Extreme, Perverse *fantasies*

[Slut_loves_pain]

osg

I just love reading your comments, always. I feel so less alone in my extremeness.
As I said in the 'brutal rape' thread, my fantasies are almost identical to yours, however mine have the element of being hurt beyond recognition and then held down and tattoed or branded with something like 'whore' 'ours' 'sex slave' or something like that so IF and IF I survive I truly will never forget my experience.
I have vids from Kazaa with broomsticks and girls being fucked to death, they're buried deep in my HD, lol. While they are fake as, they always produce huge tingly feelings.
I'd never put any of these thoughts into practice, but damn, they are an orgasm every time.
I have been through the real thing. I've had things inserted into myself by lovely people like my darling mother and father, strangers too that would make you cringe at ages that would make you sick, but thats another story. I think perhaps death becoming a reality and not something to be afraid of at an early age makes such fantasies possible.
I also agree with Des, in my past role (ironically as a rape crisis counsellor) I have seen and heard things that I would never ever like to happen to me, or ANYBODY ANYBODY else ever for real.
And no, I do not use anything I have been told in a work role to fantasise about. They're totally seperate and I keep em that way.

 

[Marquis]

This morning I was jerking off in the shower and right when I started to cum, the cold water went out. Here I was, getting steamed like a crab under scalding water, but busting a sweet nut nonetheless.

Does that count as BDSM? I mean, REAL BDSM.

 

[Slut_loves_pain]

gawd marquis

you are random!!!!
Hope you enjoyed yourself and your nuts arent too red

 

[Marquis]

Not that random really.

 

[Xelebes]

I personally don't have fantasies about death - but the closest one which is not sexual but just a masochistic painster fantasy of being totally brutalised by a large group - swarmed. I want to be able to laugh at them (in an internal sense) as I revel in pain.

A dark though that if brought to reality would bring immense terror instead of said humour but it is a fantasy that I sometimes have.

However the fantasies are vague like I am blind, I cannot see them. I am desentised like I am numb and the sensation is everywhere as the blows are delivered everywhere. It's all blurry and maybe that is all I like to keep it as.

 

[Mr Blonde]

Personally, my life is pretty busy and my main thrill is making my relationship work under fairly imperfect conditions. And if that relationship were to end, I'd be focused on re-adjusting and then starting a new one. My mind doesn't wander to the fringes because I am trying to live in the middle of "what I want". I honestly don't have any deep, perverse fantasies but it is interesting (in an academic, detached way) to consider how other people live and hear perspectives very different from my own.

 

[rosco rathbone]

painster

addition to lexicon noted

 

[pierced_boy]

this is for all you lovely perverts out there *looks for Mr. Rosco*....why not share your most dark, twisted, extreme sexual fantasies....the ones you'd never ever wish to make reality, the ones that perhaps make you question your own sanity?? why do you think you have such fantasies? where do you think they come from? does it disturb you that you have such thoughts?

to start things off, i'll reveal i have at times fantasized about snuff....being brutally raped, beaten and tortured until death comes to me in a very painful, gruesome way. perhaps suffocating to death with a cock down my throat....or being fully impaled vaginally on a jagged broomstick, my insides being rearranged and stirred about. the most intense fantasies involve me dying ever so slowly...being beaten, stabbed, disfigured bit by bit, being forced to serve sexually all the while. until finally my body gives out and death takes me....and my death driving my rapist(s) to an earth shattering orgasm. *shivers*.......believe it or not that is not even my most extreme fantasy.....am sad to say i have an unceasingly perverse mind.

please tell me i'm not the only one?

Imagine there there are no limits, there we are in fiction, censorship the only barrier.
Just as we all have safewords, we all have censorship.
Some willl jerkoff to snuff while the rest of the world .....

I am right, you are right

H
Oh no here comes George

 

[Netzach]

I personally don't have fantasies about death - but the closest one which is not sexual but just a masochistic painster fantasy of being totally brutalised by a large group - swarmed. I want to be able to laugh at them (in an internal sense) as I revel in pain.

A dark though that if brought to reality would bring immense terror instead of said humour but it is a fantasy that I sometimes have.

However the fantasies are vague like I am blind, I cannot see them. I am desentised like I am numb and the sensation is everywhere as the blows are delivered everywhere. It's all blurry and maybe that is all I like to keep it as.

That's hot.

 

[catalina_francisco]

Catalina...you mentioned control and power (and the need to either have them or to give them up) as potential sources for such dark fantasies. i would tend to agree. that is actually why i felt comfortable posting this here, as the drive for it all is heavily tied to my submissive nature. the need to be utterly powerless, helpless, and hopeless....and the need to be degraded to the utmost. those are the seeds of my darker fantasies...though all my fantasies contain the same basic elements, just taken to less extremes.

LOL, I have come to realise over the last year or so I do not have sexual fantasies which do not involve submission in some context and as the predominant theme more so than a small addition to the mix. I have tried to venture into the more vanilla or love focused type of fantasy as an experiment and all that happens is I lose the mood completely

as for a fantasy (particularly a snuff fantasy) being more about giving an ultimate gift of surrender, then about being simply a victim....i view my own role in these fantasies as more a victim who in the end is...grateful.

