Your Deepest Fantasy

i have always wanted to be treated just like a dog: collar, leash, food, toys and of course the discipline i dont know what it is but being told to beg by a mistress while being at the receving end of the leash always gets me right in the sweet spot..lol

It can be deeply touching to act as her pet. Originally I’d imagined it only harshly but as I’ve learned with Alexandra there can be a wonderfully wide range of responses.

Probably my most extatic fantasy is extreme objectification and trampling someone who would find it very exciting, using a proper trampling setup probably found in fetish clubs so that I could operate within his comfort zone without having to worry about balance and other issues.

Sometimes there is a hole so that my heels dig into his skin, sometimes it’s covered over so that my weight pushes down on the whole board, flattening him. Ideally there is a small hole so he can watch me from the vantage point of an insignificant ant.

Disbelief must be sustained for the fantasy to really work, so an effort has to be made to keep it spontaneous and not contrived - this is my problem with a lot of contempory crush and trample fetish productions. In fairness I think there are certain things that work for me and that is my unique take on this fantasy.

I like to wear clothes that are sensual and revealing. The more raw sexual attraction there is, the more intensely he wants to feel his insignificance in my wake.

Finally, the location of the human floor is vitally important. Ideally it needs to be somewhere where I have plenty of reasons to cross or stand at.

I know orgasm denial has been mentioned on this site before, but I’m not sure if combining it with cuckolding has ever been mentioned. It’s been my “Deepest Fantasy,” so here goes…

My wife and I love each other, and we’ve been looking for something to spike up our sex life. I always wanted her to control and deny me, while she wanted to make passionate, soft love. While neither of us enjoyed the others desire, we decided to “meet” and work together on this.

I am now effectively locked up in a CB2000 cage and am under my wife’s control. The only “sex” i get to have is oral and pleasuring my wife. She, basically, “controls” me.

My wife, on the other hand,has options. She can get her satisfaction whereever and with whomever (a “safe” partner)she wishes, provided she keeps me in the loop regarding her activities. This means casually mentioned her satisfaction or “getting in my face” and letting me know while I’m painfully caged.

I assume all of this may seem outrageous or cruel, but there are also “safe words” and promises of discussion if one of us feels uncomfortable.

Does anyone else experience this fantasy?

There seem to be many people who are interested in cuckoldry. And sites devoted to it.

While infidelity is outside my emotional range I’ve read reports by several people who practice cuckolding. This is one of those areas where it is difficult to know whether you are reading fact or fiction.

Some men seem to actually enjoy it. Some others have almost seen their marriage end. Since some people stop writing about it when things start to fall apart you never read the final outcome.

A scenerio: My master has tied most uncomfortably. My arms are suspended by wrists so high I can barely touch the floor. A high collar keeps my chin high. A tight corset makes my breathing shallow and rapid.

He explains that he intends to tease me to the brink of cuming and that then he will stop and wait for tingling between my legs to subside before he punishes me. The punishment will be light, merely a spanking. Then he will tie slightly less uncomfortably and tease me to the brink again. This time the punishment that follows will be worse. This will go on and on until the bondage is luxurious but the punishment to follow brutal. Maybe in the end he will let me come.

For me, my deepest fantasy is to be humiliated and punished infront of a group of very posh women dressed up to the nines,such as Ascot women. Maybe I would be used as ‘after dinner entertainment’ for them. This would include being tied down spread eagled on a table (naked except for a pair of nylon pop socks which the women torturers have forced me to put on)in front of them. I would have my privies firmly bondaged and teased for their amusement with a sock, and also have my feet whipped.

I have experienced this to a slight degree when I visited a domme who did most of it for me and let me put up pictures of ascot ladies I found in newspapers and mags. The session was OK but to be honest, didn’t quite do it for me.

I find finely dressed ladies in groups very facsinating and mysterious. Would they have compassion for me? I would want them to, but the biggest part of the fantasy is - they couldn’t care less!

My ultimate fantasy starts on a stage, with a small audience, with suitable lighting and music. It starts with me having to undress and submit myself to the person(s) who will be working on me. First come the discomfort devices - the hood, CBT equipment, nipple clamps, butt plug and Hot and Icy smearedon my cock and balls. Maybe they will pierce my nipples with long needles? They then secure me in a standing position, arms above my head, so that both back and front of my body are available - the spotlight will burn down so I can’t see the audience - but I know they’re there. Then the audience is informed that it is my wish that I am punished with whips, canes and other devices until I lose consciouness. I expect to be bleeding from the wounds. The audience is sometimes invited to participate. In my fantasy I stay very erect despite various devices attached to my cock and balls and the audience make sure I stay that way. The whole act is carried out over a couple of hours. Maybe one day I can get somewhere near it!

after the lovimg whipping of halloween, black and blue things must rise up! my cock did and the woman with the crop found a beautiful way to keep it there. cockwhipping after the slaps to the face and the grade school palm belts we just grinned and were so surprised at how easy we came together. we both went from zero (what?) to fucking blood and bruising and hurt and, booth ways. she likes a good ass whipping but she was the horse rider and damned great with a crop!\ i miss it 1111111