submitting meant the possibility of being hurt REALLY BAD! I’ve found that the fear involved is also very emotionally cleansing. My wife indulges me quite a bit but she honestly is NOT a sadist. In fact, she’s really not into this stuff at all. But I consider myself very fortunate that she will at least fills my fantasies partway. As a result, my beatings are rather modest and my bondage sessions are not particularly long-lived. We’ve been married for a long enough time that she’s become comfortable with the equalibrium that we’ve established so far. I wish we could turn up the heat though.

I really think that if the need to use a safety word was important, why not use a safety gesture instead. I’ve found that with myself, I mentally shift gears when bound very rigidly and gagged. It’s extremely important to be restrained totally with absolutely no way to escape and then to be muzzled with no way to even cry for help. It is then and only then that I can mentally accept my fate. That’s when I tend to relax into it and give up. Getting to that point is one of the goals.

My wife and I don’t use ropes anymore. We use handcuffs, padlocks and chains exclusively. We started doing this about 10 years ago because my wife, not being the bondage enthusiast that I had hoped for, was very clumsy with her rope work. She would tie big bows so that she could easily release me. But that escape way too easy. Wiggling out was almost instantaneous. Being able to escape makes the entire scene one of total frustration. Also, knowing that I can escape gives my mind an area in which to focus. If escape is totally impossible, my mind gives up on it and I accept whatever happens. This is an extremely important goal for my bondage sessions and being subjected to intense tortures reinforces that helplessness. We use a pair of Smith & Wesson model 300 hinged handcuffs for virtually all sessions. In addition we have a Hiatts security block that slips over the S&W keyholes and locks on with a padlock. This not only makes the cuffs escapeproof, but makes them rigid as well. My wife doesn’t know that they are double locking and I’ve not told her. If I roll over on them and they squeeze down too tight that’s just my own damn bad luck. I don’t mind the deep grooves in my wrists or the nerve damage. It all heals in a week or so and I get a soothing reminder each time look at my wrists or brush up against something in the following days that will arouse the soreness.

For my ankles, we have a set of oversized American handcuffs. I have legirons but we don’t use them because I’m never allowed to go anywhere during a scene anyway.

On rare occasions, my wrists will be cuffed in front but only when I’m to be hung from the ceiling for a whipping. I can’t physically take a feet off the floor suspension this way but I can cope with it if I can divide my weight on my tippy tippy tippiest. But in all other cases, my wrists will always be behind my back and if a whipping is in order, it’s much easier and much more painful to suspend me strappado style. To me padded leather suspension cuffs are for people that are only playing around.

The strappados are severe. I’ve got a peice of chain that locks into the overhead hook that is just long enough to reach the back of my head when I’m standing up straight. So that’s how far my wrists will be up behind me when I step off the ladder. As soon as I’m down off the ladder, my wife will snap on the ankle cuffs. This keeps me slightly off balance as I dance on the end of her whip and it’s very painful.

For whips, we have 2. One is a riding crop that I got at a tack shop and the other is a buggy whip bought from TSC. I leave it up to her which one she will use. If she feels like taking a bigger swing, the buggy whip works well. But for close in work, the crop is fine too. We tried the cat-o-nine floggers years ago from an adult store, but they just don’t have the severe sting that I need to atone for my wrongs.

Fortunately my wife, even though she’s never been INTO this per se, has gone along with me on it for my sake. I’m very appreciative of that. One night, we were laying in bed discussing the divorce of some friends where the husband had slept around on his wife. My wife asked what she could do to ever prevent me from being a womanizer. I told her that the only woman that would tempt me was an evil, dominant, sadistic bitch. If she could be that woman, she would never have to worry about my leaving. She could literally beat the cheat out of me. LOL. She agreed to that and I personally think it’s way more than the vast majority of men have. If I could change anything, I would talk her into using a gag on me. She has never felt comfortable with my being gagged because if we have an emergency, how could I let her know. But I have a difficult time being totally dominated without the gag. In fact, I’d very much like to incorporate and electric shock collar along with the gag. You might think that this combination is WAY cruel but my attitude is that it doesn’t have to be anymore cruel than I let it be. If it gets to be too much, all I have to do is shut my damn mouth. I’m sure that a couple of spikes of voltage from that baby and my silence will be golden.

This might seem funny to you, but this is another thing I’d like to change. Whenever I get cuffed up and ready for a punishment session, she always asks me what I’d like. I HATE THAT!! She just doesn’t get it. (sigh) But what the heck. I’ll take it this way. Hey, we’re disease free, happily married and lovingly faithful. That’s a lot these days.

I’ve had these tendencies ever since I was old enough to remember. But it wasn’t until my wife starting working with me on it that I got the chance to explore the real reasons WHY I needed to be tortured. I am the classic dominant person in real life. I’m very outgoing, very take charge, I’ve got huge balls and I’m very intimidating. I’m 6’1” 300 lbs of muscle with not a lot of body fat. I run my own company and have huge amounts of responsibility. A long time ago, I realized that I had a problem with depression and was an extreme perfectionist, demanding total performance from myself. It wasn’t until the doctor’s prescribed anti-depressants didn’t seem to be working that I asked my wife one night to give me the abolute worst beating of my life. I explained that I needed to be severly beaten. I asked her to not show any mercy whatsoever and if she felt like she was being too cruel, to not worry about and we’d discuss it after. I put a gag in my mouth, she strappadoed me to the garage ceiling and gave me 40 very hard strokes with the buggy whip. The marks lasted almost 4 months. Also, I had bruises on my upper arms where my shoulders suffered from the strappado. It hurt like a mother but the feelings of relief and atonement were delicious and lasted almost as long as the marks did. That’s when I threw away the anti-depressants and we’ve never looked back. That’s when I realized that torture for me is a very important part of my life and a lot cheaper than drugs.

Here are my fantasy desires.

I’d really like to suffer the wooden horse. I mean for real. Make it really hurt bad and for a long time …. hours and hours.

I’m interested in sensory deprivation. I’d like to try some intense bondage with access to my genitals denied for several days or weeks in pitch black solitary confinement. If I’m in solitary, the one comfort that I could find would be self-gratification and care would have to be taken to prevent that so hands should cuffed in back and maybe a KTB applied or something.

I’m absolutely fascinated with strangulation and breath play. My death fantasy involves being lynched by a crazed mob. Once I cuffed myself up while waiting for my wife to come home form work. I figured she’d be home in about 2 hours and I took great care to make sure that I could not possibly escape. But I made the mistake of using a dog’s choke collar to keep myself from wandering around the house. But when I laid down to wait, the collar get getting tighter and tighter. I really thought that I’d done myself in. Fortunately I didn’t. But boy was my wife ever mad. However, the fear, the inescapable situation, the rigid cuffwork all combined to give me a very intense sensation that was absolutely intoxicating. I had actually resolved myself to dying at one point and I had the thought that I would at least die the way I’d always wanted to die.