I guess it can all be looked at as being a victim, though I understand your meaning is not based on that broad a definition. I think for me why I steer away from the victim mode and go more toward the surrender and service focus has a dual purpose. First it is because the fantasy is focused on the submissiveness of the scene, and secondly I cannot maintain the heat if I allow myself to think victim mode which could ultimately result in someone feeling guilty, or worse still, having to pay for what they had done. I do not want to be responsible for bringing pain to the life of the one I would envision surrender to possible.

It is all an interesting topic to give thought to.

Catalina

 

[catalina_francisco]

Think I now know why this Kylie Minogue/Nick Cave song has been drifting through my head the past few days. Is a beautiful haunting melody though which is amongst my favourites.

Where The Wild Roses Grow
(Word and music by: nick cave)

They call me the wild rose
But my name is elisa day
Why they call me it I do not know
For my name is elisa day

From the first day I saw her I knew she was the one
As she stared in my eyes and smiled
For her lips were the colour of the roses
That grew down the river, all bloody and wild

When he knocked on my door and entered the room
My trembling subsided in his sure embrace
He would be my first man, and with a careful hand
He wiped at the tears that ran down my face

Chorus

On the second day I brought her a flower
She was more beautiful than any woman I’d seen
I said, do you know where the wild roses grow
So sweet and scarlet and free?

On the second day he came with a single red rose
Said: will you give me your loss and your sorrow?
I nodded my head, as I lay on the bed
He said, if I show you the roses will you follow?

Chorus

On the third day he took me to the river
He showed me the roses and we kissed
And the last thing I heard was a muttered word
As he stood smiling above me with a rock in his fist

On the last day I took her where the wild roses grow
And she lay on the bank, the wind light as a thief
As I kissed her goodbye, I said, all beauty must die
And lent down and planted a rose between her teeth

Chorus

Catalina

 

[catalina_francisco]

ooooops...meant to post the beautiful cover as well.

Catalina

 

[ownedsubgal]

Re: osg

I just love reading your comments, always. I feel so less alone in my extremeness.
As I said in the 'brutal rape' thread, my fantasies are almost identical to yours, however mine have the element of being hurt beyond recognition and then held down and tattoed or branded with something like 'whore' 'ours' 'sex slave' or something like that so IF and IF I survive I truly will never forget my experience.
I have vids from Kazaa with broomsticks and girls being fucked to death, they're buried deep in my HD, lol. While they are fake as, they always produce huge tingly feelings.
I'd never put any of these thoughts into practice, but damn, they are an orgasm every time.
I have been through the real thing. I've had things inserted into myself by lovely people like my darling mother and father, strangers too that would make you cringe at ages that would make you sick, but thats another story. I think perhaps death becoming a reality and not something to be afraid of at an early age makes such fantasies possible.
I also agree with Des, in my past role (ironically as a rape crisis counsellor) I have seen and heard things that I would never ever like to happen to me, or ANYBODY ANYBODY else ever for real.
And no, I do not use anything I have been told in a work role to fantasise about. They're totally seperate and I keep em that way.

Slut_loves_pain....

thank you for responding. i too am glad i'm not alone in my darker thoughts. like you i experienced all sorts of twisted sexual abuse throughout childhood, and as i was being hurt, i remember often having a single thought/prayer/wish in my head: "please let me die. please let me die"....so perhaps you have something there with death not being a fear from an early age, or in fact being a welcome, happy thought from an early age, having something to do with such fantasies.

i have quite a collection of pics depicting "snuff" and other extreme things as well.....VERY well hidden of course. but what i love even more are snuff stories, as they're usually written from the p.o.v. of the murderer/rapist, and really do go deep into the psyche of one who has such a drive. i see myself as the victim who, after realizing the end is inevitable, gives up any pretense of fighting or defending herself, and simply surrenders completely to her attacker/s....obeying their every whim as if it will save her life, yet knowing it will not. crawling/scuttling to suck a cock, tho with every limb smashed with a bat, or crowbar...riding a cock as she never has before, with blood gurgling out the mouth. determined to at least be pleasing, even as she takes her last breaths. *shivers*....yes, that is where i see myself.

 

[ownedsubgal]

Think I now know why this Kylie Minogue/Nick Cave song has been drifting through my head the past few days. Is a beautiful haunting melody though which is amongst my favourites.

Where The Wild Roses Grow
(Word and music by: nick cave)

They call me the wild rose
But my name is elisa day
Why they call me it I do not know
For my name is elisa day

From the first day I saw her I knew she was the one
As she stared in my eyes and smiled
For her lips were the colour of the roses
That grew down the river, all bloody and wild

When he knocked on my door and entered the room
My trembling subsided in his sure embrace
He would be my first man, and with a careful hand
He wiped at the tears that ran down my face

Chorus

On the second day I brought her a flower
She was more beautiful than any woman I’d seen
I said, do you know where the wild roses grow
So sweet and scarlet and free?

