Fantasies.

[ammre]

This thread has probably been done many times over... but i haven't seen it myself so i'm asking...
What is your ultimate BSDM fantasy
Has it happened?
Was it as good as the fantasy?
Has it given you wilder fantasies?
(Also as asked by NemoAlia
does your fantasy align with your real-life desires?
Or are the two somehow separate?
Etc...

Mine: well it's fairly simple to envision just the typical girl kneeling arms bound behind back, willing to give her love a total relief from all frustrations..... I'm sure i could detail it perfectly if i tried but i have yet to... It's almost like a dream in my mind where you can feel the mood and the passion but you can't tell the details... but I know it involves the smooth skin on my back and the fall of a stinging lash. yeah. It hasn't happened yet... but i hope someday...

SO i repeat:

What is your ultimate BSDM fantasy
Has it happened?
Was it as good as the fantasy?
Has it given you wilder fantasies?
(Also as asked by NemoAlia
does your fantasy align with your real-life desires?
Or are the two somehow separate?
Etc...

 

[NemoAlia]

If I may add another question to ammre's great list, does your fantasy align with your real-life desires? Or are the two somehow separate?

 

[psiberzerker]

I've answered a similar question, but I don't see how this invalidates this one. All we're here to do is talk about BDSM, real, or imagined.
In answer to NemoAlia's amendment, I usually fantasize about the things I can't do in real life because I've already done most of the things I used to fantasize about. In my head, I can be a woman, or something less possible. I can do things I would never actually do, or have them done to me. I can switch between top and bottom by simply changing the point of view.
As for fantasy versus reality, there's really no comparison. SUre, you can do anything, be anything in your dreams, but it lacks the snap, and sizzle of reality. Besides, fantasy rarely if ever surprizes you. I'd rather real life, but fantasy suffices when life isn't moving all that fast.

 

[Richard49]

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[Azalea]

I suppose my favorite fantasy of this type would involve my Master giving me to his best friend, watching me service him to the best of my ability, treating him with the same care and attention that I do him. And then, rewarding me by making love to me over and over again, overwhelmed with affection because i had done such an excellent job of pleasuring his friend.

Another would be for me to kneel and offer my back to his lash, feeling that the pain he was inflicting on my back somehow heightened his pleasure. After the lashing he of course gently takes me into his bed and mounts me, thanking me for my willingness to take whatever ne needs to give me.

I am afraid those are rather basic, over-familiar scenarios, but to me they are fiercely arousing.

 

[MWG]

Mine would be a gang of masters, doing with me what they wished, parading me around for each other almost like a toy or a new pet.

 

[matl]

hey ammre

your fanyasy sounds a lot like my wifes. here are some picks of it. let me know what you think. https://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?s=&threadid=79746

 

[krrlaf]

Fantasies

As I get older, I think it's more and more important to live out your fantasies. Mine usually involve being naked in the presence of clothed women (CFNM if you must) and masturbating to their instructions. This all started when I lost a bet to a friend, and had to strip and masturbate while she and my girlfriend watched.

My current girlfriend (Mistress?) indulges me by leaving messages instructing me to take my clothes off, lock myself outside the house and masturbate in the yard until she comes home. On one memorable occasion she out of bed early to go horseriding, but got me up too and drove me naked to the stables where I had to stand in the middle of the field wanking in daylight while she practised.

The reason I think it is imprtant to try and live your fantasies is that, ten years ao, we met a friend for a quick drink. She was on her way to a hen party and was complaining that they couldn't afford a male stripper. My services were offered for free, and I turned it down for fear of what our friend might think. What a prat! Turning down the opportunity to be naked in a room full of women.

 

[Guest]

 

[slvjenn]

i have so many i don't even know where to start....

I started a story about my latest over the weekend, but as usual, it didn't get finished.

I have started stories about a few dozen of my fantasies. However few ever reach completion. I think it has to do with the submissive side of me that has no idea where it will end and no knowledge of where it might go...

The idea behind this one is that there was a friend of his a few steps behind him. When I was turned around I was unknowingly standing in front of said friend...naked and totally exposed.

The Yankees had won and I was getting ready for bed. Master wasn’t home yet, but I expected him any minute. I was feeling “in the mood” and as I got undressed I decided I’d meet him with a present at the door when I heard him coming in.

I removed my panties and bra, but left my jersey on. It was long enough that it covered me enough to walk around the house comfortably. Having no panties made me feel somewhat vulnerable for whatever reason, but that was just what I was looking for.

I was about to get a drink while I waited, but heard his key being slid into the door. I walked quickly to meet him as he opened it.

“They won Master!” I shouted through a huge playful grin.

Master just smiled at me as I took his hand and pulled him through the door. His feet had barely hit the carpet before I was kissing him. It was deep and slow, I knew right away that he hadn’t had too much to drink and that made me even happier. We kissed with the door open not caring that any passerby could look in.

As we kissed I felt his hands lifting my shirt and his hands gently feeling their way towards my breasts. I smiled and giggled into his kiss as he turned me around. I felt him pulling away and the kiss finally ended. I looked into my master’s eyes excited in more than one way.

He reached over my shoulder and slammed the door shut. I smiled again as I began to unbutton my jersey. He watched as button, by button it opened. Once to the bottom it hung loosely on my shoulders.

Without saying a word he used a single finger on each hand to lift it off of it’s resting place and allow gravity to have its way. The jersey landed on the floor with that soft crumpling sound only clothes make.

I slowly fell to my knees. I looked straight with my head, but up at him with my eyes. He just watched me not saying a word.

“May I suck your cock master?” I asked timidly.
“I don’t think that would be a good idea sweetie” He said softly.
“Oh please, I’ve been looking forward to feeling you fill my mouth all evening.” I pleaded.

Master let out a small laugh and took my hand, lifting me to my feet.

“Put your hands behind your back” He told me.
“Good, now close your eyes.” Was his next command.

I loved these mental bondage games so much and I felt my excitement escalating. I did what I was told without hesitation loving to just do what I was told.

“OK, turn around, but keep your eyes shut. No peeking.” He said almost playfully.

Once I was facing the doorway I felt him moving quickly in the room. After only a few seconds I felt one of our blindfolds being placed over my eyes. I was almost disappointed. I liked having to think about keeping my eyes closed for him. I’d rather the blindfold be his command than any mask.

 

[Vikingboy]

Fantasies in Stories

I guess that my fantasies become my posted stories. One of my favorites right now is taking my submissive on a camping trip with, as we say in our medieval recreation group, "10,000 of our closest friends" and dominating her in semi-public. Having her, spanking and flogging her, taking her, making her beg for her release, while people roam about outside our tent would be a real rush.

It may be vanilla to some of you, but there it is.