BDSM Fantasies

[MsWorthy]

What do you fantasize about?

Share your bdsm fantasies.

Whether they would translate irl or not,
Whether you would actually do them irl or not,
No matter how mild or extreme.

What do you fantasize about?

~give us a peek into your twisted mind, you never know who might have the same fantasy you do~

 

[WriterDom]

I either relive moments or project potential partners into scenes. Nothing really worth elaborating on. I could sit down and create one probably, but I just don't have interesting fantasies. I'm sure someone will share one.

 

[zipman]

One of many fantasies!!

Fantasies, whether living them out or not are one of my favorite ways of passing the time when I am traveling or waiting on a line. Of course, I usually get so turned on that I have to then walk around with a huge erection.

As for a fantasy...

I often fantasize about going up to a cute petite younger woman, probably 18 or 19 and starting a conversation with her in a crowded public place. After chatting with her, I begin to pick up on some very submissive "signals" that she is putting out. I can tell that she doesn't even realize her propensity for submission. As we speak, I slowly become more authoritative with her, and watch with amusement as she slowly begins to accept my dominance.

I then would slowly touch her upper arm, seeing if that set off an alarm. After submitting to my holding her tender upper arm, I continue to speak with her, telling her how she is feeling about speaking to me. I point out that I am touching her arm, and then I tell her I am going to touch her in other places. She protests immediately, but I ajust calmly and rationally explain to her why she is going to let me do what I want. I point out how quick she is breathing, as well as some of the other visible signs of her excitement. I ask her if she would rathter I just walk away, or if she wants to live on the edge, as a purely sexual being, and experience something so erotic that she will be masturbating about it for years. I lean forward and slowly touch the side of her breast as I whisper in her ear, telling her how wet I know she is becoming.

The fantasy goes on, but I think I went into a lot more detail than I was supposed to.

Oooops sorry!

 

[boz]

Nope, more detail is fine with me at least

More, more

 

[MsWorthy]

Detail is great, Zipman. You may give inspiration to others.

 

[Lancecastor]

I think words are powerful things.

I use them for fun, profit, persuasion, seduction, romance...everything, depending on my needs and desires, which, of course, vary.

But I also think words are rough approximators....symbols...for feelings and the unspoken generally.

I've found over the years that I sometimes connect with people at a nonverbal level, regardless of distance or *relationship*....much in the same way as the erotic dream a poster had recently that seemed verrrry real...a connection I've shared with a few women over the years myself.

So, my most deeply held bdsm fantasies involve being able to dominate a woman through simple thought.

This becomes an interesting pastime in, for example, corporate meetings when thinking about a woman across the table to see if I can get her to receive thoughts of being bound and blindfolded for orgasm edge play. Seeing hardening nipples, a slight flush, hearing an uncharacteristic stammer or watching dropped notes in the process...is fascinating stuff.

Just another way of connecting to that which our human vessels, with their undeveloped receptors, ordinarily cannot receive or transmit....as I think there is lots more out there than our standard systems can sense.

Wind that back into the things I might whisper in your ear at a cocktail party....and it's fun for everyone.

Or at least, for me.

Cheers;
Lance

 

[A Desert Rose]

lovely fantasy

Nice fantasy, Mr. Zipman. I love the gentle, subtle persuasion a Dom uses on my head. I think most women and subs especially, like that. Nothing more erotic for me, especially at the beginning of a romance, than some fun, playful and intelligent "head games."

 

[zipman]

Re: lovely fantasy

Nice fantasy, Mr. Zipman. I love the gentle, subtle persuasion a Dom uses on my head. I think most women and subs especially, like that. Nothing more erotic for me, especially at the beginning of a romance, than some fun, playful and intelligent "head games."

Thanks Desert Rose,

I have been meaning to write and post my first story up here on Lit. What do you think?

 

[A Desert Rose]

Re: Re: lovely fantasy

Thanks Desert Rose,

I have been meaning to write and post my first story up here on Lit. What do you think?



I say a resounding YES! I have written 2 stories, not posted them, however, my poem was posted yesterday. I was/am very excited about that.
YES YES YES do it Mr. Zip!! you have a great imagination.

