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Who says Fantasies are TABOO?
Monday, May 4, 2009
Who says Fantasies are TABOO?
I see the woods in the back of my house and I can't help but wonder what it would be like to hunt a slave down and when captured, drag him (or her) back to be toyed with and tortured...
It's actually thoughts like these that cram my schedule and my days to the fullest! I get ideas all the time and the process leads me to execution eventually, but there are just SO many things that allure my thoughtful brain into so many different directions.
Already my days are filled with sado-masochistic sessions, forcing sissies into submitting to my cock, and the relative manipulations that follow slave training, but really, the other things that drive me to a full force whole body orgasm daily, is my brain. The singular most valuable sex organ we have, because that's where it all begins...in the brain.
Naughty thoughts are part of what makes us sexual. You know, the thoughts that make some of us look down at our shoes, with a sudden flush of heat warming over the face...but those are the thoughts we know are naughty...they cause a chill, possibly a giggle...but what about those other thoughts? The ones YOU WOULD NEVER TELL ANYONE ABOUT. What about those?
I want to open this blog up to those who want to share. I'll share, if you do. See, I'm the one who likes to DO things to people, and I enjoy exploiting their fantasies AND their weaknesses, knowing all the time, it's what they really want.
So, what would I do to my captured? The unimaginable, of course. These are only thoughts that infiltrate my brain. Thoughts that drive my world in fantasy. Would I ever actually do the unimaginable? No, but when I think of something that makes me look down at my shoes, and drives a hot flush of pleasure mixed with the subtle concept that this is my secret only...I smile.
I have secrets. Share yours with me.
M Sharina
Enjoying the blog. Milady and I named a game after you. It is based on some of your video clips. Love your site and videos, ma'am.
well this is my fantasy it is simple yet deeply satisfying I have a thing for a vampire so here it goes.
I would meet this dark woman with long black hair. I would feel total intrigue. To call us lovers would be shallow. I would look in her brown eyes and it would feel like warm chocolate being poured all over my body. My heart is beating out of my chest. She would kiss me and my body would be alive with her taste. She would have me lay on my stomach, take off my shirt. She would bite my neck and ALL of my back. It would feel sharp and painful, but then I would feel part of me going out and part of her comming in. She would push my head down and say shut up, relax just lay down, my love. < this is a hard thing to pull off being as most people are very pysicaly oriented and I need mind, body and spirit in this fantasy!
onedaywiser
Mistress, I apologize in advance for sharing such a mundane fantasy -- something a Woman of Your stature might readily dismiss as unimaginative -- but since You've invited us to share, I must tell You.
I crave discipline in the form of a genuine punishment spanking. Specifically, I desire a thick, wooden paddle with holes applied to my bare bottom 20 times, as hard as possible, without prior warm-up. To have this punishment administered over Your knee would be an honor.
I hope You are not disappointed by such a traditional spanking fantasy, but that is the "naughty thought" most precious to me.
-m
Hi,
One that gets me going is being at a bar and sudenly things are getting fuzzy, and dizzy, way too fast.
In an uncomfortable hazy state consciousnees seeps in to find a Bag over my head and I can barelt move, I hear the wind in the trees but nothing is visible at all. Total darkness and isolation for an unperceivable time. Then I hear footsteps. I tr to cry out but every attempt is muffled. Then I feel a foot on my side giving me a push, and a sharp point below narrow foot. I am hauled over on to my back and dragged for some distance my aching head bouncing over rough terrain and then descending a stair case into a warmer area. again timeless isolation. I am becoming clear in my limited perceptions when I hear the footsteps on solid flooring.
Suddenly and roughly my genitals are siezed and manipulated squezzing my testicles with the clicking sound of handcuffs clamping around my ac and shaft. A sound is inserted into my eurethra and hooked in place on the handcuffs.I feel like I am urinating unctrollably but I am dry. The next sensation is my anus being stretched open wider and wider. My butt stretches over the largest part of the butt plug and clenches the narrowing lock shaft. More footsteps I am feeling frezied and the intense anal stretching. More footsteps this time multple. Then an electrical shock passes down my eurethra to my prostate gland. Again indeterminable time passes as elecrtic pulses traverse my inner sexuality. eventually the sound of multiple pairs of feet, A strange chemical smeel, darkness.
I awake in my car with a drippng ass.
SH@GR (Sharina knows)
Mistress, the thought of being hunted down, and caught, then taken to a place of unspeekable horrors await is quite th turn on.