I have an inquistional interrogation fantasy. In this fantasy, I’m falsely accused of committing a disgusting crime and tortured until I confess. Once I’ve confessed, I’m punished for my crime and of course, the punishment involves being immasculated right before being hoisted up at the gallows. I wouldn’t really care what the crime was as long as the accusation was false. That way the injustice would be added into the equation.

I’ve also fantasized about having to atone for the wrongs of other people. Having a bitch dominatrix that I have to account to, if she were to come home from work extremely angry at her boss, I’d consider it an absolute honor to allow her to deliver the beating to me that she’d like to give to him thereby relieving herself of the pent up aggression and adrenaline.

Yeah, I’m hopelessly hardcore.

Hard for me to imagine getting as much attention as you are and still worrying about the unrealizable fantasies. But I do know those hungers and cravings have a relentless life of their own no matter how much you may try to overcome them.

A complete handover of power to someone who will abuse it. That is the core of my fantasy. A beautiful situation would be to have a woman who simply wants to be abusive and cause pain for whatever reason explain all the nasty things that she want to do to a male body and mind. Then I would place myself into her hands by locking myself into the bondage of her desire. Something like hands behind the back legs in irons and testicles chained with her holding the chain. As I can’t think of how to escape from that control then she would lead me to the place of my suffering. What the suffering is does not really matter as long as it is something beyond what I can take and that from that point on I wish that I had not entered into this arrangement. Seeing that I can’t see any woman wanting to focus on me 24 hours a day the rest of my fantasy time would be spent in cages or working while tied to the work. The idea is that the suffering is so bad that I would escape at the first opportunity. But ideally through consistent pain and other games when the opportunity for release is presented I am so broken as to volunteer for more. Lastly I agree the best place for all this would be a farm. I can’t imagine a better place than to be suspended in a drafty barn while being punished then locked into a crude stall shackled to the wall. A few punishments that I see as particularly nasty and wouldn’t like at all. That is the best ones: -Forced to take powerful medicines that cause unbelievable cramping. -Electro shock. Not the ones that hurt a bit but the ones where you scream until you run out of air then keep screaming anyway. -Ball whipping. A riding crop to the balls until incoherent. -Good old punching. A punching bag. -Cock Piercing. Then one can be lead around by the piercing. -Beating on the feet. -Choices. A great one is when you say tie the arms behind the back while standing on an unstable stool. Then if during say a whipping you falter the stool falls away and you are left hanging. Another is one of those testicle pillories. You can stay still while being whipped or you can jerk and hurt your balls. Or holding up a weight that if lowered will cause shocks to the balls. The best is allowing yourself to be led by the balls, thus avoiding pain, to be strapped down and electro shocked for a while thus encountering pain. This is the best being broken down and forced to surrender over and over. Eventually you even get it so that you are punishing yourself in front of her to avoid worse punishments. The dream woman would be one who truly wants to hurt. A real sadist with a temper. I want someone who gets breathless thinking of nasty things to do. Someone sees it as a personal challenge to make me beg from the depths of my soul for her to show some small mercy. Also it would be sort of cool if somehow she had a deeper motive so that I know that she will not give up. Such as a lesbian (thus no chance that this might become sexual) who just hates men and smiles every time she thinks of what she will do to me. Or a woman who is so repressed that she vents her repressions on me and then gets angry seeing me naked which turns her on a bit making her even angrier. I think you get the point. The odd thing is that in my real life I am financially secure and can get all the women I need but would trade it all for this in a heartbeat.

But in summary my fantasy focuses on that moment when the final click of the lock or whatever signals the absolute transfer of control from me to her and we both are nearly out of our minds with an odd kind of passion that is both completely opposite but identical.

PS I disagree with the statement that the total ownership type relationship is possible. The key is really that the owner breaks past the bounds that the other person has any rights. In history slaves truly were property. They were considered dead. Thus no matter how cruel you were to them it was still a reprieve from being dead. There were many women who wrote about taking out various frustrations of slaves who represented their problems this included personally castrating men. Lastly I worked with a woman who’s husband literally walked behind her and so on. I later found out that she confessed that she beat him regularly.

I agree that a great way to enforce bondage through language would be a foreign country. I can see a situation where in a non western country that a women from an influential family could set you up in legal situation that you would rather avoid. Then all she has to do is keep you naked with no clothes available. If you are in a remote area with no clothes in a foreign country where the police are corrupt escape is not an option. Especially where she could do something like have you charged with rape or murder on a whim. Thus she would not have to lock you up except as a punishment. She could have you stand in front of her with your hands on your head while she puts pepper spray down your urethra and you couldn’t do a thing. What are you going to do say no? Even if you did run away the police would just bring you back to her if you were lucky. Thus you would live with no hope of escape and all you get for good or bad would depend on her.

Personal_x,

You and I share quite a few perverse appetites. Though my imagination does take me quite as far as yours. I’ve gotten – and this is just me, not a reflection on what you wrote – where I can’t really fantasize beyond what I think is the harshest I could actually endure.

I do wish when it would’ve been more feasible I’d had the courage to explore the levels of humiliation and pain I can endure if only for a couple of days. (I don’t really want to be broken since I want to be able to play again another day).

But I was too timid to go for it. (I don’t know that there are women interested in being that ruthless but there are men who are.) Maybe in my next lifetime if I reincarnate I’ll be brave enough.

I think that women like that do exist but that the supply is so small that they do not need to troll around to find people like us. They just find men close enough and beat away. If the men won’t take it they leave. If they do take it then they stay. I have also had friends tell me about violent girlfriends. Generally they were driven by temper. Also social norms probably pressure sadistic women into denying their acts. The men in their life would say they are sadistic but the women would deny it both to herself and to the world. Also women tend to be sadistic in a womanly way, through social attacks and so on. So maybe to make many of the above fantasies come true the key is to convince violent women to acknowledge their violence. Say let it be free. There are people accepting of your true nature and let it be us.

Personal_X, that was an excellent post! It really spoke to me. Virtually everything you described would fall into agreement with what I’ve deeply desired, too.

Pepper spray down the urethra? Hmm, I could do that I think. I’ve sure been facinated with the idea of cattle prods on the genitals. …..or one of those Muscleman Stunguns. I’d need to be restrained really well for that I’m sure.

How about some kind of motion sensor rigged up to keep me totally still while Mistress is busy doing other things?

The motion sensor is a very nifty touch.

We started doing the motion sensor thing about 8 years ago. We don’t do it a whole lot these days but it still is in our repetoir of activities.

When I first got the idea, it was a simple case of picking out one that I thought would do the job. I looked at the features and went with my best guess. I got one that had a sensitivity control, which I always run at maximum. It has a switch that lets you decide how long the motion light should be on. This, of course, is going to determine the length of time you recieve each correction. Options on my particular unit are: 4 seconds, 4 minutes or 12 minutes. I’ve gone with the 4 second option because it seemed about right. After all, even when being whipped, you need to be able to recover and brace yourself for the next stroke. If the timer were set at even 4 minutes, the voltage would just sit there and cook my manhood into charbroiled steak. That’s not the goal. The goal is to deliver pain briefly, allowing you to fear the next event.