On the second day he came with a single red rose
Said: will you give me your loss and your sorrow?
I nodded my head, as I lay on the bed
He said, if I show you the roses will you follow?

Chorus

On the third day he took me to the river
He showed me the roses and we kissed
And the last thing I heard was a muttered word
As he stood smiling above me with a rock in his fist

On the last day I took her where the wild roses grow
And she lay on the bank, the wind light as a thief
As I kissed her goodbye, I said, all beauty must die
And lent down and planted a rose between her teeth

Chorus

Catalina

that song is now on my christmas list

 

[catalina_francisco]

that song is now on my christmas list

LOL, thought it might be. If you can download the video it might appeal to you also...is as beautiful as the melody and plays out the story of the lyrics. The song was featured on a Nick Cave album 'Murder Ballads' which was as the title suggests, an album of songs about murder from various perspectives and times, and also featured other artists in duet with him. His voice and style are perfect for this song.

Catalina

 

[Etoile]

My comment is about censorship rather than fantasies.

Perhaps we could take a page from the self-injury websites and mention in the thread title that this is a potential trigger? That way the thread contents can be left alone while still informing visitors that the thread may be disturbing to some viewers. (Kind of like one of those warnings they post on TV, too, before the surgery shows.)

 

[catalina_francisco]

My comment is about censorship rather than fantasies.

Perhaps we could take a page from the self-injury websites and mention in the thread title that this is a potential trigger? That way the thread contents can be left alone while still informing visitors that the thread may be disturbing to some viewers. (Kind of like one of those warnings they post on TV, too, before the surgery shows.)

That is a good idea Etoile, though I think perhaps it should be more about the whole board. The reason I say that is because what triggers one person may not trigger another and sometimes it can be the most innocent of comments or topics which set off a chain of emotions that can't easily be stopped. Also sometimes the person may not be aware it is going to have that effect on them until it happens.

Catalina

 

[esclave_PP]

Yes I think that is a good idea too -- like in the title of the topic:

"Warning: Extreme, Pervere fantasies"

Or something like that -- is that what you are thinking Etoile?

 

[bridgeburner]

Nah, I think that I'm just going to start talking about all my extreme fantasies as if I'm actively planning to perpetrate them on the innocent populace. ;->


-B

 

[Nackereia]

Yes I think that is a good idea too -- like in the title of the topic:

"Warning: Extreme, Pervere fantasies"

Or something like that -- is that what you are thinking Etoile?

Isn't it kinda obvious that there will be extreme perverse fantasies? cause the title is "Extreme Perverse Fantasies." Surely people don't expect you to be talking about bunnies and rainbows and sunshine

 

[Etoile]

Yes I think that is a good idea too -- like in the title of the topic:

"Warning: Extreme, Pervere fantasies"

Or something like that -- is that what you are thinking Etoile?

Well, the SI sites I was referring to specifically use the word "trigger." People who have suffered with SI know that "trigger" means reading the text behind the link or looking at those pictures might make them want to self-injure right then and there. So as long as there were some obvious term that meant "this might upset you" then that would count.

I do agree with Nackereia, though. When I saw the thread title and saw that osg was the thread starter, I figured it could be pretty violent. So I was prepared when I came in. I'm not suggesting people should all be stereotyped for their posting style, but the title certainly does give a clue. Then again, "extreme" and "perverse" are pretty vague terms; perhaps "gore" or "death" or "injury" or something else would be suitable.

 

[BiBunny]

I'm bumping this one because of a conversation I was having with someone earlier. Hope nobody minds.

 

[Slapham]

Ive never had any fantasies about death, but i have always found the act of drinking blood truly erotic. I dont consider myself a vampire or anything, but given the chance i would definately be willing to explore that part of my sexuality.

 

[madetotakeit]

I'm not going to share what they are, but I will acknowledge that they are there.They always start out based on experience but go to a much darker level; a place where I am stripped of humanity and devoid of choice. There is violence, there is force, and there is blood. They never go past the point of survival because they are fed off of my survivals both mentally and physically.

Great fodder for the imagination. They never fail to provide the most intense orgasms. The ones that drain you of all energy where all you can do is drift to sleep unable to move.

 

[Marquis]

during an argument, lo made a vague statement about "keeping something for herself." when we walked into our building, I told her I wanted it. she said no. I chased her up the stairs and ripped her clothes from her body many floors before our own. I asked her, again, if I could have it. she surrendered. I felt a great sense of victory when she said it was mine. It wasn't until much later that I asked what "it" was, that she intended to keep, "for herself".

When no one is looking (especially you), C is still my pleasing little whore. Yesterday, I kissed C in front of her mother. For the first time; since we unofficially became "poly" and officially "broke up". There was a moment before that kiss that felt like an eternity, but the 2nd kiss took no longer, and seemed like half an instant later. C, her mommy and myself, were all in great shock, except for her mommy.

I proof.

Sometimes
on a lark
I sleep with my head
at the foot of the bed
and my feet
at the headboard,
and smile about it
all night long.