 

[WillowPuss]

Re: Re: lovely fantasy

Thanks Desert Rose,

I have been meaning to write and post my first story up here on Lit. What do you think?

If I may interject?

PLEASEEEEEEEEEE do write it!
If that is just a taste of what is to come .....

 

[zipman]

Re: Re: Re: lovely fantasy

If I may interject?

PLEASEEEEEEEEEE do write it!
If that is just a taste of what is to come .....

Considering that two lovely ladies have requested it, I will begin it soon, and I promise a great deal more detail.

I only ask that you let me know the psychological and physiological reactions that you have to it!
In other words, I want to know how hot and wet it makes you!

 

[A Desert Rose]

mmmmmm yes.....

"Oh yes, Mr. Zipman," she purred. "Bring it on." She smiled and winked. A little giggle erupted and she gave him her best come-hither gaze from under dark smoldering eyes......

Would love to keep you posted on the effect your endeavors have on me. (another giggle.)

Ok, on a serious note... Artful sent me some good information last night about posting our work, etc. He was very helpful and I have that info, as does he, of course.
My poem is under Erotic Poetry and titled The Longing, under this name (A Desert Rose), in the event you are interested in reading it.

 

[zipman]

Re: mmmmmm yes.....

"Oh yes, Mr. Zipman," she purred. "Bring it on." She smiled and winked. A little giggle erupted and she gave him her best come-hither gaze from under dark smoldering eyes......

Would love to keep you posted on the effect your endeavors have on me. (another giggle.)

Ok, on a serious note... Artful sent me some good information last night about posting our work, etc. He was very helpful and I have that info, as does he, of course.
My poem is under Erotic Poetry and titled The Longing, under this name (A Desert Rose), in the event you are interested in reading it.

Hey,


I would love the info that Art passed on to you. BTW, I just read your poem and it is beautiful!!

 

[Desdemona]

Re: Re: lovely fantasy

Thanks Desert Rose,

I have been meaning to write and post my first story up here on Lit. What do you think?

I'd love to see you post your story. I see lots of potential from this small taste. More please.

 

[A Desert Rose]

Thank your for taking the time to read it. It is most exciting to see it on the page. Can't wait for you to do the same. I think you have lots of potential. (a wink and a nod) let me know if that PM worked too, please.

 

[zipman]

Re: Re: Re: lovely fantasy

I'd love to see you post your story. I see lots of potential from this small taste. More please.

And how could any man refuse a request from the Duchess of Decadence?

I will begin work tonight, but it may take me a few days to get it done.

 

[zipman]

An apology to MsWorthy

I do seem to have taken your thread in the wrong direction, and by no means willfully or intentionally hijacked it to be about my writing.

However, if you would accept my apology, I will try and right the wrong so to speak by providing another fantasy of mine, more in line with what you were looking for.

This fantasy is about forcing a very straight-laced and vanilla woman to make love to another woman. In the fantasy, she does not want to do it, and is being blackmailed into it. She is hesitant at first, and extremely reluctant. She probably would be crying at the shame of having to do this. However, somewhere during the exchange, she becomes aroused. I would step in when I thought this was happening and make them stop. I would make her touch her pussy and show me the wetness, exposing her lust. I would then make them resume their lovemaking, enjoying it as she lets go and enjoys the experience.

My apologies again MsWorthy

 

[Desdemona]

my last hijack post to this nice thread

And how could any man refuse a request from the Duchess of Decadence?
B]Stranger things have happened.

I will begin work tonight, but it may take me a few days to get it done. [/B]

[ I look forward to reading it.

 

[Quint]

T has invited his long-time female friend J over for dinner, and I am to wait upon them. I've been readying the house and myself all day, and so when evening comes around I am shaved, oiled, and "dressed" in filmy scarves, draped to intrigue rather than conceal. Candles and lamps hidden behind pillows create soft circles of light around the apartment and there is sweet violin music playing from somewhere.