I got the motion sensor at the Home Depot and I went to Radio Shack for the actual shock torture device. I got a raw transformer that steps 110 volts AC down to about 30 volts AC. This was a total experiment and I had no idea what the results would be. Radio Shack sells several of these transformers ready to be mounted to some kind of board and they vary from around 5 volts to around 50. The 30 volt job was a pure guess.

At first, I mounted everything to a piece of wood so that it would be stable and not wander around possibly causing a short. The last thing that I needed was to be chained into submission only to have the house catch fire. The motion sensor has a standard light bulb socket on it and it was a simple case of using an adaptor to plug an extension cord into a light socket to give me what I wanted there. Then I wired the output of the transformer to my genitals with a 2” ring around the base behind my balls and a 1” ring just under the glans. Since I’d never done this before, I was flying in the dark and figured that I’d learn as I went. And YES, I certainly learned! So when it came to try it out, MAN did I ever get a surprise! The motion sensor always turns on when you first apply the voltage to it. So YOU’RE GOING TO GET SHOCKED WITH THIS SET UP NO MATTER WHAT! At 30 volts AC, I jerked extremely violently halfway across the room. It was excrutiating and WAY over the top as far as the intense pain went. If someone had done this to me intentionally, I would have ended our relationship as being way too abusive then and there. Since I had not cuffed up, I was free to inch my way, little by little without triggering the motion sensor again, over to where I could unplug the whole affair from the wall.

So obviously, I needed some way of governing the the amount of shock. The solution was simple. I used a light dimmer control from the Home Depot and wired it into the 110v side of the transformer. That way I could dial up the amount of correction. So I carefully tested it again…. extremely nervously, I might add. IT WORKED! Now I can dial up any kind of shock from totally boring all the way up to “San Quentin Electric Chair.”

My NON-sadist wife has not been totally cool with it all but she hasn’t put the nix on it either. Not the way she laid down the law and said “absolutely NOT” to my wanting to have my genitals whipped with the crop or to having my balls tied to the floor. So I have gotten to try it out on many occasions with absolutely no hope of escape until she releases me which is EXACTLY the way it should be.

Here’s the methodology to our system. We set the motion sensor on a microphone stand that we got at a yard sale. Sensitivity is set at maximum and shock length set for 4 seconds. The motion sensor’s “eye” is aimed at me and in such a way that it will cover the door to the room.

In the basement of our home, we have a room with two eye bolts, one on each of two oposing walls. I’ll lay out a futon in the middle of the room to give myself at least a modicum of comfort. One eyebolt is mounted on the wall toward my feet and the other eyebolt is mounted on the wall toward my head. Then chains are connected from my legcuffs to that corresponding eyebolt and a collar around my neck is connected to the eyebolt on the opposite wall. Relax, we’ve learned the correct amount of slack to put in the chains to avoid asfixiation. Just enough slack to not have to worry about death but not too much to allow me to wander around. Laying on my stomach, my hands are then cuffed behind. And of course, the “electrodes” are connected to my manhood as described above.

It is then up to my wife to dial up the amount of correction and start the fun. The dial on the dimmer control has a mark on it that is “correct” for me. It’s very painful but does no permanent harm. As soon as my wife turns on the voltage, the motion sensor gives me a “wake-up” call. Again, it always turns on right at first. Then my wife waits until it turns off and I settle down, groaning from my first big jolt. Then she walks to the door which gives me my 2nd big jolt. She’ll leave the door open so that the cat can wander in if she wants. That’s always interesting…. hmmmm. I wonder how many folks have their cats play into the torture? Finally, my wife goes upstairs for her shopping spree on QVC. (When I’m not there to tone her down, she wears that channel out!) I have to admit that she does get at least some sadistic pleasure shopping on QVC when I’m bound with the threat of electrical torment standing over me if I make so much as a peep or wiggle. Later when I’m going over my emails, I see all these confirmations from QVC and I say: “Honey, when did you buy all of this?” And she reminds me that she enjoyed my last bondage session and if I’d like to make a protest, she’ll be happy to explain it to me with the whip. She also explains to me that the QVC bill costs less than a Pro Domme would. So I take it in stride. Hey, maybe she’s getting into this sadism thing better and better everyday.

Anyway, the very longest I’ve ever been controlled by this set up has been 5 hours. That was a number of years ago. I find that I can no longer do it for that long because with my hands cuffed behind my back, I start suffering shoulder trauma at around the 2 to 2½ hour mark. It gets too painful to be erotic and certainly too painful to stay within the realm of punishment that’s “reasonable.” I’m a little worried about that but that’s a subject for a different time. At any rate, this set up can deliver more than enough punishment to achieve the desired result.

Anyway, these enforced bondage sessions are amazing! I’ve found that being bound and rigidly held in one position without being able to even move without recieving a severe shock, is cosmic. In order to deal with it all, I find myself going through all kinds of mental activity. For about the first half hour, I usually find myself trying to test the limits of my restraints and to find out how much the motion sensor will tolerate. Eventually, I’m going to cross the line and pay for it, but I HAVE to know in my mind anyway. Once that has been established I usually settle in for the long haul. This is when my mind frees itself from my body and I soar mentally. I had read of others experiencing this but it wasn’t until my wife and I started doing this that I found out for myself. It’s a wonderful experience. ….rigid, uncomfortable and painful but wonderful. This is when the bondage really, really is a benefit. It’s especially good if I lose total track of time. So we’ve taken all the clocks away from the room and since I’m in the basement, there is virtually no light intrusion. It can be a bright sunny day but it doesn’t matter to me. We’ve also included a baby monitor so my wife can hear any real signs of distress HOWEVER, if she feels that I’m faking it in anyway to get some relief, she will flog me without turning off the motion sensor. She also checks on me periodically which always causes more electrical suffering. I know that many would cry foul at my being left alone in a potentially dangerous situation and even my wife is not always comfy with it. But she indulges me and we haven’t had any kind of close call ever. I think that preplanning has a lot to do with keeping things safe.

One thing that has happened several times I have to tell you about. After about an hour of total stillness, my mind would almost be in a trance. Then the cat would walk in and WAMMO! It would catch me so much by suprise that I would jerk against the restraints really hard. In a split second I’m very aware that I MUST settle down or I’ll keep getting shocked. But now I’m in a new position that I can’t maintain. So I get shocked again when I relax. Several times also, I’ve had involuntary convulsions keep the motion sensor triggering new shocks. I like to call this the ping-pong effect. It’s only fun in retrospect but certainly an important part of the punishment for me mainly I think because it is so cold and impersonal. I like that aspect of it and I know that if I want to avoid it, I need to be still. If we think that it could be more of a problem, we just simply close the door so the cat has to stay out.

Finally, when my wife enters the room, either to check on me or release me, there will at least be one final shock. She will disconnect the wires from my genitalia first but she may or may not decide to release me. This gives me a chance to wiggle around and find a new position that I can deal with. Unless I’ve been totally fried, the orgasms are heavenly at this point. I think that that is at least partially because this kind of torment is exactly what makes me feel like I’ve atoned and I’ve been emotionally cleansed like I stated in a previous post.

