What I love about my journey through the BDSM lifestyle and as a submissive, as well as my ongoing kinky education in all things sex, is that all those fantasies that I used to harbor and never admit, are par for the course in this kinky corner of the world I’m discovering. I’m learning about fetishes that are so wild, by my own personal standards, that even my wildest fantasies seem tame in comparison.
Having opened my heart, mind, and soul to John Brownstone, I’m surprised to learn that we often share some fantasies. Fantasies that I thought made me deviant, and I’d never be able to admit to another soul. And then there are those fantasies that can probably never be explored, but I have them all the same.
I’ve been kidnapped by marauding pirates and locked in the dirty hull of a ship. I’m manhandled, my clothes ripped from my body. There are no soft touches or kind words. I’m a piece of meat to these men. Dirty men in a dirty ship. Quickly, I’m covered in filth and verbally degraded for it. After a late night of drinking and carousing, the men decide it’s time to play with their new toy – me.
You can imagine how the rest would end. The pirates/ship thing probably came from too many trashy romance novels as a kid. But the gangbang, forced humiliation and degradation part? That’s been an on-going dark fantasy of mine. Is it something that would ever actually come to light? Probably not, and that’s okay, too.
Tied to the bed. Blindfolded, spread wide, and vulnerable. I can hear the voice of my Dominant and others, strange men I don’t recognize. I’m ignored and untouched, until I’m not. I exist solely for the pleasure of these men. Hands touch my body. Cocks penetrate orifices. I am covered in sticky cum and sweat.
A newer fantasy of mine that comes on the heels of my education in BDSM and D/s. Yes, something like this is almost impossible to pull off – but I also trust Daddy. If he ever made the right connections in the lifestyle, I could probably be down for something like it. When I read Heather Cole’s own post (of the infamous Vagina Antics, y’all) about a slightly similar experience, I could relate so much to her desires and wonder if Daddy and I will ever get to such a place. We shall see.
Immobilized. Chained to a wall. Bent and spread so that every hole is available. No name. Only fucked by whoever walks in. Men, women, it matters not. Fucked with fingers, cocks, or toys. I don’t know or care.
Another dark fantasy that’s laid dormant in my mind for years – since before I reached adulthood. I never understood it – and I certainly never examined it closely enough to learn why. But I imagine it has to do with my slight humiliation and degradation fetish as well as my huge need to be controlled. (Rawr!)
A woman, curvy, soft, sassy and smart-assy. She laughs, teases, cares, and cries easily and has the ability to bring me out of my shell. She’s soft and warm. Adventurous. Open to anything. Submissive or not, it matters not. Sexual and into kink, she’s a bestie and a lover.
The tamest of my fantasies, I feel like it’s the hardest to attain. Can’t meet anyone if you never leave your house and if you refuse to speak to strangers. Just sayin’.
In conversations I’ve had with Daddy, I’m always surprised at how accepting he is of the things that float through my mind. We both know that the ability to make any of them a reality is difficult, but knowing that we share some desires and can still surprise each other with a few of our fantasies keeps us both on our toes. At least when we’re ready to try something new, it won’t be hard to convince the other that it’s a good idea.
Welcome to Wicked Wednesday! This week’s prompt was about trying something new. Daddy and I have been living a very vanilla life recently (thank you, Real Life) so it’s been a while since we experimented. But when we can get back to our kinky fuckery ways, at least we know we’re willing to try new things with the other.