Also have toughts of being hunted down on say a farm. Out where it is quite private, once caught, cruifed to a tree, or cross in woods or field. Or taken to a barn and tortured there. Think of the possibilities, In a private area where your screams will not be heard.
Now my head is reeling. When you add the element of powerlessness by using a drug, be it Roofies (Rohypnol) or chloroform, the components allows the more edgier and devastating consequences to occur. This is a form of objectification and it is in line with taking what you want by all means. Dangerous in reality, but in fantasy...there are no limits to what you can put someone through or be put through yourself. There is very little difference to being drugged than to have tape over your mouth and your arms and legs in bondage. I can do anything I want at that point.
I like what was written about "an electrical shock being passed down my urethra and to the prostate gland." Almost to suggest a certain raping of the penis, that sinks into some form of pleasure beyond the control of the recipient. Then the wondering what happened to you as you regain consciousness.
I like the term "unspeakable horrors." Fantasy is great because we take more pain than we really can in real life, so to be made to endure, yet forced to love the powerlessness of it all is paralyzing.
I like stretching limits as far as I can. I have done this many times, often without inflicting pain. My game of choice is mind control and mind fuck. To not know if you are in true danger or not is a talent I do have. It is interesting to see someone's face turn from, this is FUN! To, what the hell have I gotten myself into...Just because a person doesn't feel pain, doesn't mean they won't be forever changed by their experience.
I did that once to a person. It was the first time I had ever seen him for a session. His session began the moment he walked into the door. I asked him to take off his clothes, leave them on the bondage table, and get into my stand up cage. he complied, thinking how fun it was that he was having an adventure.
The cage has 4 doors. Three on one side that open up separately depending on what body part I want to play with and one door in the middle of the other side. I put him in the cage, locked all the doors. I stood by the cage and whispered, "So, does anyone know you are here?" What do you mean Mistress? "Does anyone know you are here at this address? Anyone at all?" Why, no Mistress. "So you are here with someone you don't really know, your clothing, your identification, the keys to your car and home, credit cards, money, are all there on the bondage table. He says verbatim,"Mistress you are scaring me." Which lead to 2 full hours of fear.
M Sharina
By the way, THERE ARE NO MUNDANE FANTASIES.
Oh Mistress...I have dreamed of being asked over to your place. when i show up I am pulled in the door and down to the floor. You ask if I am there on my on free will and I say yes. You order to strip. I then put on the outfit you have for me, a slave outfit that is a rubber body suit, than a body harness over the top. You tell me I am your slave for the weekend and I will do what ever you want or I will be raped by your strapon.
You have me do chores for you and while I do I fell electric charges run through my body for the straps and plug you have in me. I know you are watching me. I am punished for not doing things to your standards. You put a hood on me and gag me then flog me, you leave me hanging on the cross for the night to think about my mistakes...
The next day you have fun with me and want to feminize me more so you dress me in a maids outfit, high heels that are hard to walk in. You make me parade around so you can watch. after a while you have me worship your feet and tell me that the strap on is next.
slave dean
Sharina nicole-------I would like to be enslaved by my wife to serve her three mates and her ..one big black man and two college kids....... I would suck the black man hard to fuck her while the two kids got her moist for the monster dick to enter her ....I would lick her clean after the black stud unloaded in her
Mistress i like the idea of being hunted in the woods. Suddenly you surprise me from behind with your latex gloved hands you hold them over my mouth with chloroform in your hands so i quickly am knocked out you have a little wagon you put me into and pull behind your motorcycle back to your dungeon where after arriving at your dungeon you proceed to dress me in a total enclosure head to toe latex catsuit attached feet mittens and hood only tiny mouth hole in hood. Mistress then pulls over my already latex covered head a beautiful skintight full head female mask with only tiny mouth tube for air intake. Mistress proceeds to lace the hood up like a second skin. Finally mistress pulls out a latex bodybag with attached tiny open faced hood which when pulled over the female hood makes an airtight seal and my mittens are sealed in the bags internal sleeves. Mistress zips me up nice and tight and puts a locking collar around my neck. she awakens me and everything is dark beneath the two eyeless hood and halfhood breathing through only a tiny mouth tube. Suddenly mistress attaches my airtube to a pvc plastic breathing bag and soon my senses are overloaded with the smell of vinyl. I am getting quite high with every breath. Mistress informs me you are going to breath into this bag all night and like it.my mind is racing as my breathing is getting faster i am quickly suffocating inside my prison. i scream out but mistress only temporarily pulls off the bag then she does it over and over until i pass out in my latex coccoon only to awake and be put through new tortures by my mistress!! Cliff
My dearest slave dean...this fantasy can be arranged. If you were in a head to toe rubber suit, I would require pussy panties exposing you to the threat of my iminent strap-on.