I find that as I get older and well up into middle age, I have more and more difficult time achieving an orgasm after intense stimuli such as this. This worries my wife but she doesn’t necessarily understand that for me, sex is not always the desired end result. I want to go away from this feeling like I was punished but good for my wrongs. And this scene does a good job of arriving at that goal. We’ve also found that Viagra changes everything and for the better. The Doctor started me on it about a year ago and I LOVE IT! It works very well for me and I’m able to keep it up in the face of a total onslaught of punishment.

Honestly, I’m not 100% sure that I believe this. Though you are very convincing and I’m happy to give you the benefit of the doubt (don’t object to my response, I’ve read many an untrue tale from masochistic men).

That was an amazing scenario. Thanks for sharing it.

Can we post pictures? I’ll send some photos of the apparatus and how I wired it up if you’d like.

If you will supply your email address using the field in the comment form (it won’t be displayed) I’ll arrange for you to get the pictures and words to me and will make a post of it if you’d like.

AC current is dangerous! You can easily kill yourself running AC current through your body. Please read up on the subject of electo-stim, and switch immediately to a DC supply —- this will still pack a punch but is less likely to stop your heart.

Hi Richard, this is just a little info for Andrew - re his post http://www.downonmyknees.com/archives/miscellany/tellmeyourunrealizedb.php#001798

There are several groups (used to be on Yahoo but have gone to MSN as yahoo was closing them down) that are involved in back flogging and whipping.

There are folks who share your fantasy from all around the World - and although you may find it difficult getting your fantasy fulfilled quite as intensely as you desire, there are certainly plenty of guys who will give your back a VERY authentic judicial flogging - and more.

http://groups.msn.com/mmbbf/_homepage.msnw? http://groups.msn.com/BullwhipMasters http://groups.msn.com/UnderTheLashBareBackFlogging

Hope you find something there of interest, for a group which shows a lot of flogging photos from the screen, visit: http://groups.msn.com/StarsStripesFilmFloggingScenes

Hope you find that of interest, take care, be happy.

Mark

With regards to a couple of postings using the 30v transformer. You will almost certainly be getting substantially more than 30v from a 30v transformer when connecting yourself up. Small trasformers put out upto 150% of their rated voltage at low loads - gonads included! And only have the correct voltage at approximately full load.

I also beg to differ a little with the poster who says AC is dangerous and to use DC.

with a DC supply, you will feel an initial jolt - and then nothing other than possibly a burning sensation. Not pleasant. TENS units, muscle toners, electro-play devices ALL use an AC ouput - albeit powered from a DC battery which is perhaps what the poster was meaning.

Having said that 50 > 60 Hz IS a frequency which the heart is particularly sensitive too. If connecting only below the waist however it may well be a risk you are quite comfortable in taking.

For general play with electro, buying either a product made especially for the job or a TENS unit / Muscle toner is a way to safely push your limits. You could still have the motion detector working a relay to make or break the connection to your bits and bobs!

If you are going to keep playing with a transformer wired to the mains through a motion detector, may I suggest you use an earth leakage breaker - just in case the transformer fails in any way.

Mark

This reminds me of the days when General Westinghouse and Thomas Edison were fighting with each other to promote respectively AC and DC current. One of Edison’s efforts was to try executing a prisoner with DC. A mess if I remember correctly.

I bought a Rimba TENS unit several months back. It seemed rather weak and was hard to imagine much D/s potential.

I’d be great to hear what games folks have come up with for using theirs.

Fantasy: I am naked except for garter belt, black seemed stockings, and high heels. My cock and balls are encased in a leather ball splitter with a leash attached. My wrists are cuffed behind me. My mistress has the leash and pulls me along by my balls as I struggle awkwardly in the heels. I’m led into a room full of women who enjoy seeing me humiliated. They fondle me until I become rock hard, then I am made to get on my knees and pleasure them with my mouth and tongue. My mistress whacks me with a riding crop if I am not satisfying enough. And then to complete the humiliation, another handcuffed and naked male slave is brought in, and I am forced to lick his balls and suck his cock. We are tied together in a 69 position, and the first one to come gets his butt reamed by the other male.

I have a fantasy that a beautiful,if wealthy and intelligent all the better,female treats me as absolute scum.Treats me as a worthless being,not worth more than a disgusting cockroach or the crap on the bottom of her shoes.She would have my e mail address,online screen names,phone numbers and her verbal abuse could be relentless and scathing.Maybe coupled with a couple of painful restrictive bondage positions to be ordered into whenever she felt like it.Her female friends could watch or join in.I wonder if a female would enjoy doing that to a male,even if miles away? Paul.

My favorite fantasy is to be a member of a submissive family, both male and female subs maybe around 10 of us, who serve a very wealthy and powerful Mistress. She uses us as servants of her house. We all live communally away from the Mistress in the fenced-in slave quarters. We are left on our own with a pecking order decided by ourselves. Mistress and Her friends only control us when we are outside the slaves quarters and serving Her. Sometimes we work for Her weeks on end doing all sorts of domestic chores and anything Her heart desires. She uses us for anything and everything, from manual labor to sex slaves. We might paint the house one day and be a toilet-slave at Her party the next. At other times she may ignore any individual slave for months on end where they live with the other non-working slaves and decide how to spend their time amongst each other. We are allowed very little material possesions and no clothing. This creates a heirarchy among the slaves where the alpha slaves rule and the omega slaves serve. i would wish to be in the middle where i serve some and others serve me.

i would like to have my hands tied behind my back, blindfolded, then wanked, a candle stuck up my ass, then it taken out and made to lick the shit off it

I am married but I do have the urge to be spanked across my bare behind. My wife is pretty conservative and does not approve of this.

I have and am submissive by nature and carry out various chores around the house in the nude wherever and whenever possible. My wife, again, has no idea and will not approve it if she knows about it.

Am I abnormal?

What can I do and is there anyone who would want me to work p/t (of course) as a house boi for them?

I live in Melbourne, Australia.

Cheers.

Think of your desires as atypical than abnormal.

Sounds like you are doing what you can to cope with them.

You may be able to find someone but not on a weblog.

Your best bet would be to locate one of your area fetish groups/clubs. Second best would be to place an ad on a site like CollarMe.com.

Charitably I would be classified as an old, old fart. Alas, I’ve never had a bare butt spanking.

So my fantasy is to enter the domina’s room where my wrists would be shackled and attached to a lifting rope, a gag is stuck in my mouth and my shirt is pulled up over my head and clipped there. Then I am lifted off the floor, the rest of my clothes are removed, and a spreader bar is attached to my ankles. Next I am lowered just enough so that part of my weight can be taken on my feet.

Now I am subjected to half an hour or so of CBT.

And finally, I’m led - still tied and gagged and blindfolded - to a spanking horse, tightly restrained and subjected to a medium severe spanking.

I’d like to undergo this experienced at least once before I finally shuffle off.

