One of the short list of things that get me feeling dommy, and that I have some facility with, is making boys uncomfortable, particularly sexually uncomfortable. I’m especially fond of making them uncomfortable and turned on at the same time. Finding someone who has shame or uneasiness about some aspect of their sexuality or who is repressed is such fun. I thoroughly enjoy pulling at that thread and watching them struggle with the combination of arousal and discomfort. It makes me feel powerful and predatory and in control. I also enjoy being able to help someone turn those negative feelings into something they can have fun with, as others have done for me with my Catholic guilt, my shame, and my feelings of being fucked up. I know what it’s like to feel uncomfortable, ashamed, and guilty about sex and my kinks, which makes it easier for me to turn that around on other people.
Repressed Boy is especially great for this because he definitely enjoys being told to do things, being told he’s good, etc., but he’s also repressed and new, so he gets uncomfortable and just starts giggling, which is wicked adorable. I also played with this with Marxman with regards to calling him “Daddy,” although that was a different kinds of dynamic because he was much more on the d side of things. It started as a joke, and he was clearly uncomfortable about it, and finally admitted it also turned him on. We stopped playing, so I can’t do that anymore. That combination of feelings, tho…Unf. Also, The Programmer got uncomfortable when I just gave him a certain look, which was delightful. Makes me want to treat him like prey.
She was kept well-hydrated but denied permission to urinate. When she inevitably wets the floor, she’ll be flogged and made to clean it up. It was an amusing game.
Bladder control/desperation is one of my favorite things.
Forced to drink a bunch of water and denied requests to go to the bathroom. Having my bladder pressed on. I think having my full bladder compressed, especially in public, is one of the hottest things someone can do.
And then, of course, the inevitable failure of the body. I have excellent stamina, so often that comes with pressing hard on my bladder or stimulating me from the inside, which is even more humiliating and uncomfortable. I can try all I want to avoid pissing all over myself, but in the end, you’re going to win.
Well, if you hadn’t guessed from some of my recent posts, I am slowly coming to the realization that I am into vore…
It is not one of my main kinks, but it is definitively a secondary one. I mean I should have realized it. People getting eaten, ogres and the big bad wolf were always part of my childhood fascination.
But… for the longest time I put aside or pushed away vore because I thought “It is not for me”, “Not my stuff”, “I strongly dislike it”. Now I just realize that it is not I dislike vore as a whole - it is just I dislike several forms and types of vore. When I was first exposed to vore, it was the “bad” vore so to speak. And now that I am discovering the “right” vore… Well shit I’m into it.
