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Me being one of the captorsQuote:
Originally Posted by gagged_Louise
Tehe:) Been there done that!Quote:
Originally Posted by nightsilver
unreserved and total control, no limits, no safewords, and only my judgement to control the situation for an entire week.
At His beck and call, serving His needs and pleasures, letting go of my will and following His in all things...
I've actually gotten to live this fantasy for a week at a time...3 times. And it's still my #1 fantasy/reality. :)
To be completely His, 24/7
post orgasm torture !!!
To be trained and carefully prepared for auction and then sold to the highest bidder
(for the 250 page version see www.sviesfantasies.blogspot.com)
Completely vulnerable, legs spread w/ each tied to the desk legs in my office. Her hands tied at the wrist, pulled tight across my desk, stretching her out and forcing her up on her toes. A lovely pink ballgag pressing against her lips, a mirrored candydish catching her drool and reflection. My co-workers seated in chairs on each side of her as we discuss business, each admiring her tied body, each allowed to paddle her ass on the way out. My meetings have increased as has the redness on her ass and the wetness between her legs.
so many #1's, but today it's based on one of my fave pics
being intricately tied and secured to a bench on all fours
my ass being flogged by one man
my mouth filled by the other man
them rotating their needs
having to be gentle whilst being flogged/fucked/toyed with/spanked/nipples pinched
all the while pushing him further down my throat
i have this fantasy of having my Master tie me up and allowing whoever He wants to have sex with me over the course of say 24 hours.
To Bettina, greetings! This sounds like a story on Literotica you might enjoy, zack_w 's "Treed."Quote:
Originally Posted by Bettina
In one sentence, eh?
Shopping on the Street of Brands in a Gorean city, or the Slave Market of Imperial Rome, doing some _very_ detailed comparison shopping that doubles as foreplay should I win the auction and take one or more of these girls home.
One sentence...
Being blindfolded, bound and gagged in front of strangers, not knowing who, and being fucked till the cows come home!!!
Being kidnapped while walking, being tied up & blindfolded, so i can't see where i am being taken. Then when we get then being tied to the ceiling my feet, with my legs spread wide open, & my hands tied to my ankles. Still blindfolded, & every so often some one, my not know who or how many they are come in & rape one or all my holes. Sigh...
being punished, pushed to my limits, to tears by a loving mistress, then afterward being comforted and held by her.
handed over to a strange Master for correction, not knowing what will happen, only that i'm in for a very very hard time.
Total control with the person at my mercy, her every cry and word echoing forth as I take her at my whim however I wish whenever I wish.
I am sorry this will be more than one sentence. My Master ordered me to come here immediately and tell a story.
My fantasy would be going out for the evening with my husband. He has promised to take me to a new club. Once we enter the club I notice there is a small stage in the middle of the room surrounded by several men. There is a fishbowl on the stage full of scraps of paper.
My husband explains what type of club this is and orders me to go onto the stage and masturbate in front of the room full of men. I am to be sure everyone sees all of me.
When I am done and start to leave the stage my husband orders me to pull two slips of paper from the fishbowl. On the papers are the names of two men. Then men joins me on stage and ask me "how do I want to be fucked!"
I look at my husband thinking this is some sort of sick joke but he commands me to answer the question. As I cry I tell the men I would prefer to be on my hands and knees while one straddles me from behind and I go down on the other.
Eventually my tears subside and I become lost in the moment. Once they are finally done and leave the stage my husband asks me if I would like todo this again. Before my mind can think my mouth says yes and two new men begin to fuck me on the stage.
Finally they finish and I know I have had enough. I start to leave the stage but my husband grabs my hand and hold me on the stage. He orders me to grab three names from the fishbowl. I refuse so he draws the names for me. I cry in pain as three men are mounting me at once. I almost choke as my crying is making it difficult to breath.
After they finish my husband climbs onto the stage with the fishbowl in his hands. He stands above me and places his foot on my back assuring I can not get up but I am too tired and weak to get up even if he wasn't there.
Once again three names are drawn.
Names are drawn until every man in the room has had his turn with me. I am exhausted and covered with the cum of strangers when my husband finally says I am finished.
"Come slut" he says as I crawl naked out to our car but I am grossly sticky with the cum of a room full of strangers. My husband will not let me stain the upholstery of the car so he orders me to climb into the trunk.
I do as he commands. I am exhausted, humiliated and numb beyond belief. I begin to think of myself as a slut destined to be owned by any man.
Once we finally arrive home he will not let me enter the house. He does not want the smell of many other men enter his house. He turns on the garden hose and washes me down with it. He is washing me in the driveway with cold water just as if he were washing one of the cars.
I now know I am just a possesion that will be destined to perform at his commands.
I am so sory I wrote this long story here. I know it is not what the thread is about but I must make my master happy. I am trying to earn his respect. I want to be a slut destined to serve him in any manner he pleases.
confused one, very creative fantasy. Is this really something that you would like to happen in real life? After all, the thread was to speak to your #1 fantasy.
i want a male sub to do with my sadistic pleasure. beit needles, scalpels, weights. to have a dungeon some day with all the equipment i need and all the toys i fancy. to hav multiple slaves/roommates-playmates.. it goes on. but thats my dream.
Hmmm.... Twin girls, thin with C-D breast, 1 blond, 1 brunette, 18-20, no limits, total control, full spectrum of toys and implements of fun, and both hardcore masochist for a full week.;pant;
Being blackmailed into feminization, tied up helplessly and my virgin ass penetrated by a playful woman. :gag:
NO! the pain would be much too greatQuote:
Originally Posted by DesertDom
But if I were ever drunk enough and feeling loose enough who knows what might happen...
being dressed as a man and forced to go in and use the men's bathroom at a public placeQuote:
Originally Posted by samm
really? are you serious?? i have never come across a woman actually having something with cross-dressing herself, so mind me being surprised :)Quote:
Originally Posted by MissConfused
You've never heard of a woman cross-dressing before?
Look at all the movies made about it "Boys Don't Cry" starring Hilary Swank
and a Disney movie they made about a girl who pretended to be a boy so that she could play on the boy's soccer team
You think it is exciting to cross-dress
If you were ever caught in public dressed as a woman you would be arrested
But if I were ever caught in public wearing man's blue-jeans and a man's shirt no one would think it was strange
BUT if I were caught in the men's bathroom then people would think it strange
Favorite fantasy would be to be the owner of a brothel / dungeon in Mongkok, Hong Kong with twin Filipinas ( each 4'1 11'" and 95 lbs) as my assistants.
I worked in Hong Kong a few years back and visited a place like this.
Yes ok, but that is never in a sexually related atmosphere. Like do you actually get turned on doing it?Quote:
Originally Posted by MissConfused
But maybe we should continue this discussion by pm or in another topic, not to go too far offtopic in this one.
That happened to the blues musician Marla Glen here not too long ago. But the other way round. She dressed as a men as she usually does and went into the ladies room at the main station and there was a big fuss and insults and maybe even some fists flying (it was never fully established what exaclty happened) and she finally was arrested by the police, but released after questioning.Quote:
Originally Posted by MissConfused
samm PM meQuote:
Originally Posted by samm