WC

There’s no shame in hiring an experienced ProDomme to help you realize your fantasies. (Knowing nothing about you, I don’t have any idea what your options are.)

I enjoyed the posting by attila. Any way to contact him so we could correspond about our common interests?

Thanks,

greg

Sorry, he didn’t supply an email address.

my fantasy is to wallow in mud on a farm.My Misstress would walk me on a rope to a mud hole and put in there.the farmer who owns the farm would treat me like a pig. i wallow in it and eat slop. peolpe would see me doing this

One of my deepest fantasies that I’ve had since high school involves me being humiliated in front of my owner and all her friends. I’ve never really been excited by the stereotypical image of the leather-clad dominatrix who’s cold as ice. Instead my fantasies involve cute, giggly, high school and college girls, who have fun humiliating and abusing me just because they can. In this particular fantasy, I am standing naked in the middle of a big room, with my hands tied behind my back, subjected to verbal humiliation (including penis size humiliation) and repeated kicks and knees to my balls. Eventually my owner would stop and untie my hands, and then order me to jerk off in front of all of them. The verbal humiliation continues while I masturbate furiously, my balls still aching from the beating they just recieved. After I finally come, my owner orders me down on my hands and knees. Then she plants her bare foot on my neck and pushes me down, ordering me to lick up my own load. That’s pretty much the pinnacle of humiliation for me. Throughout the whole scene, the girls are whooping with laughter and calling me “whimp,” “sissy,” “small dick loser,” and some other things I won’t post here.

I have exactly the same phantasy as condamnedMale: he is My super-submissive slave, at My Divine Court in ancient Egypt, where I am worshipped as Goddess Isis. I will make his dreams come through…Is it possible Richard? Madeleine

Is it his desire to be treated as scum or his writing of being completely controlled at a distance that strikes you (or both)?

Hopefully you know me well enough to know that I’m not asking to suggest either is wrong, just seeking clarity.

From my understanding and what I’ve read there are people who have very real and powerful long distance D/s relationships. Takes lots of digging. But that is true even with conventional vanilla courtship: finding someone who really cares (is submissive) and honest is always hard.

My unfulfilled fantasy is to meet a women my age or slightly older.”Mature” A lady who knows how to give a good bare bottom spanking. She would know how to handle the mental part of spanking and reduce me to that little boy state of mind. With discretion there would be public and in home witness spankings. It would involve humiliating spanking attire and scolding. The ultimate women to meet would be a lady who would like to mix F/m domestic discipline and domination lifestyle with a contemporary loving relationship. I live in NE Ohio if anybody is interested! LOL

My dream is to be used as a dog on a lead pooing on grass, eating dog food the lot.

The ultimate for me is being tied up and humiliated by some hardcore women who are faceslapping specialists. I want about 3 or 4 methodical women who know how to flip their wrists.

I would have my hands tied spread out across the end of a bed facing out. This would allow me to be about chest even with each lady.

I would get a barrage of slaps to my face while they laugh and tease me asking if it stings, putting hand mirrors in front of me so I can see the handprints on my face.

After about an hour I would be released, then handcuffed with my hands behind my back. I would be put in a leg scissors lock while the ladies stand over me and laugh. The lady who put me in the leg lock would then take my face, put it to the ground and smash her boot into my face, holding it there for a minute, calling me pathetic and her bitch. Each lady would then follow suit.

After that episode, the strongest of the bunch would put me in a camel clutch near the end of the bed. Another lady would stand at the end of the bed. There I am in a brutal uncomprimising camel clutch by this goddess and I know that when she releases me which should be a good thing I know that the lady standing there will give me a slap. I will be aroused by the camel clutch and the knowledge that there is more pain coming as soon as I am released and there is nothing I can do about it.

After about 15 minutes of the camel clutch/faceslap combination, I am then handcuffed back in my original position for another hour of faceslapping and humiliation. I will also get a few lashings on my butt with the belt.

A great ending would be alternating slaps on the face from two ladies, one standing on either side of me. A continuous onslaught for say two minutes.

I’m a woman whose darkest fantasy is to be bound hands behind back, legs chained to a spreader bar, and made to stand with a taut noose around my neck while being fucked. Then, once he’s done, he would hoist me up slowly, so my toes brush the carpet a moment as they strain for the floor, then leave it entirely. He would let me hang there a moment, straining, bucking, as he carressed my air starved body, then lower me down into a kneeling position and take me from behind.

I am in a fulltime FemDom marriage. My Wife/Mistress has full authority over me and disciplines me frequently. She owns and controls everything; the house is in her name, she has access and control of all bank accounts, credit cards, etc.

We both completely love the peace and closeness that has come into our marriage when I acknowledged her as the head of our household.

My unrealized dream would be this: Mistress instructs me to get naked, put on her leather collar, and then presents to me an embarassing little plaid schoolgirl skirt which she expects me to wear. Then she gives me a list of chores to do (vacuuming, laundry, cleaning out the fridge, changing light bulbs, cooking dinner, etc.). Without telling me where she is going, she then takes off.

A few hours later, while still doing chores, Mistress comes into the house and commands me to kneel and “stay” (with a hand gesture, like when you tell a dog to “stay”). I do, instantly, and she goes back outside and comes back in, with another couple of ladies.

“See, there is my husband. Just the way I like him. I tell you, it is possible to have a completely obedient husband, you know.” my Wife/Mistres says.

“Wow, that is amazing,” the first one says and they both laugh and continue chatting with my Mistress, completely ignoring me.

“Yes. My little wife-boy here does all the house chores, all the house cleaning and laundry and cooking. He also gives great head, and I never have to feel obliged to do anything for him. He lives for my pleasure,” Mistres tells her friends as I turn a deeper shade of pink in mortification. Everything she says is true, but I was not expecting to be on display like this. Nontheless, my cock seems to paradoxically like this, as it is standing at attention, making a tent under the skirt.

My Mistress and friends go into the living room and sit down, chatting about how females should be the heads of households. I stay where I am, completely embarassed and completely turned on.

After an indeterminite time, I hear: “slaveboy, come here and serve us some drinks.”

I get up and go into the other room, with a raging erection underneath the plaid skirt.

“What would you and your friends like, Mistress?” I ask meekly, blushing from the completely obvious hardon.

“Bring me a screwdriver, and bring a couple of glasses of the red wine for my friends,” my Queen tells me and I do.

I spend the rest of the evening serving the three women, who become more domineering as the evening wears on.

At one point, Mistress has me get on all fours and she clips a leash to my collar and has me lick her pussy while her friends watch and laugh.

She then gets our her strapon and flips the skirt up and fucks me in the ass, all the while saying “Who’s the boss, bitch?” She is fingering her own pussy even as she fucks me with her strapon.

I am so excited at this point that it’s hard for me to think.

“Don’t you dare cum, bitch!” Mistress growls while continuing to fuck her little slaveboy’s ass. As she slams into me, I feel her bucking and I know she is starting to orgasm herself, but I am denied an orgasm.

When she is done with my (her!) ass, she has me clean her strapon and put it away and continue to server her and her friends drinks and snacks.

