A Quick Question About Domination Fantasies

[jaeangel]

I am an Asian female.
Most of my fantasies have been about Caucasian men. I did have an African-American master formerly, but on the whole, mine are about Caucasian men, however, it does seem that men of any race tend to want to dominate me. Asian subs seem to be a fairly popular fantasy out there. I am currently married to a polish/lithuanian/irish man, who happens to be vanilla. I love him dearly, though, and we have two lovely boys, aged 2 and 1 together. This september will be our third anniversary, but we have been together for a total of five years so far. I love him, but I tend to fantasize about the characters in the fanfiction stories I write dominating me. That might sound weird...

[Barton]

Not weird at all. We have a subbie task forum in the dungeon. You may be able to fulfill a fantasy or two there.

Barton.

[janie]

It probably isn't racial as such, but that appearance might reflect other preconceptions, eg, i'm a primitive at heart and one of my perennial favourite fantasies is to be slave to a native american in the days long before caucasians generally stuffed such a beautiful place, to be one of the first to be there with a whole new continent to explore, just because they were so good at that. But would those people have been into that? Probably not, logically, but *sigh* it has been nice just to think about.

(Oddly enough, the only real american native, at least so he claimed to be, that i've met here in real life did seem a bit bdsm inclined, in retrospect, and nearly all my current online friends - all but one canadian, which shows maybe that my main real bias has to be cultural and political - have turned out to be at least part indian. *shrugs*)

Then there's the other favourite dark ages fantasy which is distinctly british/welsh/saxon etc, Arthurian even. I suspect for me it's really a time thing. It's here now i don't get on with.

Funnily enough, this isn't the first time i've seen disney associated with bdsm.

Unfunnily, speaking of political, Tourguide, that rant appeared to be somewhat against your own principles here, if i may say so as a tourist/lurker. I am disappointed enough at that to question whether i would accept you as a guide after all, which is for me saying a lot, as i don't much, but i have read pretty much everything you've written since i've been watching and a lot from before and mostly loved it, but not that!

Janie

[janie]

:/

I didn't mean to offend anyone, if that diid.

I really did thiink it a very interesting topic. Prejudices are fascinating to explore if they can be looked at objectively. I am actually very interested in evolutionary psychology and suspect that very little, if any at all, of what we thiink we know is consciously controlled.

Sorry, TG, that might have been a little heavy.

Janie

[Katmandu]

I agree with you....this is simply a very interesting debate, and .....
Let the intellect flow! Full ahead! Politically correct be damned!!!!

[allalone46]

Can anyone tell ther fantasie? Mine are of both asian, and black womanm and yes I am caucation, but there it is. And thay have to do with vary painful suspentions, and human/animal training, and bondage, and mumifacation.

[jaeangel]

i hear the door open behind me, but i do not turn to look. i know it is Master. He had earlier ordered me to go to His room, wearing only my collar and the chain leash attached to it; and on the bed i see the padlock and small brass key. i carefully picked up the lock as i wound the end of the chain around the bedpost until i have barely six inches of chain from my collar to the post. Then i locked the padlock into two links of chain, securing it so that i cannot pull more slack, and place the key on the tongue i thrust outward. Per my Master's orders, of course.
He comes in, and surveys my position. i am on my knees, the back of my head resting against the bedpost, my tongue holding the little brass key that goes to the lock between me and my freedom. He pats my shoulders gently. 'Good pet." i flush with the praise as he takes the key from my tongue. "Now pet, you understand I have had a bad day at work, and therefore will treat you savagely tonight. The last time we did this, you were marked for days, which you did not like. I gave you the choice; retire to your room and stay there the night so as to be out of my way, or present yourself for punishment if you wish to be the receptor of the treatment I choose to mete out. By doing this you have just signaled to me that you are willing to be marked by me tonight."
i nod. Of course. i love my Master; i would rather be whipped brutally by Him than be banned from His presence for the entire night. "Yes, master," i whisper. i am afraid of the pain to follow; but being apart from Him would be worse.
"I will not leave you entirely without an outlet though," Master continues, shrugging out of His satin dressing gown and laying it across the bed. Oh, how i wish i could reach out and touch it, caress it, hold it against my face and breathe in the fragrance of His cologne...but it is out of my reach, and He has not given me permission to do so. "Do you remember our safeword?"
The safeword. i have never had cause to use it. What was it? Oh, yes. "Mercy, Master," i whisper. "O/our safeword is 'mercy'."
Master strokes my hair, which is gathered into a long braid down my back and draped over my left shoulder. "I am pleased that you remember it, pet," He says, taking off his silk pajama shirt. He is now dressed only in the matching pants, and i can hear him open the closet door behind me. The hinges give that pecuiliar squeak. i hear a jingling, which i recognize as my handcuffs, and He comes to the bed. On the post is a hook. He places the hadcuffs on the hook, and of my own accord i raise my hands, waiting for Him to close the shackles around my slim wrists. He does so, and the metal is cool against my heated flesh. i am already beginning to swet, a fine sheen of perspiration filming over my skin, from anticipation.
Next is the spreader bar, which goes between my knees to hold them open. Master positions me so that my feet are under the bed, and my belly, my breasts and oh-so-vulnerable sex open to the kiss of the whip He is holding. I arch my back, offering my 36b tits and gaping brown-pink slit for His punishment. My golden skin, a shade lighter than most Asians because of the caucasan father i never met, glistens with the sweat. i know He likes the sight of my skin thus moistened with the sweat of fear, a fear He has instilled in me, and the sweat of desire. For i desire this, i want the feel of His lash marking my skin with tokens of His attentions to me.
"Beautiful, pet," he says. The leather thongs of the whip run through His long white fingers, so capable of giving me unimaginable pleasure as they are capable of giving me indescribabe pain. "I will whip your breasts and cunt. You need not count; I wish to hear only your sobs and screams." He raises the whip, and i tense for the first blow.
I'll continue this in my next post...