My Princess and I traveled to visit some of my family this past weekend. It was a much smaller gathering than usual and that allowed us to actually talk rather than just listen to the general din. I learned that one of my older sisters was Daddy’s little girl. When talking about those times the pitch of her voice went higher and she had a smile on her face, it was great to see.
It made me think about all of the FetLife couples who have a Daddy / little girl dynamic, not that it’s the same thing but more in the joy felt by the littles. That’s a dynamic which I had never heard of until joining FetLife a bit over a year ago, and it is one which was difficult for me to understand. Personally, I enjoy being (consensually) beaten, tortured, and humiliated, and a Daddy / little girl dynamic didn’t fit my understanding at the time. But as I have seen FetLife posts from women who are in that dynamic it seems like it could be a great one, and even one I could enjoy myself in different circumstances.
What on earth is Ted talking about enjoying very different dynamics? I sometimes make comments that I feel like a kid in a candy store when it comes to BDSM (which for me includes D/s even though many people seem to separate D/s from the term BDSM). And other than a few dynamics or activities, I am fascinated by most everything I see on FetLife and not just from a standpoint of it being interesting to discuss, but I think it would be cool to experience. Not close to being better than the dynamic my Princess and I have, just as a potentially fun adventure.
There are barriers and pitfalls, especially to some of the edgier situations, and also I recognize that fantasies are often very different from the reality of a situation but part of my enjoyment of FetLife and other sites is to allow my fantasies to run free. One big barrier is that I don’t really fantasize about role-playing such as putting on a costume or pretending to be someone I’m not, I fantasize about reality or about being “forced”. No I will never be a little girl submitting to a Daddy but I can certainly fantasize. And before you think I am fixating on that particular fantasy, I have a bazillion of ‘em.
Being a human dog or other human animal is another dynamic which is interesting to me but it’d have to be “forced” or else to me it’d be role-playing. I see videos sometimes of people in animal masks, mitts, tail, etc. and that looks like it could be fun to be forced into that but not really when it’s role-playing. Ok, I know when I’m contradicting myself like that (“It’s fun but not really”) I’m running up into another paradox. Maybe that’ll be an entry for another blog post. I’m not even sure how it would work in reality to be “forced” to be a human animal.
Writing fiction is a good outlet for my fantasies and I highly recommend it for others, even if you never want anyone to read it. Embarrassed about some of your fantasies? That’s okay, too, and pretty natural I think, you can type it up and password-protect it if you share your PC. Write whatever-the-heck you want, don’t worry at first about internal consistency or even any logic at all. And from what advice I have read about this, there will likely be plenty of false starts in which you write a sentence or a few paragraphs and immediately don’t like it. That’s okay, just start over. What I do is think/fantasize ahead of time, I don’t just sit down and say to myself that I’m going to write. I’m sure it’s different for everyone, though.
I’ve just posted my latest fictional short story Fraternity Feet Hazing. I have never had any sort of fantasy like that, no sirree. Ok that’s a big lie. What I’ve written in that story is probably the fantasy I have had the most out of all of my bazillion fantasies. I have fantasized a variation of that sort of thing probably many dozens of times over my lifetime, maybe over a hundred. I have never set foot in a frat house but I’m certain that if I ever were to I would be looking over my shoulder the entire time, worried about being abducted and relentlessly humiliated. I remember in college not even considering joining a fraternity (not because of this issue) and thankful for fear of having my fantasy fulfilled, even though it was more than extremely far-fetched. Of course, back then I was much less comfortable with my own fantasies than I am now. There are even websites devoted to frat-style humiliation. Who knew that I wasn’t the only one in the world with that sort of fantasy? Go figure lol.
At the family get-together I also learned that our Dad used to use the belt on the older kids. So of course once we got home my Princess told me that she’s going to make up for that nowadays, and of course that night we got home. Ouch! Didn’t she learn that hitting is wrong? Yes and now that it’s not wrong at all I can tell that to her it feels oh so right.
I sense that’s a theme for some BDSM sadists. All through life they’ve been told not to hurt people until consensual BDSM comes along and wow you mean I can hurt someone as long as they agree to it and it’s safe and sane? I admit not to have zero amount of sadism within me, so I think I understand that feeling.
I do most of the driving and usually after a meal and a lot of driving during a long trip, such as this past weekend, I get sleepy so my Princess takes over the driving for 15-30 minutes. I’m considering a fictional story in which I wake up in some sort of bondage and non-consensual situation etc. I’ll see if I can go anywhere with that to make a coherent story. Do others fantasize about BDSM like I do, at random times and based upon situations? I wouldn’t say that I’m obsessed at all, I think about plenty of other things including just to think about non-BDSM activities for fun, but fantasizing about BDSM seems to be more enjoyable in general.
Plus it’s fun to joke around with my Princess about different situations. I have seen within TV shows characters talking with each other in whispered tones fantasizing about being secret agents or whatever, it’s sort of like that except it’s being secret torturer and victim.
Speaking of which, my Princess is using some denial on me lately. Male chastity seems so cruel, why can’t I just … just … y’know? It feels so good inside her I just wanna wanna … damn she pushed me out again. And one time a few weeks ago I was eating some nice cheezy corn chips when out of the blue for no reason she told me to stop and roll up the bag. Okay, she wanted my attention on something, that’s cool and I can resume munching the chips afterward, but no she just ended my session with the chips because she could. But … but … but it’s unfair! Taking a man’s chips away, that’s almost hitting below the belt!
I shouldn’t talk about below the belt but I can’t help myself. Last night as I was restrained spread-eagled on my back and my Princess had tied up my junk and ran the rope around both of my big toes – which made me afraid to even jerk my body around – she kept using that damn belt on my balls. Usually she just whacks a few times but she kept at it. Despite the restraints, I did jerk my body around and damn the consequences to my junk or my toes. But my jerking around just made my Princess realize that my legs weren’t restrained tightly enough so she adjusted the bed restraint system and sat on one of my legs as she resumed her horrible treatment.
How can others say that they enjoy being tortured? What are they, masochists or something?! Okay, enough bs, I love all of it (even though I don’t enjoy pain for its own sake). Damn, why do I have to always tell the truth like that?!