Naughty Secrets (29 page)

I would love for a cop to pull me over for a traffic violation, then tell me to follow him. He would take me to an alley and
force his authority on me, if you get my drift.

One of my favorite fantasies is that I’m a sexual guinea pig. I am in a glass room, suspended by something hanging from the
ceiling, with my elbows and knees resting lightly on a doctor’s table below me. Men in white coats are outside the room, watching
me through a window as one of them manipulates long tools through a box in the wall. He arbitrarily inserts and withdraws
a variety of instruments into both my pussy and ass. Little pads with wires are connected to my clit, my nipples, and my face,
measuring my reaction to the stimuli. The man gets rather carried away and eventually brings me to a shuddering orgasm as
his coworkers come in their pants at his side.

I like to fantasize about having a “boy-toy” (a grown submissive man) who lives at our house just to serve me, whenever my
husband is busy or too tired. When my husband is not too busy he is incorporated into our play in a very subservient role.

I like making my toy do things that he wouldn’t do on his own, like suck my husband’s cock, or bend over and spread his cheeks
for an “inspection” while my husband watches and laughs. He always prepares my body for my husband’s use by licking me completely
clean… every inch… and I cannot possibly be considered clean if I haven’t come at least once. Then, if he’s good, he may play
with himself while he watches us fuck. If he’s been really, really good, my husband might let him fuck my ass while I’m sucking
my husband’s cock.

I am confined in a specially made box that keeps me on my knees with my chest against the box’s cold, wooden floor. My breasts
hang down through two large holes and my ass and cunt are pushed against an opening behind me. I can’t see anything while
my box and I are sent out on the street. All sorts of men come up and play with my nipples and fuck me all the time… and I
can’t see them at all.

I’ve fantasized about being “made” to have sex with my husband exactly the way he wants it. I dream about being totally controlled
by him, having him tell me everything to do, and smacking me if I don’t perform correctly. It probably sounds strange, but
it really turns me on sometimes. I’ve never told him because I think he’d find it weird.

I fantasize about being turned into a female, dressed in silky underwear, a filmy blouse, and a tight skirt. I’m given breasts,
I don’t know how, and raped by strap-on–wearing women over and over. I’m turned into a slut, used over and over until I am
sore, whimpering. I would like to act out a less painful version of it.

I fantasize that my wife locks me in a chastity belt for an entire year. During that year she teases and arouses me to an
impossible level of sexual excitement and frustration while never allowing me release. At times during the year, she restrains
me and removes the chastity belt. During this time she teases me, strokes and sucks me, massages me, constantly promising
me that I will finally be given that ever-precious orgasm. Then she will deny me and lock me back in the chastity belt. I
would
love
to act this fantasy out.

One of my favorites is a rape fantasy, one that I played out with a girlfriend several years ago. Let me make this clear—she
was willing. Very willing. She and I had kidded about it in our sexual games, and we decided to make it happen.

To act out the fantasy she left her back door open, and was watching TV. I “snuck” in, slipped behind her, and gagged her.
She struggled, but not enough to alert the neighbors or anything. I had a toy water pistol, which I used to subdue her. I
did her on the floor, with her trying to get away all the time, then spanked her and took her upstairs. There I threatened
her and made her blow me. When she bit my dick lightly, I spanked her some more, then I left her tied up and went outside.

After about an hour I returned, used my key to get in, and “found” her still struggling to untie herself. We made mad, passionate
love. It was great.

I love to think about being totally controlled by my partner, yet knowing that it is a completely safe situation. One of the
fantasies I love involves a “pleasure chamber” where my lover blindfolds me, cuffs my hands together, and attaches me to a
hook in the ceiling, leaving my body totally available to him to play with. I told my long-distance boyfriend about it once,
then thought no more about it.

Much to my surprise, on one of my trips out to see him, my boyfriend made it come true. He has a room that used to be his
daughter’s dance studio and is now seldom used. The walls are mirrored. Well, when I arrived I found that he had installed
this hook in the ceiling with a large cushioned stool under it and silk scarves to restrain me with. It was really exciting.
He suspended me and tantalized me with all manner of wonderful things from vibrators to feathers before releasing me so we
could make love on the sofa. What an incredible experience that was!

For me: The idea of soft bondage—where I cannot move and she works my body to bring me up and down until I am absolutely begging
for climax—makes me crazy. My partner doesn’t like to tie me down, so we pretend and I keep still as long as I can while she
loves me. After a time I “have” to move. Being truly unable to move would be more intense.

For her: Sometimes she likes me to hold her down and pin her hands back while I am on top or hold them at her side while I
lick her. She says it makes her feel wanted. My fantasy is to tie her down, first on her back, then on her stomach, and give
her pleasure until she passes out. Or—tie her to a sex swing and do the same.

