Bondage Dreams
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One of the ways in which my imagination sometimes gets too fevered is with bondage.
It starts out so innocently. You imagine being handcuffed or (me) chained.
Slowly you ratchet it up: the chains link your wrists, ankles, neck and genitals. What slavish guy wouldn’t enjoy being thus confined? (Yum!)
You see yourself in a humbler. Then a humbler while your testicles and neck are leashed so that if you have to lift your head there’s a tug at that tender spot. (Yum!)
Hmm … I don’t seem to be making any progress here.
OK: you are one of those guys who imagine your body suspended from the ceiling by your balls. (Heck, even I’m not that crazy.)
You imagine yourself caged. The image is so dreamy you can imagine curling up and falling asleep for the night (ignoring perhaps the need to go to the toilet - or you’ve come up with a horrible solution or two).
The cage becomes a box. The night becomes a week. Far off on the dark end not only are you trapped among your own wastes your owner ads her or his own. Now we are in the land of demented dreams.
I’ve been there in my dreams including a little cubical made of chicken wire. Or this favorite: a tiny cell buried in a cement floor.
Often nowadays my imagination backs off and I see myself spending my nights in an almost roomy dog run. Or confined by neck collar and left to sleep on the bathroom floor. You get the discomfort but a way of keeping things clean.
So it goes with many of my old fantasies. I try to imagine a way to hold onto them. Some ways to maybe live a few of them. But without grossing out Alexandra or asking for more than I can handle.
Watching my pervy daydreams try to incorporate reality - however feebly - has one of the most interesting parts of engaging in D/s with someone I love. I have, as it were, a responsibility to make them at least seemingly plausible. Even if we’ll never try them.
As fond as I have been of imagining being bound in a filthy pit and having piss rain down on and off for several hours it is best my mind take me to acts more likely to be performed.
I’m not working on this internal restraint. It seems to be evolving naturally.
Not that I’ll be too upset if she should confront me with something a bit weird and amazing.
Comments
Like I said it seems to work for you so that’s the main thing. As a couple we can only go so quickly and if I were to do something very crazy and sadistic to be honest I don’t know how it would affect you, or even me. I know you appreciate that.
Given that I went through a phase long ago of having execution fantasies which even kinda weirded me out, I can relate to these unreachable extremes. I often enjoy surreal fantasies that couldn’t even happen in real life.
I am also having less far-out fantasies these days and generally (emphasis on generally) I prefer it since I like sexuality as a process rather than an event that lasts as long as ‘bang’ or ‘poot’ or whatever sound you associate with it.
Posted by: Alexandra | March 3, 2006 8:08 PM
I think of our relationship a a process - in a way - it is also a love story so it is an undying event as beauty.
But I do think certain acts my have an endpoint. Or at least a conclusion at which they may be redefined. But they are but one little detail.
Some acts.
I cannot ever imagine my pleasure in being your humble “putty pet” ever ending. In my heart it is a place where we can be forever happy, though maybe in different ways on different days.
I do so very much love you!
Posted by: Richard | March 3, 2006 8:18 PM