So I have this dance class once a week with a teacher who is really intense. The warmups and drills are seriously hard on the muscles, and she *will* catch you if you lose your form or slack off when you think she's not looking. She also happens to be dead sexy, in incredible shape, and, well, possessed of a certain kind of arrogance that the other subs will probably agree with me is hard to resist. I won't pretend that I don't have a bit of a thing for her.

This past week in class, I was really struggling with these agonizing, super-low squats. I've gotten out of shape lately, and as I tried to do the exercises my thigh muscles were on fire. Just as I was thinking that I didn't know how I was going to keep from collapsing, the teacher started walking around the room to check our form while saying "Down! Down! Down! Down!" in this tone that I'm sure you're familiar with... not at all yelling, but you wouldn't call it a friendly reminder, either. That was when I decided to just get through the ordeal by imagining that she was my Domme and that I would eventually be rewarded for all the hard work. Of course, getting back in shape and improving my dance skills are perfectly good rewards, but to actually push my limits that way I need to imagine something a little more, ah, immediate.

Anyone else have any imaginary BDSM relationships to spice up dreary reality?