I absolutely crave the exquisite humiliation of being caught by my parents when I’m acting flagrantly girly, femmed up and, like, talking to a pansy friend in the phone boy about how much i wanted to kiss some hot guy I saw at the gym. I want them to catch me and make me, actually make me wear a bra (without cups) with a sissy looking blouse all the next day. Or make me wear effeminate clothes (not trying to pass but definitely not a man), say to thanksgiving dinner at my cousins’ and have to tell the company at dinner, as if of my own free will, that I thoought this or that actor was so hot. [If I didn’t I’d have to wear a dress the next day]

I’ve always had a fantasy about being raped whilst being chained at the wrists and, at the same time, being held under water. Restraints, Breathing Restriction and a soupcon of violence :)

Congratulations - you’ve hit upon one I could never even fantasize about.

Alexandra and I were watching a documentary about NYC ProDommes, Fetishes. She really enjoyed the part that dealt with breath control . That just sent a chill down my spine.

One of my hard limits, probably always will be.

I would like to be taken out in public wearing prisoner costume with leg cuffs and handcuffs. I would like to be blindfolded both at home and in public. I would like to be crossdressed if a dominant woman were willing to give me clothes and dress me. I am a submissive male who has never had the opportunity to do any of this and would be willing to go through with any of this and or all of this. I am from Iowa

I have an intense desire for testicle torture and have never experienced it with a woman. I live in Sacramento CA My Email is socceron@yahoo.com 5’10 210 MUSC MASC 52

my ultimate Femdom fantasy is to be sent to the Other World Kingdom, to be tried in their civil court, with a long list of offences.

Other World Kingdom is a real place where Women rule supreme. They have certain times of the year where the public is invited to visit, and the court is held during these times.

In case you are not familiar with their protocol, when a slave is to be tried, he reports to their reception area 3 hours prior to the court session. All of his posessions, including his clothes, are taken from him there, in front of anyone who happens to be present. From this moment on, he will remain naked until he has been tried, convicted, punished and is on his way out of the compound. he is then shackled and led by a female guard down to the prison cells, where he is chained to the wall. Any of the prison guards are free to punish him in any way that they choose while he is in the prison.

When his turn comes for his trial, he is led, still naked, into the court room, which is open to the public. he is chained to a stake, kneeling, his arms spread wide, facing the judge, in full view of the public gallery.

His offences are read out to him, and he may or may not be asked to clarify or expand on certain aspects. Other than these responses, he is not permitted to speak in his own defence.

Once the judge is clear on all of the offences, she passes a sentence. She is very strict in her judgement, and never shows mercy or takes extenuating circumstances into account.

Once the sentence has been declared, the slave must immediately thank the judge. if the slave does not speak, or says anything other than a heartfelt thank you, the entire sentence is immediately doubled.

If the slave’s accuser is present, he is then allowed to appeal to her for mercy, but she is under no obligation to grant or even acknowledge his plea. If she grants his plea for mercy, she is allowed to suggest an alternative punishment, which the judge may or not accept.

Punishments always incorporate 2 main elements - corporal punishment and a minimum period of public exposure in the pillories or stocks located in the main square at OWK. In addition,t he judge may decide that a public apology, restitution, or other personalized punishment is in order. Some of these may require activity on an ongoing basis after the visit to OWK is finished.

Once the final punishment has been decided, the judge will ask if there are any volunteers in the public gallery who would like to help implement the punishment.

The physical punishment may entail whipping, flogging, caning or other activities. One common punishment is the walk of shame, where the slave walks past a row of as many people as are participating, stopping to receive a set number of whips from each person along the way.

Once it has been established who will assist, and when the punishment is to take place, the slave is returned to his prison cell to await his punishment. Again, he is subject to the whim of the guards while there. The only variation may be if the judge decrees that the corporal punishment must take place immediately, in full view of all present, in which case he is subjected to the physical punishment, then returned to his cell to await the public display part of his punishment.

The public display portion involves him being secured naked in a mechanism, in full view of the main square in the complex. Anyone who wishes to verbally or physically humiliate or abuse him is encouraged to do so. In addition, a guard will whip him every hour on the hour, for the amusement of those present.

The slave is naked throughout the entire process, from the moment of his arrival until he leaves.

Once all aspects of the punishment to be carried out on site have been completed, the slave is then returned to the main lobby to receive his personal posessions back, dress, and leave the compound.

A fantasy of mine involves a woman I once masturbated for while she was clothed but never fully submitted to.

In my fantasy I am taken to a courtroom where she is part of a panel of judges. I am brought there nude. The head judge notices I have my pubic hair and is outraged. A female guard injects me with something and I immediately become unable to control my body but am aware as I am placed on a table and am completely shaved.

Once this is done I am strapped in place and held upright on the table in front of the panel. In short order I am found guilty and ordered to become the complete slave of Tammy (the woman I masturbated for) .

Tammy walks fully clothed in front of me and injects me with another drug that renders me her complete slave. As proof of her power she has me masturbate in my shaved state before the panel and then fucks me with a strap on to the approval of the panel

My biggest fantasy would be for a domme to trick me into chasity and then force feed me female hormones until chasity was no longer needed

My deepest fantasy, is also my dream, and fondest wish. Who knows, one day I may meet the man of my dreams. Our meeting will be a matter or fate.

