"Now," I reached over and took the iron. I showed it to him, held it close to his face so he could feel the heat. "Why is this going to happen?"
He made some sort of excuse about the oven cleaner. I moved the iron closer and said, "No, it's not about the oven cleaner. What is it really about?"
"I disappointed you."
I smiled and squealed. "Good boy! And what will you do in the future?"
"Everything you want, exactly how you want it."
I was so excited I laughed with joy. It was time. I let the iron steam against the side of his face. He yelped, but more from being startled than from pain.
"We'll begin with ten seconds. You can handle that easily, right?"
He nodded vigorously. I pressed the towel over his cock, and then pressed the iron on it. I started breathing faster---but no, I must calm down. I must not peak in my pleasure too soon. I was already soaking wet, but that wasn't important.
Five, six, seven, eight...
He squirmed and moaned, tensing his body and pulling on his restraints. I knew where he was: he was approaching pain, in the throes of discomfort. He was more afraid than suffering. The suffering would come later.
The first moments always took me back to my childhood when, for reasons beyond the eight year old me, I would spank the dogs of our neighbors, punishing them by locking them in closets. I was completely confused by this deep, exquisite pleasure and was helpless before it. I remember so many moments when I felt compelled, as if by an outside force, to take my pleasure in these ways.
I figured it all out eventually, after shedding the shame that coupled the confusion. I wasn't confused now. I knew exactly what I was doing.
I'm not sure where to begin.
For those of you who are unfamiliar with the website, the F-List provides a place for people to carry out sexual roleplaying using specifically constructed characters---characters which are not supposed to represent the person behind the character necessarily. I just found the site yesterday and I'm still overwhelmed with the enormity of the character development side.
If this website does nothing else, it has the most comprehensive list of possible fetishes that I've encountered---it makes Fet Life's list look vanilla in comparison.
I won't list all the fetishes, nor attempt to talk about all of them at this time. I'm sure I'll return to the list in the future. For now, here are all the options for the Vore fetish (as in cannibalism)
Vore by means of merging with the predator, or being absorbed and/or dissolved by an anatomical fluid of the predator.
The act of physically consuming another character, performed through an orifice other than the mouth, penis, vagina or anus, or receiving such actions.
Vore where something or someone is swallowed into the anus.
The act of physically consuming another character, performed through the penis, often resulting in the prey character being lodged into the testicles, or being the recipient of such actions.
Engaging in a vore-related RP in which the prey character will be digested in whatever fluid(s) are applicable.
Engaging in a vore-related RP in which the prey will be consumed, digested and released as fecal matter and/or urine.
Engaging in vore in which the prey character is chewed and/or eaten piece by piece, or otherwise physically mutilated by the act of being consumed.
Engaging in a vore scene in which realistic physiology is taken into account; typically connotates hard vore and digestion.
Engaging in vore in which the prey character is consumed whole, causing no or minimal damage to the character due to the vore process.
The act of physically consuming another character through the vagina and into the womb, or being the recipient of such actions.
Engaging in a vore scene in which realistic physiology is not taken into account; typically connotates soft vore.
Vore - Being Predator
Being the consuming partner in a vore or unbirth situation, acting as the predator.
Vore - Being Prey
Being the consumed partner in a vore-related RP situation.
Again, I'm not sure where to begin. Maybe I'll begin at my own beginning, when I was first in love and wanted nothing more than to be with the guy with whom I was in love. Even now, in love with Lord Ristretto, I still feel that intensity of attachment, of wanting to submerge into him, into us, and not wanting to be an individual anymore. In any romantic relationship, there are those times when the people individually, or the relationship itself, seems to devour them.
Perhaps this is where vore begins: the desire to devour and be devoured. A fetish attached to BDSM, the person who becomes devoured loses themselves in the role of slave, becoming only the wishes of the dom/domme. To be physically eaten by this person takes it one step further: to become the dom/domme.
When Hannibal Lecter eats people, he's an insane cannibal, a psychopath, a serial killer, and more than anything (and mostly enjoyed as being) a freak. The Hannibal Lecter world doesn't stop for very long to discuss the reasons why he does this, and Thomas Harris's last novel on the subject, Hannibal, tied his cannibalism to eating his sister when they were children. Too simple, I think.
Vore isn't just about obliteration of the individual, it's about the melding of two individuals physically and, presumably, psychologically. The taking of flesh into the body is a basic sexual action. Vore simply takes it to its logical conclusion.
Let me begin with the Wikipedia definition:
"Futanari is the Japanese word for hermaphroditism, which is also used in a broader sense for androgyny...Beyond Japan the term is used to describe a commonly pornographic genre of computer games, comics and animations, which includes characters that show both primary sexual characteristics. In today's language it refers almost exclusively to characters who have an overall feminine appearance."
And now an illustration:
Why delve into this subject? I took on the assignment of writing a futanari gangbang and I had very little knowledge of the subject (I'm not into anime beyond the sublime and disturbing Attack On Titan). But it moves beyond seeing drawings of chicks with dicks. It's about the more complicated meaning.
The penises are at times ample, and surprisingly at times small. The breasts always seem to be enormous and the women themselves extremely feminine. If it wasn't for the exposure of the penis, it would be impossible to predict that such a woman would have both sexes. It becomes then about the juxtaposition of both sexes, but with the rejection of masculinity. The women retain all the appeal of their femininity and all its power, while having the penetrating, aggressive power of male sexuality. It creates a kind of femininity that expresses its power through penetration, rather than the more passive power of female sexuality.
This appeals to men who wish to be dominated by women; in my instance, the male figure is gang raped, humiliated and abused (as per request). It is a BDSM dynamic, absent the dominatrix who assumes masculinity in her manner and approach, even if wearing feminine attire.
This is a form of hermaphroditism, or intersexism which is more culturally appropriate today, that our culture cannot grasp outside of rare, fetishised porn. It is a form of femininity and a reinvention of male genitalia that is refreshing.
Now, to my gang bang.
On Twitter, Tuesdays are celebrated as "Titty Tuesday." So in honor of the weekly event, I present, Chesty Morgan:
Chesty made breastploitation films in the seventies which were, by all accounts, both silly and spectacular. She was also limited as an actress; it would seem that her roles (and films) were produced for her rather than she happening upon a role.
What I find interesting is the fascination with her breasts. This fascination has a personal element. My breasts are on the larger side (38DD), so my back and shoulders sympathize with what she must have suffered having such enormous and natural large breasts. I'm also bisexual with a specific fetish for large breasts---but hers are much too large for my tastes.
Yet there are those who find her breasts irresistible. Why? I think it borders on fetish, because it steps outside the normal reality of sex. "Normal" sex involves all those traditional elements that we, as a society, would agree constitute normal. Fetish steps outside that: shoes, food, bondage, etc. At times, fetish enters a carnival funhouse with mirrors that enlarge or shrink (fat fetish or midget fetish). This is where Chesty comes in.
I've read that fat fetishists find fat especially exciting because of the feeling of being smothered with comfort, of losing oneself in the folds of flesh. Chesty could be the same: men being swallowed by breasts that symbolize nurturing, food, mothering, safety, an absence of responsibility. This enters the realm of BDSM, and the role of a nurse dominatrix who cleans and dresses the man, sometimes administering an enema, but always cooing and taking care of him.
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