My fantasies run the gamut of every conceivable form of torture and humiliation (of myself), but two recurring themes are extreme hunger or food denial for several days, and being forced to have to eat the meals I am allowed directly off the floor (if I've been good), or directly off the ground, without the use of eating utensils, preferably with me kneeling and my hands and arms in some strappado position so that if I really strain I can lick up my food in about an 18 inch diameter circle.