The door opens and T enters, escorting J by the arm like the gentleman he can be and speaking animatedly of some opera. I had been in the kitchen, putting the final touches on the meal, but I move to the door to be available if there is anything either of them want. This is the first time J has seen me, and she hides her surprised grin rather well. She had no idea what to expect, besides her knowledge of my relationship with T, and so I'm rather proud of her for keeping her cool.

T waves me away idly, still talking, and guides J to the table. She breaks from their topic long enough to comment on the interesting table; it is very tall and made of clear glass, supported by four black iron legs. There is no tablecloth and the dinnerware is set upon small islands of lace napkins. She teases him about having an insatiable urge to see her legs and they laugh. He glances at me at the end of the laugh, sharing his smile with me. I am silently waiting at attention, but I smile back.

They sit. Unasked, I go to the kitchen and bring out the first course, a slightly spicy soup made with sausage and fresh vegetables in a creamy broth. I pour the soup into their bowls, standing unobtrusively to the side so as to not interrupt their conversation. Nevertheless, the heat emanating from both of their bodies near mine is very tangible, and as I withdraw from J's side I hear her swallow audibly. Thinking, hmm, not quite as composed as I thought. Well, that's nice, I take the empty bowl of soup back to the kitchen and return to wait upon further needs.

The meal continues, the two laughing and chatting and enjoying themselves thoroughly. By association, I am happy, because I have aided in their pleasure. Sometime through the second course, a salad of tossed greens and almonds with a honey dijon dressing, T calls me over to the table.

"Dance."

I pause just long enough to gather the background music in my body, and then I begin to sway. Arms above my head, body not even pretending to be concealed by the translucent scarves that outline me in the firelight, I undulate back and forth. I close my eyes in the sheer pleasure of dancing. Rarely do I move my feet, and I always remain in clear peripheral vision of both of them. J keeps glancing over at me and has trouble keeping her mind on their conversation, which T continues as if nothing were amiss. Now I roll my hips a little faster, turning in place, arms twisting above my head. To me, nothing exists but the sweet, piercing violin and my body's instinctive response to it. It is almost a blow when T's voice enters my mind, telling me to stop. They have finished their salad and need the main course.

(This will be continued.)

 

[artful]

WD

I either relive moments or project potential partners into scenes. Nothing really worth elaborating on. I could sit down and create one probably, but I just don't have interesting fantasies. I'm sure someone will share one.

How interesting! You took the words right out of my mouth, except for having interesting fantasies myself. I am a self-professed voyeur, but not much of a peeping Tom.

I enjoy creating fantasies that I *THINK*, would make women ~HOT~HOT~HOT~!!! To ME,...seeing a woman lusting out of control is the BEST there is.
The situation could be many and varied,...the END result of accomplishing that goal is the reward.

 

[Quint]

I immediately stop dancing and turn to go to the kitchen; as I spin, I see J close her mouth hastily, trying to pretend she hadn't been staring. I allow myself pride as I bring out the main course--a lovely baked pasta dish with a rich meat sauce and lots of cheese--because, after all, I am doing exactly what T wanted me to. And it's lots of fun, too.

I serve both a generous portion of the pasta, and as I am returning to my usual position near the table, T catches my arm. Keeping his eyes on J's face, he says, "Service me."

Feeling a sudden rush of heat and excitement at his command, I fall to my knees, and now J sees the real reason behind the tall glass table. I crawl underneath it, unconcerned--although very aware--of the scarves pulling away from my oiled body, which is quite easily visible through the glass. T's pants are quickly unzipped and his cock pulled out. As I begin to suck on him, he casually asks J a question on the opera they'd been discussing earlier. Although I cannot see her, I can hear her blushing as she stammers some sort of response. I feel her eyes on me. T shows no sign that he's even aware of what I'm doing--well, besides the very obvious indication, which is currently in my mouth.

The conversation continues, with T of course leading it. J is almost totally reduced to a single need, unable to tear her eyes away from the sight of me sucking off my oblivious lover and Master, barely able to stifle the response to join me at his feet. I feel him shift and judge by her soft groan that he has touched her, perhaps her arm or her hand. He keeps it light, not even sexual, knowing that that would be almost anticlimactic. There is only a small pause when he stiffens and comes in my mouth, although surely some sign of it is on his face. Yes, she is breathing even faster; she knows what has just happened. I swallow quickly, maintaining my mouth's contact with him until his gentle hand on my head signals me to rise.

