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Wheldrake -> RE: Submissive Types: What is your favorite fantasy? (1/8/2011 10:50:42 PM)
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My fantasies usually revolve around harsh, institutional settings. The institution could be a prison, a labour camp, a slave training facility (run, perhaps, by a corporation that will eventually sell the slaves for handsome profits) or even a Mediaeval dungeon underneath a brooding manor like the one in poise's picture. The institution is almost always controlled by a tough, sadistic older woman, and her administrators and immediate underlings tend to be female as well, but many if not most of the guards who actually handle the prisoners are big, intimidating men.
On arrival, I'm subjected to a highly invasive cavity search, and maybe an exam by a female doctor who insists on sampling a disturbing variety of body fluids ("I need to be thorough, since it would never do for you to get sick and die before we're finished with you"). Eventually I end up securely locked in a cell, naked or wearing a drab, uncomfortable uniform, and then the fun can really start. Escape is impossible, severe punishments are meted out for even the smallest infractions of the rules, and the prisoners are worked hard and subjected to endless indignities, discomforts and humiliations. Many of the guards are just doing their jobs, a few are even sympathetic to the prisoners, but some are sadistic bullies (which helped them considerably in the hiring process, of course). The senior guards and administrators are privileged figures who can have a prisoner dragged to their private quarters for sex, recreational torment, or whatever else they might desire. And heaven help any prisoner who comes to the personal attention of the woman who actually runs the place.
The thing is, I tend to imagine the setting and my reasons for being there (which always involve some element of initial consent) in a lot of detail, but I don't usually pursue the fantasy very far beyond the point where I've arrived at the facility and gone through initial processing. I guess the idea of handing over my freedom to an oppressive bureaucratic structure appeals to me more than the thought of what might happen afterwards (although there are definitely times when I do "go there", and enjoy it).
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