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Padriag -> RE: Fantasies (9/21/2008 7:56:37 AM)
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ORIGINAL: zakkan
Everybody has fantasies, and even though some of them may not be feasible, its still fun to think about them once in a while.
What is your BDSM fantasy? It can be anything, and as unrealistic as you want.
Hmmm... most of my fantasies have changed a lot over the years. When I was younger, they got pretty extreme and often involved imaginary worlds. In some I ruled over an estate with the peasants required to submit to my every whim, in others I was their captor, in one or two I was a mad scientist engaging in bizarre human experiments. I probably should have written some of it down back then, apparently there's a market for that sort of thing.
These days however my fantasies are far less extreme and focus on the achievable. I think that makes an interesting statement about the changes in my life. Currently, most of my fantasies revolve around something along the following...
First the setting... I'm living in an elegant house with 5 or 6 bedrooms, something like a chateau. The inside has been tastefully decorated in a variety of styles and furnished comfortably. There is a library for my many books, a home business office and a private study (my sanctum sanctorum). The master suite is spacious and includes a large bathroom that has a roman style whirlpool bath and a gas fireplace. The living room has a large wood burning fireplace as does the dining room which is large enough for 20 or so people. Among the houses decorations include beautifully carved woodwork, statuary, and the entry is flanked by two suits of armor (one gothic and one maximillian style full plate) while the ceiling and walls are covered in shields and swords.
Day to day life is relaxed... I've reached a point with my businesses that I no longer need to work more than a few hours each week; mainly just to keep an eye on operations, check in with managers, etc. I have much more free time on my hands to indulge in hobbies and personal pursuits. I'm involved in my community, attending meetings, charity events, the town government, etc. In the summer I'm to be found on a local lake boating or swimming, or riding four wheelers in the mountains, camping and hiking. In the winter I'm helping neighborhood kids build snowmen and snowforts and going sledding, when the roads are icy (and just because) I forego a car and instead get around town in a sled pulled by a Belgian trotter... just because I can.
Living in that home with me are two slaves (occasionally three, but most of the time its just two). One has long dark straight hair and pale skin, the other is blonde with shoulder length hair and more of a tan. Neither works outside my home, though often in my fantasies they act as personal executive assistants, chauffeurs, and sometimes handling accounting for my businesses. My fantasies are split between whether, when at home, they are kept naked vs. being required to wear lingerie or uniforms. When outside the home they dress nicely, sometimes wearing uniforms, and dressing elegantly when going to special events. They are intelligent and educated, able to carry a conversation with me on a variety of topics. Arguments are uncommon however, disagreements being more cordial. Both have learned to play some form of musical instrument and sometimes play for me, sometimes dance for me. At times I will take one or the other and make a pet of her for a day, treating her as a dog perhaps, making her play pet games, fetching things, perform tricks, pose for pet photos, etc. Some evenings I might choose to engage in some BDSM play for my amusement, bondage, floggings, nipple torture, genital torture, etc. At other times I might have them play with each other while I watch... perhaps connecting their collars with a length of chain and then giving them plenty of melted candle wax of various colors to fling at each other, pour over each other and "be artistic" with. Or I might have them engage in sexual play with each other while I watch and perhaps later join. But these things don't happen every night, perhaps once a week some weeks and four or five nights other weeks... depending on my mood and schedule.
Each slave has her own bedroom, her own personal space. At first each room is empty except for a cot, as time goes by each is given opportunities to earn furnishings for their room. For example, learn to play the violin and I buy a bedroom suite worth up to $XXXX. Learn to cook 10 of my favorite dishes and I'll repaint the room in whatever colors and style she chooses. Items of clothing and other things can be similarly earned. At night one or both might sleep with me... or some nights neither (for example if I'm sick, no point in passing it around... or if I just want a night alone), whatever arrangement I choose. Likewise, I expect them to have some personal interests of their own, some time would be allowed for that... more could be earned as would funding for their own hobbies.
There would be an emphasis on service, usefulness and obedience. I expect them to "earn their keep" in various ways, to make themselves useful to me. I demand obedience, sometimes without question. Rather than being slave property in a more modern sense, I prefer something more akin to the ancient greeks where slaves were given more responsibility, were trusted, often became virtual members of the family and some were even paid wages. Another example would be the concept of "familia" in the early middle ages, serfs who worked in the noble's household, often living in the manorhouse as well, while bound to the land and the service of their lord, they sometimes form close ties to the lord they served and as part of his household were considered part of his family. They are more than sex slaves or bondage barbies (though that is part of their role and purpose)... they are companions, friends, lovers, and confidantes. I may at times torment them or humiliate them... and yet I also trust and respect them... a paradox to the uninitiated outsider.
In public they are ladies, articulate, beautiful, elegant... if a bit mysterious... leaving the world to wonder at what happens behind those closed oaken doors.
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