#things i want to try

brilliantlybeloved:

mydandelionprincess:

What a pretty present you’d make, dandelion

I have many presents in store for You!

I want to be tied up and left under a tree as a gift.

firmmaster:

dominantbydefault:

Clothes are never more than disposable around here

I hate to think you’re uncomfortable

Hnng. This picture.

I still haven’t had clothes cut off me. I really need this to happen soon. A thrift store run is in my near future!

I kind of like this.

I don’t actually enjoy being fully restrained, like when Reaction Junkie lays on top of me and holds my arms and legs in, next to my body. It triggers a panic response that sometimes makes me freak out. Of course, that’s fun it its own way and for different reasons, but in the moment it isn’t exactly sexy.

This, on the other hand, seems like a good compromise. I’d be mostly restrained, not able to move my limbs together or apart, but not in such an all-encompassing way that I’d panic. And unlike with rope, it seems like there’d be little wiggle room. I’d be unable to shift around or roll away. Once secured, I’d be helpless, unable to even try to resist whatever was being done to me.

I’d be vulnerable, able to be teased, pleasured, used, hurt, rented out, played with. A Hitachi on my clit. A cock in my cunt, my ass, my mouth. A pussy over my face. Fists hitting me. “Use Me” above my holes. Piss streaming over me. Slaps to the face. Hands all over me.

And not a thing I could do to get away.

bdsmafterthoughts:

Captured and tortured with pleasure.

What can’t duct tape do?

(Also, I’ve never had a forced orgasm, but I bet it could happen with the right story whispered in my ear as I lay bound to the bed with a vibe pressed to my clit.)

Right now I’d like to be at someone’s feet, crying and begging.

I want to be beaten and hurt and told what an awful person I am, how terrible I’ve been, how much I deserve what I’m getting. I’ll ask what they’re talking about. I’ll try to say I don’t know what they mean, that I haven’t done anything. I’ll express confusion, exasperation, anger. I’ll tell them I wasn’t expecting this scene and I don’t know what they want me to do, that I’m no good at roleplay, especially unexpected roleplay. All to no avail. The kicking, punching, kneeing, elbowing, smacking continue.

Finally, I’ll throw myself at their feet and beg. Beg for it to stop. Beg to be forgiven, apologizing over and over again despite having no idea what I’m even apologizing for. I want to wrap myself around their feet, curling around them as they continue to hurt me, kissing their boots, hugging their legs, and sobbing. I want to work myself into a frenzy of tears and shaking and “I’m sorry, please stop, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, please, I’ll never do it again, I’m sorry” until I’ve reached an almost meditative state of hysterical groveling.

mistersadister:

This would be awful for me. Being ignored is one of those things (along with feeling like I’m replaceable/not important/second best/a second choice/not worth effort, and comments about how I get off or how long it takes me) that I dislike on a level that risks bringing me out of a headspace or scene because it tips off actual issues. These things are limits when I play with most people, and even with people who own me/I’m very close to, pushing these boundaries requires thought and care, along with an awareness and acceptance that the play may very well have to stop in the middle or at least change course.

I do enjoy objectification, but the flavor of objectification that I like is more active. I want to be treated like an object and talked about like I’m an object, but I want these things to happen while I’m being used. I like being told that I don’t get a say because objects don’t have rights or opinions. I enjoy having someone use me to teach someone else how to do something while only speaking to the other person and talking about me like an object I like being told women are objects for men to use and that their (my) purpose is to bring pleasure and entertainment to men.

I truly hate the idea of being left alone in a room as a piece of furniture or decoration. Even if there were other people there, I would hate it if I was being entirely ignored. Being totally ignored for more than a little while would be too much, although I am somewhat interested in having someone I trust test that limit. It would have to be done carefully, and definitely on a one-on-one basis at first, but I think it would be a valuable experience and I’m curious how I would reaction.

A comment about me/said for my benefit every so often, even (especially?) a degrading comment or a misogynistic comment would soften the being ignored enough that I could stand it, if just barely. Even worse would be saying things about issues I care about or about me personally that the speaker knows I would feel the need to respond to. I wouldn’t be able to respond, of course, since objects can’t talk or argue. Being touched (either kindly or cruelly) and having to fight my natural reactions and hold position would also up the unpleasantness factor.

So long as there are little reminders that no I’m not being completely ignored because of course everyone is aware that the adorable, sexy, naked girl is right there and they’re all amused/aroused/entertained by treating her like an object, I could stand this sort of thing. I still think it would be punishment, especially with people trying to goad me into responding while I seethe and struggle not to talk back or move in response to their taunts and touches, but it would be the kind of punishment I would be able to abide by and handle.

bdsm-place:

Loads’a’rope - I like ;)

*Shudder*

Being immobilized and completely restrained in this way, or something similar, would probably give me some sort of panic attack.

I want to try it.

I still need to have clothes cut off me, destroying them in the process.

If it doesn’t happen before camp, I’ll make sure it happens there. Actually, I want it to happen there either way.