BDSM dreams

Hmmm... now for me, I'd be getting into the true "sex slave" concept, who is sexually on call in whatever capacity for myself and anyone I care to share her with, and will do ANYTHING I wish.

No condoms, with multiple partners. Being able to fuck two women at the same time (going from one cunt to the other with alternating strokes), or switch-fuck (alternating cunt and arse), things like that. Fun! (but not SSC)

I suspect I can come pretty close to that in real life! But I wouldn't ignore the safety factors.
 
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Serious objectification and sens-dep.

I would, if I could do anything to another person with impunity, have a rubber doll or two maybe, a male and a female. The female might be a 24/7 puppy or pony, because I enjoy pets.

Both would have kennels/cages to retire to when I didn't have a use for them. Some other submissive soul with alpha tendencies would see to their care and feeding and I would simply enjoy them, much like a person with a truly expensive auto.

These beings would have no name. They would wear something that obscured their face at all times until I forgot what they looked like. They would be forbidden speech in increasing amounts until neither ever spoke. They would become largely passive holes, blank slates, bondage props, always dressed in nylons/latex/lycra/pony gear - whatever I feel makes a bottom more a featureless tabula rasa.

They would both be attractive fuckable specimines and would become a kind of high performance sex toy for my amusement.

I would use them at whim with others, dominant and submissive.

There is my creepy fascist zentai fantasy.
 
This has been niggling at me ever since I read it. Is it an impossible question? Or at least, a masturbatory one? The dream detached from an object of desire?

My first answer - ignoring these worries - is, it's a life I don't lead, that I ache for.

It's a story I could tell you. But I don't know if it's publishable.

Are these too unliteral to be proper replies?

patrick
 
Netzach said:
Serious objectification and sens-dep.

I would, if I could do anything to another person with impunity, have a rubber doll or two maybe, a male and a female. The female might be a 24/7 puppy or pony, because I enjoy pets.

Both would have kennels/cages to retire to when I didn't have a use for them. Some other submissive soul with alpha tendencies would see to their care and feeding and I would simply enjoy them, much like a person with a truly expensive auto.

These beings would have no name. They would wear something that obscured their face at all times until I forgot what they looked like. They would be forbidden speech in increasing amounts until neither ever spoke. They would become largely passive holes, blank slates, bondage props, always dressed in nylons/latex/lycra/pony gear - whatever I feel makes a bottom more a featureless tabula rasa.

They would both be attractive fuckable specimines and would become a kind of high performance sex toy for my amusement.

I would use them at whim with others, dominant and submissive.

There is my creepy fascist zentai fantasy.

This little bit of madness did not go unnoticed.

So , you objectify others, eh?

THought that was a male sin. *smirk*
 
rosco rathbone said:
This little bit of madness did not go unnoticed.

So , you objectify others, eh?

THought that was a male sin. *smirk*

I was just thinking about this the other day, and you KNOW I don't think that, or think that it's a sin, per se. Geez, what do I look like, Laura Kipnis?

I was thinking about the whole idea that ANY and all objectification is a kind of disenfranchisement.

Here I was lacing myself into something, which is almost as good as a sit down chat between my clit and my vibrator, and I was thinking about the pleasure of being objectified.

I was thinking about how, to be venerated, I'm objectified. About losing myself in the fetish. About being lost in the shuffle of someone else's fetishes, sublimated, as it were, but how that actually feels to me, like a very powerful state.

It actually functions the way degrading things that I could hold up under (ha ha!) used to feel, which we've discussed. (I say it was bottoming you say it was fake bottoming, same diff)
 
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