My Supreme BDSM Fantasy
» Worship & ecstasy
Reckless language: I’m not sure this is my “supreme” fantasy. This note was meant to more explore the tension between plausibility and nutty cravings in my fantasy life and to explain some non-obvious qualities that I thought I might get from certain experiences.
My BDSM fantasies progressed through stages.
At first fragmentary images of being controlled, bound, hurt (with more of the last as time went on). Eventually they became brief playlets of a haughty torturer. Lastly came my more extended private stories of being trapped on an island with a heartless torturer.
That I found myself on an island deserted but for the two of us was part of the ‘realism’ that has on and off made fantasizing complicated for me: I need pretexts and clarity before I could feel really involved in my masturbatory dreams.
Once I learned about BDSM: consensual slavery and S&M that became the context of most of my fantasies. Several years ago when my masochism asserted itself strongly I mostly thought in terms of giving myself to an Owner knowing full well the consequences.
This culminated in what became my most frequent pre-Alexandra fantasy.
To a degree it was surprisingly rational. It was of someone I’d been involved with, seeing and serving for some time. We consciously decided to test the limits, to take risks.
It took place on a farm, ranch, some sort of isolated place where we wouldn’t be disturbed and there was plenty of room.
It lasted a weekend, a week, two weeks: typical masochistic extremism fought with the desire to keep it on some level plausible.
For the duration my Owner would be unfailingly cruel, capricious, heartless, mean. The goal to would be to explore the harshest subjugation and press at my boundaries for enduring humiliation and pain.
Except for the context of deliberate mutual decision to explore the extremes it is pretty typical masochistic cravings.
Earlier I’ve written of my on and off wishes to experience (sane and limited) food and sleep deprivation.
Why?
For much the same reason my young self once wolfed down hallucinogens. To step outside normal cognitive experience. To take my mind to an unconventional space. And to know ecstasy.
For me BDSM is many things. Hedonism. Deep enjoyment of another.
And to cross boundaries and go to places in my heart I can only dimly guess at.
Not that I expect to have the experience outlined above.
Comments
My toy envisions his Mistress usually in BITCH mode …..to be unpredictable
Mistress will sneak up on him as he comes inside and do a rape-play with her toy…..she will kick him in the back of the knee knocking him down…throw a pillow case over his head(with air holes) and after play/raping him leave him in a heap on the floor for a set time…then Mistress will return to “rescue ” him…after she checks him over and makes sure everything still works ..she gose back into bitch mode as to explain how careless he was to allow the rape to happen etc etc etc it is a awsome session and Mistress always makes sure the scene always ends with “appreciation time !!!”
Posted by: Mistress Jonie | November 19, 2005 3:04 AM
My dream is to have lived in the ancient times as a personal slave of a dominant Roman patrice. I would fan her, assist her when she takes her dayly bath, rub her skin with cream. Then I would comb her hair and paint her toes. If any of her orders were misunderstood by me, she would have me whipped. She would watch the punishment, countin the lashes. When the whipping were over I would kneel down in front of her to kiss the soles of her bare feet.
Posted by: Roman male slave | December 13, 2005 6:19 PM
Funny you should mention that. I’ve been watching some old sword and sandal movies and it often strikes me how the haughty women in them fit the Domme image.
Posted by: Richard | December 13, 2005 6:30 PM
It is so fine to find a slave who would worship his mistress as in ancient times. roman male slave can easily been changed in egyptian slave. Any way, he is welcome at My divine court. Madeleine
Posted by: Madeleine | July 8, 2006 8:36 AM
I can see how the glamour of a historical setting can enhance the fantasy, add beauty.
Since slavery was literally true: some people were just property there wasn’t any eroticizing of it that I recall reading about. Slaves were too unimportant for the most part to even be noticed and the power so total and a social and political given that it wasn’t more noticeable than breathing air.
From Egypt one real practice that I read about I found very arousing. The Pharaoh’s ministers sometimes had to follow him; kissing the ground his foot had touched.
Whatever works for your imagination is what matters.
Posted by: Richard | July 8, 2006 3:37 PM
I dream about beeing a slave to my mistress which will humilate me and treat me like a dog . i dream about getting on my knees begging to lick her toes
Posted by: mamdouh | July 23, 2006 2:13 PM
Fascination with ancient slavery has been around as long as literature. Pierre Louys’ “Aphrodite” is one of the great classics of this genre — as I’m sure Richard knows. Waltari wrote a novel called, I think, “The Slave” about an Egyptian slave that is thrilling as well as frightening. They are comparable to Norman’s Gor series and Anne Rice’s (A.N. Roquelare) Beauty series (which is top-shelf great!). “Venus in Furs,” of course, too, but stilted.
There’s even some good stuff on the internet, but it’s like finding the proverbial needle in the haystack.
Posted by: bootlicker | June 10, 2011 3:19 PM