Fantasy Vignettes

I keep intending to write out a sexual fantasy of things I’d like to do but perhaps we haven’t done or haven’t done often. But today I find myself thinking more about short scenes – just impressions of what’s going on rather than full-fledged stories.

I imagine being a slave for an evening. Being made to sit on the floor and having my body used at any and all times. I imagine being collared the whole time and quiet.  Perhaps Sir would have a party, and I’d serve the guests who would be free to grope me. I’d be the main source of entertainment for the evening. I’d have to dress in a very revealing, sexy outfit that kept my breasts and pussy available at all times. I would get used by male and female guests alike. I would have to get his permission for any and everything – using the bathroom, having something to eat, sitting down.

I imagine having to wear a butt plug around the house. He’d lube it up, slide it in and I’d pull my panties up (to hold it in). I would be keenly aware of being filled up at all times. Maybe he’d put it in just before we leave to go to a club – and I would have to wear it en-route.

I imagine being in bondage – such that I cannot defend myself. Perhaps my wrists would be cuffed together – either behind my back or in front of me. And my ankles would be cuffed together as well. A gag would complete the look. He’d be able to touch me any way he wanted, and he’d tease me with his touch. I’d be aware of how helpless I am at that point in time. Perhaps he’d uncuff my ankles if I needed to get up, but keep my arms bound. He’d enjoy watching me struggle to move while bound. He’d force me to come over and over until I either begged him to stop or passed out. Maybe he’d use the dreaded clover clamps on my nipples when I can’t possibly take them off myself. He’d shove his cock in my mouth and make me suck him.

I imagine him hypnotizing me. Taking me on a sexual journey completely in my head. I imagine him putting me in a trance and planting the suggestion that I will come on cue without any contact. I imagine him having sex with me while I’m in a trance state.

I imagine him shoving his cock down my throat so that I choke on it. He keeps fucking my mouth making me gag and the saliva runs down my chin. Eventually, he comes in my mouth and I have to show it to him before I can swallow. At another time, he comes in my ass.

I imagine us doing a scene where I pretend to be innocent and not willing. It would be so hot to be forced to suck his cock, or have him forcefully undress me then molest me. I want to struggle a bit. I want him to slap my face. I want him to make me submit.

I imagine he’d gag me so that I couldn’t be too loud, and then he’d give me several sharp smacks with the cane, so that I’m left with angry red welts on my ass.

I imagine he takes a knife (fairly dull) and runs it along my body. Turning me on by making me nervous and reminding me of how much control he has. I hold very, very still as he runs it near delicate areas like my neck and my cunt.

I imagine he pierces up and down my back. We take pictures. He fucks me hard as I enjoy the endorphin rush afterward.