Black men can be so hot and yet so taboo...very sexual because they exude a charisma that is quietly charged. If you made a less than adequate attempt to make his cock hard, your wife should punish you by making you watch her while he penetrates her and fucks her repeatedly until he is drained.
Steven King, writer of some of the most wonderful horror stories, wrote a book about a woman who was with her boyfriend in a cabin in the woods. The books title as I recall, is Gerald's Game.
She was tied to the bed, because Gerald liked to play games. He climbed on top of her and began fucking her. He had a heart attack and died, right on top of her. Most of what followed was what went on in her mind. The details were amazing. There was a glass of water on the bed stand and she was thirsty. There are pages of what kind of maneuvering it would take, to bring some water to her mouth.
This is reminiscent of a person I would put in inescapable bondage. Hands wrapped and tied beneath layers of plastic wrap. Unable to move, head immobilized a thin sheet of plastic wrap placed over the entire face and secured so that it couldn't be blown off.
When a thin sheet of plastic wrap is placed over the face, what happens if you panic or breathe too hard? The plastic wrap adheres to your face and it sticks to the moisture from your face, making it impossible for you to breathe. Imperative that you concentrate extra hard to breathe at a slow pace just to save yourself.
What if your Mistress placed her mouth over your nose? Made it tougher to breathe and while the plastic covered your nose, you had to breathe only out of your mouth?
I like that kind of suffocation. Slow and desperate. My mouth covers your nose and slides down onto your mouth and at the very same time your cock is wet and being stroked. You are being suffocated into a dark and dizzy euphoric state.
M Sharina
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Thank you, Mistress, for being so understanding.
-m
The Mistress who hunted me in the woods leads me back to Her compound. There, She orders me into a dark, concrete cell, and leaves me with a dire warning, "That was a serious mistake." After several hours of waiting, another Woman enters the cell. She introduces Herself as my defense attorney and explains that I've been charged with attempting to elude a Mistress. There will be no trial, since the Mistress has supreme power, and Her word is sufficient to convict any man, even in capital cases. (On Her order, two men were executed here last week -- one in the electric chair, and the other hanged.) My attorney explains that because the Mistress is kind today, I am being given a choice regarding punishment: I can either submit to branding with a large, red-hot iron; or endure a severe, Singapore-style judicial caning of 20 strokes. She patiently elaborates on the subtle details of each procedure, carefully explaining how I will be bound, and detailing the exquisite pain and permanent scars each will leave on my buttocks. She then asks me to make a decision. When I tell her the option I prefer, she shakes her head and asks in a soft voice, "Are you sure? Because once I submit the order, there will be no turning back. The sentence will be carried out immediately." I confirm that I am certain. She forces a smile while squeezing my hand, and assures me that She will be at my side during the ordeal. "Let's get this over with," She sighs. The Mistress appears at the cell door, and sternly orders me to follow Her. She will be the one to administer the pain...
-m
A few years ago it suddenly hit me that pregnant women are unbelievably beautiful. Lately I've had intense fantasies (j/o sessions) involving a pregnant woman. Like most of my fantasies, it begins with some serious foot worship! It includes using my tongue on every inch of her body. It ends with... well - I don't have to tell you where it ends. By the way, Mistress, thank you for your great website.
I LOVE reading fantasies, they make my panties wet.
My dearest "m" I think I know you and your naughty little mind. I think in reality, you hide a secret that is so deep, so constructed, that you feel an inner retort to be punished.
Alex? Can I have the "red hot iron" for $100? Thank you, follow me, "m"...
As Mistress Sharina turns away from her prisoner, she is secretly euphoric. A dark, fierce smile begins to lift each side of her mouth.
Mistress Sharina, to please You in any way is an honor. But to imagine my words evoking the reaction You've described... I am humbled.
I am also comforted by Your unique understanding of my psyche. I cherish a "strikingly" vivid memory from childhood: A neighbor boy taken across a woman's knee and soundly disciplined with a paddle. It was fast, hard, and prolonged. I remember the excitement I felt -- even as a very young boy -- when the woman calmly announced she was going to get her paddle, and the yearning I felt watching the intense thrashing. The idea of trading places with that boy, or being next in line...