He was younger, well built, with soulful eyes, blond hair and was uttely and wonderfully masculine. After a talk and a call he came to my home to actully look at my art…my work. We spent hours talking over a period of day - He fully at ease with my need to express my self and just getting a hint of my Alpha nature. He surprized me early one evening with a gift of flowers and asked if I would listen to him. I did of course. And told him to wait while I gave it some thought. It was winter, but he sat on the porch, waiting… hoping I would take a chance with on him. Hoping I would hear his truth, afaid I would reject him out of hand. I didn’t. I opened the door and let him in telling him then and there what my first test of honesty and devotion would be. I could see the shiver run up his spine yet without a word or hesitation he he climed the stairs going to the bedroom he had never seen. I found him where I told him to be, standing fully dressed, back to me in the corner. I took my time selecting the music I wanted, getting a cold drink but not changing out of the sweats I use to paint in. He jerked just a bit as I blind-folded him and lead him to the bed - he shivered knowing what was to come and determined to prove himself to me. First I tossed his coat aside, and removed his belt, saying nothing, letting my hands alone guide him. Openning his jeans I guided him easily accross my lap,and after rubbing my hands lovingly over his well rounding offerings began to spank him, slowly until I could feel his erection. Then using pulling his far arm up behind him, and pinning his long legs with my full calves and thighs,I slid his briefs down, exposing the white plump flesh. I picked up the tempo of the spanking until his buttocks was a deep shade of pink, but not quite red. I didn’t mind the moans. As they only served to heighten my need and desire. But not weaken my resolve. Taking a cool dink. Removing his mask, I began in earnest. Using my hands until they were numb themselves, as I too proved myself to him. Only then did I pick up the hairbrush and set to work, back and forth, back and forth, in measured hard cracks of explosive sound. He could not keep from wiggling a little, or bucking from time to time, but he never asked me to stop. His buttocks had gone far beyond dark red, into purple, and I watched his face in the carefully placed mirrior, to see his eyes, his expressions, his tears. This his proof to me of his sincerity. The tears had long since turned into hard sobs as I told him they would. But he needed those sobs, he needed this first full surrender, and he faked nothing, his cliching buttocks, his tender ass and heaving gasps told me the first part of what I needed to know. I stopped but did not release him, though he would later have to massage the leg that had gone numb beneath his yourthful frame. If he proved true. Having a bit more soda that had now grown warm I pulled open the small dresser draw near his head and finding the tube I wanted opened it with my teeth and one hand. I squeezed what I wanted onto the small of his back then dipped the fingers of my right hand into the lubricant. Still sobbing, he felt this my first invasion of him, after teasing the tiny opinging first with a hint of promise. I used one then two fingers, lingering where part of me wanted to go. When his sobbing turned to the little gasps again, and just as I could feel him responding to this second most intimate touch. I told his to stand. Now I removed the remainder of his cloths to examine the flesh I was making my own even as I listened to the sounds of his torment and love. Again I guided him across my lap and could feel the courage it was taking him not to beg…for me to stop or go on? Time would tell, this time the sobs came within moments.But I was relentless. The moment of absolute truth had come. I realeased him and as I had instructed him at the door he felt his way onto the bed. Laying spead eagle on the queen sized bed.Only crying now and waiting for the woman he already loved.It took me a few moments to ready myself, and I knew the feel of the bedspead beneth his very, tender and bruised ass was likely another torment as he waited. He tensed again when he felt me get on the bed. I needed to taste and nibble and lick at his small paps, his abdomine, his neck,ears…I needed to touch every part of him. To ready myself, his new goddess, becuse I too needed to love. I could never be some detached cold goddess. I guided his hands and legs into the possition I wanted, all of him exposed to me. Tears still leaked down the sides of his face. “I’m going to take you now. Fully completely, and you will know you are mine, without question. Tell me now do you want me? Want me in you as much as I want you in me?” But he had no breath to speak. ” Look at me NOW!” And he did, dispite his pain, I could see his longing, to be known, to be owned, to be loved fully. “Keep looking at me. Do you want this? Do you want me? All of me? The wolf in me, the Goddess, the lioness, the artist, the woman I am?” “Yes.” He managed tho all of this was new to him. As new to him, as he was to me. Slowly, carefully I eased into him fully, waiting as needed for his muscles to relax and accept me. Then I was without mercy. Driving into him repeatedly untill my own electic fire ripped through me. I withdrew and told him to turn over. Tired but infinitly pleased I readied a cold wash cloth. With a wispered “Dont move.” I Sent additional shock-waves into him with the Hair brush, once again unlocking the tidle waves of pain, surrender, and loving understanding into him. After climbing into bed washed his face, then pulled him into my arms. Letting him weep and adjust to his new reality,as tenderly petting him,I did mine…Hoping he would prove true…and knowing the company and the sex would be excellent…as would the love.

Ass kicking contest. For a long time, I have wanted two women to perform various kicks, slaps and punches on me. Whoever inflicts the most pain wins, and becomes Queen. The other women and I are her sex slaves. To do as she wishes. To her or to each other.

Slave Troy

I’ve visioned many times to live out my one major fetish and hope someday my fantasy will be an reality, It’s for one or more women to beat me up in public, straddle and do schoolgirl pin to me and move up and facesit/smother me viciously with no sympathy or mercy.

Height!

What is the most tall, and most petite woman who has given you a spanking? And, how hard?

My tallest are two 5’11” women, who gave incredibly hard spankings.

Yet, more than one 5’3” girl has given me an English spanking, too.

Please email me your comments. (calif_penis@yahoo.com) I have fantasized these thing below. I fantasize being pissed on by a woman or a man, allowing it to dry on my body then being forced to walk around all day like that. Being in the center of a circle jerk Being a toilet for a woman. While three or four women watch, laughing and calling me a filthy slut, my face is masked so they don’t know who I am. I also don’t know who they are. My balls are tied tight in a slip knot with thin rope. The rope is then pulled back and up through the crack of my ass and tied to my forehead. My cock hangs out there. The rope stretches my balls as far back as possible with my head pulled back in a tilt. I am then forced to suck the cocks clean for a bunch of guys immediately after they have gang-banged one of woman. After wards, she straddles my head and I must suck all the cum from her pussy. After all this is done, the mask is ripped off and they see who I am. They know me and I know them. I have a constant fear they will spread the word. I see them daily at work.

I go to a restaurant with a guy. He goes to the bathroom and pisses in an empty apple juice bottle. Bring the bottle back out to me and I sit there and drink from it in the crowded restaurant. Instead of having cream in my coffee, having four different guys cum into my coffee.

i lomg to have a man or group of men make me strip ,and then have me put on panties ,a bra a pink blouse a nd a micro mennie skirtand the force me to give them head kiss their feet and butts the use me in every possible way. I just want to be a sex slave to men!1

I have recently devised a fantasy and I wanted to share it here.

In a room in the house where my wife likes to read there is a chair with an ottoman a soft reading lamp and small side table. In the ceiling above the table is a tiny single eye hook.

In the evening my wife tells me that that she would like a glass of wine while she reads a little of her book. This is a signal to me to prepare for “wine service”.

We have a small serving tray that is only large enough for a single glass of wine. On the edge of the tray a small hole has been drilled.

I remove all of my clothes and put leather cuffs on my wrists. I take a spreader bar that is about 1 foot wide and tie a long length of string to the center of the bar.

I pour a glass of red wine and put it on the tray. I attach the spreader bar to my wrists and pick up the tray. I carry the tray into the room where my wife is comfortably waiting in her chair with her feet on the ottoman and reading her book.

“Thank you” she says. “You may place the tray on the table”. I do as she says. Without being asked I get on a step stool and feed the string that is attached to the spreader bar through the eye hook in the ceiling. The string is long enough to almost touch the floor.

My wife places a bookmark in her book and sets it down. She stands up and walks around me. She puts the step stool away and then takes the loose end of the string and feeds it through the hole in the tray. “Arms up” she says and the reach my arms straight up.

She then ties the string to the tray making sure there in no slack. Now, if I lower my arms even a little the tray will tip and the glass of wine will spill. It is as if I am in tight bondage but really nothing is securing me except my desire (any my wife’s expectations) to not spill the wine.

She stands back to admire me then as she goes to sit down to read her book and drink her wine she walks behind me and give me a loving pat on my butt. “Now be a good boy and let me read my book and enjoy my wine. I don’t want to be distracted.”

She sits down, opens her book and beings to read. Every few minutes she takes the glass from the tray and takes a sip. Occasionally, she looks up at me and makes a little smirk.

My arms start to ache but I concentrate very hard on not pulling on the string. Sometimes, she gets very wrapped up in her book and takes a long time to drink the last sip of wine.