I stand and note the half-empty plates, the blush which I'd heard in her shaking voice, and T's almost-invisible smirk of satisfaction. He stands as well, and she instinctively follows his lead. She is a natural, after all. She does not expect what happens next: he leads her to the door.

"I had a lovely evening; thank you, my dear," he says to her, blithely unconcerned with her body's state of extreme arousal. She opens her mouth in outrage, pauses, and closes it again. T nods in approval. He watches as she leaves, closes the door, and turns to greet me with a smile.

 

[boz]

Another great fanatasy. Thanks Quint.

Somehow I find these more interesting than reading fantasies in the posted stories. Maybe because they come from a lit personality rather than an unknown writer.

Quint, what do you think J. would think of your fanatasy if she knew?

 

[Quint]

I've never met her, only heard of her from T. I know that if she were single she would probably react exactly as described, but she is engaged. I wouldn't want to compromise that relationship so this would be something I couldn't act out in real life with a clear conscience. *sighs forlornly*

Very glad you enjoyed that! I've been toying with the idea for a couple of days; I actually wanted to start a thread with this topic earlier in the week but I didn't have a coherent story yet.

I do agree that there is an added pleasure in reading a familiar person's thoughts. Perhaps a little voyeuristic? Like peeking through the girl-next-door's window as she flogs herself?

 

[confused20]

upon reflection

This isn’t so much a fantasy, as it is something I tend to reflect on a lot, and it always leaves me with a sense of longing…

I work as a waitress to put myself through college, and besides the everyday guys that come in with their SO, friends, or just by them selves--you know just the “average Joe”-- good men with all the pain/pleasure everyone gains through life-generally decent human beings…besides them, I always notice right off the really Dominant men.

However there seem to be at least two very different personalities I meet that come off this way-

First- the ones who are Big and Loud. The ones who expect you to drop everything your doing and give them your undivided attention. They can be charming if they want, but are rude more often than not. They are the ones who make unwanted and obscene passes at you and expect you to like it…the guys who will belittle the female gender to your face, and expect you to agree with them. These are the guys who will try to embarrass you on purpose, and who make really big scenes over the smallest detail, so that the whole room sees how stupid their waitress is. And they don’t believe in leaving tips.
The only reason I serve these guys instead of telling them to *F* off?
A)They would make a huge scene and get me fired
B)I don’t like embarrassment so I just try to keep them happy (same thing I do with five year olds who start throwing tantrums)
C)They can get Mean and Nasty

The second type of Guy I notice- This could be anyone…a construction worker, businessman, even a dad with his kids…but something about these men is just INTENSE. They order clearly and competently…they give you exact directions…they may or may not make small talk but they are always polite. The men exude confidence and calm Control. They forgive minor mistakes, and expect a prompt correction of major ones (I messed up one guys order, and he calmly explained why I should pay for it, AND his new order…and I did!…he then left a tip that paid for more than half his bill) These men may not be the best looking but they Definitely have all the female attention in the restaurant.
Why do I go out of my way to give them exceptional service?
It FEELS GOOD!
These men make it worth the while…they are the only reason I enjoy waitressing…you rarely ever hear a compliment from them…you don’t need to. You did your damndest to please them and your reward is their *nod* on the way out or (if I could only be so lucky more often) they SMILE.

I imagine these men would be excellent Doms (not all, but some I’m sure!) He would expect me to give everything…not becuz he was a bully, but becuz he demands it…and makes the rewards worthwhile…These men have my respect…and Rule all my fantasies!!!

Disclaimer-not meant to offend…I realize what attracts me to certain Men aren’t the characteristics others are looking for…also I hope no one takes offense at the generalizations- I know very well that every is an Individual.

 

[boz]

I do agree that there is an added pleasure in reading a familiar person's thoughts. Perhaps a little voyeuristic? Like peeking through the girl-next-door's window as she flogs herself?

Hmm, if the girl-next-door was flogging herself, I'd definitely be peeking.