Over the years, this private fixation solidified and intensified (fueled by extraordinary accounts of paddlings in the principal's office, and a second-grade teacher with a penchant for turning students over her knee). Naturally, I've tried to associate my deviant cravings with some deserving transgression, but I've failed to identify any rationale beyond "I like it." My most viable justification is that I deserve punishment because I fantasize about punishment. In this respect, I sense that You might know me better than I know myself.
Mistress, we have never met. In fact, I have yet to serve a professional Mistress (and perhaps that is grounds for punishment). But I am beginning to realize that a session with You might be very... Therapeutic.
-m
I enter the dungeon and you instruct me to remove my clothes. "yes Mistress" You bind me to a chair and blindfold me. Laughing, you tell me you'll be right back with a BIG surprise. "yes Mistress" I sit SHAKING, wondering what you have planned for me. Twenty minutes later, I hear footsteps. You take off the blindfold and there is a man standing in front of me with a BIG surprise. You laugh and order me to lick his BIG surprise. "Yes MISTRESS" You untie me and take me to the padded table. You bend me over and bind my hands to the side. I get the BIG surprise in the rear, while you sit on the end of the table, laughing. When He is finished, I have another BIG surprise in my mouth. You ask if I would like something to drink."Yes MISTRESS" You take me to the bathroom and order me in the tub. You stand over me and tell me to open wide."Yes MISTRESS"
Mistress, I had a dream last night. I was out on the town and meet this lovely lady and had a few drinks with her. She asked me back to her place where we had a few more.
I woke up laying on a cement floor to shock waves through my balls and ass. I was being shocked but I could not move. I had some kind of body harness on, a hood with a gag in it, a single arm binder with my arms behind me, I have ballet boots on with a short chain between them.. The lady said its about time I woke up....I was then told I was her new little slave. I was going to be chastized since she ahd no use for that. I would be feminized and learn to walk in them boots and high heels. I would learn to pull her cart around the yard since she lived in the country. I thought this was a dream till she shocked me several times. Then she informed me that I would learn how to take her stapon since that would me my sex from now on.
slave dean
Mistress Sharina, please indulge me as I fantasize about stepping back into a golden (albeit twisted) era of domestic discipline, when home spanking implements were routinely fashioned by removing buckles from leather belts, and rubber balls from paddleball toys. When hairbrushes served dual purposes, and there was never the slightest hesitation to employ these items, even for minor transgressions.
Mistress's ensemble dates from the late 1960's: Nylons, a tight-fitting polyester skirt, a sleeveless blouse, a string of pearls, blue eyeshadow, dark nail polish, maybe even a beehive hairdo. The living room walls are flamingo pink, the carpet is blue shag, and the furniture is appropriately tacky. Issues of LIFE magazine are stacked atop a large television console, and ashtrays are plentiful. From a transistor radio in another room, Nancy Sinatra sings about her boots walking all over some deserving soul.
Naturally, all of this sets the scene for a period spanking. Adding an element of public humiliation, the windows are wide open, enabling the entire neighborhood to hear what transpires.
Nostalgic for her days as a sorority bitch, Mistress owns a spanking paddle constructed from 3/4" hard wood. She has drilled holes to lower the wind resistance and reduce any cushion of air between wood and flesh. She realizes these enhancements would prove futile unless the subject's bottom is bare, and she doesn't hold back in the slightest. Mistress takes corporal punishment very seriously, and prides herself on being feared as the neighborhood's hardest spanker.
For some time now, 3 of my female friends and I have curated a stash of deviant magazines, knowing we would inevitably be caught. That moment has come, and we've been assembled in this room for punishment.
Mistress seats herself on the edge of a footstool, allowing plenty of room on either side. She takes a deep breath, then gestures with her paddle towards one of the women, "You're first." The unfortunate young woman obediently steps to Mistress's side, where she has her skirt and panties tugged down before being bent over Mistress's lap. "I don't have to tell you what this is for," Mistress declares sternly. She raises the paddle high, then brings it down as hard as possible on the woman's bare bottom. The sharp sound of wood striking flesh fills the room as Mistress administers a brutal, well-paced thrashing. The woman involuntarily moans after the second swat, and her cries become increasingly anguished through the tenth. When it's over, her quivering bottom is red, with purple bruises already visible. "Get up," commands Mistress. The tearful woman stands and immediately begins rubbing her blistered cheeks. Between sobs, she graciously acknowledges, "Thank you, Ma'am."
