Ok, so my post count isn’t in the thousands yet. Y’all don’t know me that well, but this seems like a pretty mature group of people. So I’ll take a chance.
Count me among the Doms 
When I was 14, I chanced upon some exerpts of Story of O in an anthology of erotica called “The Olympia Reader.” I was immensely turned on by this idea of consentual sexual slavery and servitude. I thought I was pretty sick! <g>
I have some rape fantasies, too. But I have way too much empathy to even consider acting those out for real.
Anyway, I didn’t find out that there were women who were actually turned on by the idea of sexual submission until I was 25 or so. I adore recieving oral sex, now, and always secretly fantasized about it. But my fiancee tried it twice and I felt so guilty about it–how could she enjoy it?–that I stopped her and went back to licking her. (Which wasn’t such a chore, anyway!
Now I love both giving and recieving–but I had to learn that the woman can enjoy giving, too.
Maybe it goes back to the empathy thing.
My S&M kinds of fantasies date back to early childhood, I know. (I was wierd long before I read those Story of O exerpts!) I remember I was about 6, and we had a little girl next door named Jennifer who was about 5. So we played a little game called “Deer and hunter.” It involved her stripping to her panties and crawling around in a little cage we made out of lawn furniture! <g>
No touching or anything…just that captor/captive relationship.
I guess I haven’t changed much–although I like my playmates older.
Well I guess I’ll just post to this thread because I have a very big hunch that the one and only guy I know that needs to hear this will eventually read it, besides, I don’t have the courage to tell him face to face. Just as a sidenote I have that very specific person in mind, and I trust him completely. I may be submissive, but just to one person, he’s special and I’d hate to have most of this stuff done to me by anyone but him.
As I said before, I’m rather submissive. Maybe it’s because of low self esteem or because I couldn’t be assertive if my life depended on it. Either way I love the whole idea of BDSM. So my fantasy would be for him to take me to his room, the house would be dead quiet, no one there but the two of us. He would close the door softly, turn around, then just take me in his arms and kiss me. After getting me all hot and bothered but not laying a finger on me except to hold me close, he’d just pull away slowly and I’d drop to my knees in front of him and tell him that I belonged to him, and I would do anything he asked of me. After quite a while of we would both be naked and he’d lie me down on his bed (I adore that bed, it’s all soft and just cushy enough) and then handcuff me to it, both hands over my head and my ankles tied to the foot of the bed with soft silk rope, the bonds tight enough that I couldn’t get free but loose enough not to hurt unless I struggled. I would get more explicit but this is bad enough as it is for a public message board. Let’s just say I agree with whoever said the whole tease me until I beg and then tease me some more. And when it was all over and I was curled up in his arms he’d place a gentle kiss on my forehead and then put a collar on me, marking me as his forever.
Kitty
P.S. Darling, if you want to hear the details you know where to find me
I thought I would add that even though I have an extremely vivid personal imagination and “men in skirts” is hardly the epitome of all the weirdness I may have ever dreamed up, after reading some of the other posts in this thread I feel like the blandest, whitest piece of Wonder Bread on the planet.
I’ve recently come to enjoy being insulted, in a low, talk-dirty-to-me tone of voice. call me a faggot, cocksucker, bitchboy… rrrrrrowr!