Here are a few letters from writers who have brought elements of control into their love life.

Complete trust makes complete submission possible. We have done what some might consider fairly mild bondage—blindfolding,
icing nipples (but never hot waxing). We’ve learned over the years that so much of the idea of control is tied to the place
your head is, and to make that even better we carefully choose our tone of voice and language.

I have both controlled and been in control. I found that I don’t like being controlled nearly as well. I love being in control
of a “sub,” someone I barely know.

We’ve played some domination games, complete with restraints (soft rope, scarves, handcuffs). Usually my wife is dominant.
It’s only an occasional game with us.

I remember one night I spent with a friend. It was understood that there was no romantic interest between us, but there sure
was a ton of chemistry. He was more than a little kinky, and I was more than a little curious.

For eight hours I was tied up in more directions than I can possibly describe, while he entertained himself with an entire
suitcase full of toys, ramming and jamming them in every orifice he could find. I lost count of how many times I came, but
I know a whole lot of inhibitions went out the window that night as he taught me more about my body than I had ever imagined.
I was also pleasantly amazed that he came four separate times. It was phenomenal, and all about fun and pleasure.

Yes! Yes!
I would love to try it with my wife. Before I was married I placed myself under the total control of a Mistress for a whole
weekend.

Unforgettable!

The best sex I ever had was the first time my wife blindfolded me and tied me to the bed. I lay waiting in anticipation for
something to happen. Nothing did for several agonizing minutes.

Then I heard her vibrator and her moans as she played with herself in front of my helpless body. She told me every detail
of what she was doing and I was forced to just listen and imagine. This drove me wild, and I was harder than I have ever been
before. It lasted for about ten minutes, but seemed like an eternity at the time.

When I heard her moan as she climaxed and felt the bed shake I almost came all over myself without any touching. She lightly
touched me, and put her come-soaked fingers in my mouth. She then sucked me slowly and lovingly for a long, long time, not
letting me come.

After she had me worked up into a frenzy, she used her hand and mouth on me at the same time, squeezing me tightly and going
up and down very slowly. Right before I was ready to erupt, she slid her vibrator between my cheeks and rubbed it lightly
across my anus, without penetrating. It was the first type of anal play that I had experienced, and I literally exploded,
sending strong jets of semen everywhere. It was definitely the most powerful orgasm I had ever experienced.

A
s with other fantasies, pain is something that is usually left in the imagination. Of those who responded to my survey, 30%
of the women and 43% of the men wrote that they had fantasized (or acted out) “pain as pleasure.” Most qualified their answers—
only slight pain, meant not as torture, but as an enhancement to lovemaking. Some wanted to administer the pain, others wanted
to receive it. A few were anxious to experience either one. Why? Who knows or cares? It’s just something that arouses some
people. Here’s what some had to say.

I do not want to experience something that is very painful. Slight pain that is meant for pleasure is fine, but nothing harming.
I would never go for the whips or anything like that. I have never experienced pain other than the slight pain during my first
sexual experience but I think it might be exciting.

Maybe I’d like a good spanking followed by hot, hot sex. I’d like to be administering the whip, not striking the skin, just
making it snap close to my lover’s ear.

When I was young, I went to a cottage with my girlfriend; her older brother was there with his friends. I saw a decorative
whip hanging on the wall over a fieldstone fireplace. While everyone was in the kitchen getting food ready, I took it down.
There I was, alone in the great room, wielding that whip. I hadn’t noticed that every time it snapped, I moaned as if I was
being struck. One of the brother’s friends was watching me with this look in his eyes that I didn’t understand at that time.
Now I wish I had pursued it.

I’ve never tried it but light slapping might be fun. I’d want to be the slappee, not the slapper. I guess I like being the
center of attention.

I don’t fantasize about pain as pleasure for myself, but I have done some role playing where I spanked a naughty “schoolgirl”
for neglecting her homework. It was really erotic and exciting.

Not real pain, but I have fantasized about being spanked (not hard) with a hand (no paddles or anything like that) while making
love, or building up to it. I think I’d like the “bad little girl” thing like
The Story of O,
being restrained and letting him have his way with me. Perhaps just the quick slap on the ass while taking me from the back
would be a turn-on. I really have to think more about this one.

I would love to have candle wax dripped over me, have proper nipple clamps attached to my body, be gagged and bound and whipped.
I love my nipples being twisted—so I expect I’ll enjoy other tortures, too.

I fantasize about pain during sex, especially on my nipples. I would love my wife to pinch them really hard or bite them before
and during sex. I know it would get me erect, and produce explosive orgasms. She wouldn’t break the skin, but there would
be bruises for days.

One time she accidentally kneed me in the nuts. I almost threw up, it hurt so much, but afterward we had sex three times in
a four-hour period.