Mistress turns her attention to the 3 of us remaining. "Who wants to be next?" Our hearts are pounding, and fear prevents us from making eye contact. When none of us step forward, Mistress calmly explains, "You are each going to be paddled, but I'm forcing you to decide the order. The first one got off easily. Unlike you, she didn't need to volunteer, nor was she required to watch what was coming. Oh, and one more thing... She took only 10 swats. The next person across my knee will take 15, the one after that will take 20, and the last one will take 30. So, you see, this is also a lesson in assuming responsibility. Now, who wants to be next?"
-m
I have a THING for women who are pregnant. It is a hobby of mine to peruse the Internet for pictures of pregnant women. I have downloaded porn highlighting women with big bellies because it is one of those things that is Taboo...
The kind of porn I like involving this fetish is where the woman is on her back and a man is having sex with her. To see her legs wrapped around his waist and completely enraptured is a turn on. I like looking at her breasts that are so round and sometimes engorged and swollen especially in the later stages of pregnancy. Women are so beautiful in this element, untouchable almost, and to see them in an element that is sexy or naughty, is very hot.
I did have a woman contact me for a session about a year ago. She was pregnant late in her 7th month and was curious about a session. She felt turned on by the idea of being tied up and spanked and wanted to explore. I have to say that although I spoke to her, I did not do a session with her because I wasn't familiar with her medical history and felt uncomfortable with the risk, but I did fantasize...
I thought about fucking her in my (coincidence) "Birthing Chair." This is a hydrolic chair I have that opens your legs once placed in the foot rests (and bound) You can hold onto the handles alongside of the chair, unless of course your hands are bound too.
I would have loved seeing her breasts heave as my cock slid in and out...
Mistress Sharina, thank you for your kind indulgence. The elaborate trappings of my last offering are just a fun diversion. Naughty fantasies à la John Waters.
A far more enticing (and plausible) fantasy is to visit a professional dominatrix in Her dungeon for punishment. The straight-forward nature of this scenario would seem to preclude any need for role playing. Or would it? An interesting question...
-m
Mistress Sharina; To take that step into your domain and experiance a TPE with you and one of your skilled friends sounds exciting.As a newbie ,I may rather walk in a dark woods.But then I am already there, A tour of your dungeon would be nice,maybe some tea. But we both know I am there for other reasons,my twilight zone. Can you take me there?.Your thoughts are intriging,and you are able to express yourself ,as I am not,openly that is. will you listen?Being deprived of sight,restrained,and then that chilling sound of a second voice,a dominant one,a strong one, like yours, arrives in my Darkness.Who is this I ask?You find pleasure in removing my clothes,humiliating me as the poor shape I am in.But they even made Rozanne looked good at times. Could she be sexy too ?
Could I?Forced Feminization,Sissification-might take me to that journey I wish to explore, as painful and humilitating as it might be.Do you think I wish to be a slut? Your Slut? or is that other voice going to help me feel the differance.Is it the voice I fear ? or the Touch? Can it be nurturing if need be? Then maybe I am ready to see the light and come out of those woods I've been lost in and see the true beauty of you both.Realizing the need to please those that helped me find my way. leeanna
You know Leeanna, there is a side to nurturing that may be interpreted as thrilling because it is the underside that keeps us teetering on that edge...
M Sharina
My fantasy would be to somehow get the courage to have a session with Mistress Sharina. I have stumbled upon your profile many times over the past many years. I want nothing more that to worship your legs and feet. When I first saw your feet, feelings I never felt before shot through my body. When I saw the closeups of your feet during some of your sessions, I nearly passed out. I can only imagine being on the floor powerless to your every command. Licking every square inch of the masterpiece that is your foot. They are perfect in every way. I nearly lose my mind at the thought of being in the same room as you, let a lone being trampled by you. I hold out hope that one day, I will finally summon the courage to contact you in hopes you will find me a worthy foot slave.
respectfully,
Slave Dan
slave dan,
Courage comes in many forms, and life has a way of changing from year to year as well as passing you by. Sometimes things are best left to fantasy as of it is just sooooooo good in our minds, the real experience couldn't possibly hold a candle. But then again there are those moments that catch us by surprise with fleeting flashes of "what if" and "maybe I'll never know".
Life could be oh so simple if it wasn't for our fears.
M Sharina