Once she has finished she picks up the glass and stands up. She picks up the tray and unties the string from it but I don’t dare lower my arms just yet.

She takes one last look at me and smiles. “OK, you can put your arms down now” she says. I lower them but I am careful not to sigh in relief to much or complain about my aching arms and back. “I’m going to read some more” she says and I leave.

Well, my favorite fantasy is to be the only male submissive at an all ladies party and to be used and abused by the ladies there, including use of a cattle prod. Then later put in my bondage gear and the ladies take turns sitting on my face and forcing me to perform. If it only could happen.

Well I´m into books, so that may be why I´ve created a long story with a kind of literary alter ego for me, a submissive young man. I´ve been writing and rewriting the stuff for about ten years now, toning down the purely sadistic bits somewhat and developing more of a psychological angle. I must say I was really shocked when I read some (okay, many) of Richard´s fantasies and feelings here because they matched so closely with what I´d created… from beatings and bondage to humiliation and whatever. The funny bit is I really can´t realize these things, not only because they´re basically impossible in their entirety, but because I´m a girl. Beats me why I´ve got this kind of fantasy - I´m definitely not in the least dominant, and I´m definitely happy being a woman.

Some sadists say the desire to inflict pain comes to them without any accompanying desire to dominant the person: just hurt them.

My fatasy and dream comes from a little reality…

I want to own my husband, everything he was, is and will be.

The reality part, is he will and does do anything for me. He loves to spoil me. You can see the physical happiness in him when he does. He loves to cook for me, do a bit of cleaning here and there, does the dishes and tells me to go put my feet up. Friends ask where did I find him, does he have a brother, lol. On occassion I’ll make a comment about something put in the wrong place & he’ll reply ‘yes Miss’ - I know its in jest, but how I long for that to be our norm.

In bed, I’ll pull his head to make him suck and lick my nipples (God I love that!), and even man handle him to make him lie in a certain way so he can lick and suck on one nipple, fondle the other breast AND have his hand between my legs all at the same time - and he will let me do it too. He can sometimes be a total puppet for me to put where I want him.

I was to see him come home from work and get changed into whatever I have laid out for him. To wear his collar and cuffs for me. I want him to sit on the floor, eat his meal from a dogs bowl. I want him to ask permission to use the bathroom, to even be allowed to sleep in my bed.

He will accept any and all punishments, and he will love it when I tell him I want to watch TV, as I lay across the sofa, with his head between my legs as he sits on the floor and he will lick and lap at my pussy as I watch TV - he will not make me cum though unless I order it. I just love his tongue down there! He will wear his chastity belt and as I love his tongue so much, his dick will remain locked unless I say so and need it. His only pleasure will be pleasuring me!

But the fun part doesn’t come from sitting there and discussing it with him - no, no. My plan, would be to slowly and surely turn him into my little subby. I’d stop asking for things and just take. Tell him to do this and that - just smaller things to start and ease him into it… basically brainwashing him.

Ahhh, if only…

I want to be taken to a womens apt,drugged and wake up installed in her homemade toilet and permenently use by her and her girl friends as a fixture.

All my life I have longed to be a total slave to a dominant woman or group of women who daily take delight in a nearly nonstop onslaught of extreme sexual abuse on my person. Each day begins with me being bound underneath their toilet seat and forced to consume any wastes, liquid and solid as they pour out of the orifices. To ensure that I satisfactorily accomplish this, one domme is always posted between my legs with her fingers gripping my cock and balls, squeezing and slapping as needed to ensure full and enthusiastic compliance on my part. Often, a domme will elect to sit directly on my face and force her shit out into my mouth and up into her ass crack, then make me lick her asscheeks clean and swallow everything. Likewise, I’m forced during the day and night at any moment to apply my open mouth to any proffered cunt to gulp and totally consume a load of hot piss.
Frequent genital whippings, extreme cock and ball torture, including piercing and electro torture would be an ongoing part of each day, and interjected would be whippings, paddlings, spankings, plus savage and prolonged asshole rape, fisting, and rough deep insertions of huge dildos, vegetables and other objects calculated to cause great pain and stretching of my anal tissues. I would frequently be placed underneath a female sub/slave in 69 position with my cock in her mouth and my mouth opened wide over her cunt. Then her lips would be sutured to the flesh around the base of my cock, and my lips would be sutured to her cunt lips. Our nipples would be sutured together then so that any movement by either one of us would result in severe pain to the sutured tissues.
My wrists are then bound to her ankles, her wrists to my ankles, and spreader bars affixed to hold our limbs wide apart. Next, males slaves would be brought in to ass rape the girl while the dommes take turns doing my ass with their fists and strapons. After several of the male slaves have ejaculated into the female slave’s asshole, their combined cum and her shit begin leaking out, running down her ass crack and into my mouth, seeping between our sewn together lips. Each time a domme pulls out of my asshole, their strapon or fist is wiped clean on the female slaves face and the male slaves wipe their cocks clean on my face. Naturally all the pumping in and out at our assholes makes for a lot of movement and severe pain in our sewn together parts. During all of this, other dommes are alternating in whipping, paddling and electro torturing each of us at unexpected times and places on our bodies so that we are constantly jerking, convulsing, and moaning with pain and terror. This torture scene goes on for hours, and occasionally the female slave and I are flipped over so she is underneath me, exposing my back and ass to the whips and paddles. When we are both pushed to utter exhaustion and about to pass out from the extremities of our tortures, each of us is filled with a full gallon enema of saved up piss laced with lots of lemon juice to induce severe cramping. Then our assholes are securely plugged and we are left to suffer for another hour, at which time we are placed in an inflatable wading pool, our ass plugs are removed and a replaced with short flexible plastic tubes which are inserted between the sutures into our mouths and the enemas released. Our instructions are to swallow everything we can, and since that proves to be impossible due to the force and fury with which the enemas are expelled, we find ourselves wallowing helplessly in an increasing depth of our own liquid wastes where we are left for the next few hours, relieved only by those of our tormenters who choose to come piss on us, shit on us, spit on us, jeer at us and humiliate us by naming us as filthsluts and human toilets.

If anyone reading this fantasy/craving wishes to help me fulfill any part(s) of it or to correspond with fantasies/desires of their own please feel free to get back to me at bd_masterson@hotmail.com

I found this site while doing a Google image search for male BDSM, read through some of the fantasies, and figured I’d post mine.

My ideal fantasy revolves around latching a scantily clad man stomach-down to a large piece of wood, perhaps even having him hugging a wide tree stump or log. The parts of him that are covered would be in latex, except for the penis enclosure, which wouldn’t allow him to be fully erect (you all know the kind). He would wear a blindfold and a metal dental spreader to hold his mouth open. In this state, I would rub my vaginal area, mouth, and erect nipples on all parts of him, with intermittent periods of choking him with one arm while petting his hair with my free hand, kissing him on the forehead and licking his eyebrows. His mouth would become dry and I would throw glasses of water in his face and listen to him coughing and choking on it.

I will say, the “farm boy” fantasies are really great and inspired me.