FOREWORD (69 page)

Her feet are lovely and she is walking on her toes. She leads me to a huge town square, also crowded with thousands of women. She sits above me in a large chair in the center of the square, and forces me to kneel before it, making me keep my knees open wide so all can see my swollen penis. She now points her finger down at me and shouts a command heard all over the square, to kiss and suck her bare feet, which I do obediently, for eternity, while all the women look on and laugh and cheer. I remain there on my knees kissing the feet of my queen, bound, naked, and shorn for the rest of my days.

When we are told a story about a witch changing a man into a dog, we smile. It is merely a fable. A story about how a man gets sexual pleasure by wearing a dog collar and groveling at a woman’s foot horrifies and fascinates, repels and attracts; we want to hear more. The sexual desires of men like Dr. Lewis Brown and Ronald (both above) may sound like the love life of Martians, but they touch a chord in us all.

Humiliation is such a powerful emotion that it literally makes some people want to die. “I wished the ground would open up and swallow me.” A boy who is shamed by his parents or schoolmates,
but who is powerless to retaliate,
must develop subtle defenses: Fantasies of humiliation begin when the child decides he cannot affect the intolerable outer Men In Love

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reality in which he lives. He changes his emotions instead.

While the sadist identifies with the aggressor, and so comes to be one himself, the masochist learns to love what he is expected to hate, thus consolidating his own identity, even if it is as a victim.

It is a strange victory, an acceptance of death-in-life over death itself. How this happens, how pain can be used to lead to orgasm, remains a mystery.

Dr. Lewis Brown’s fantasy tries to work out a way to bear unbearable defeat. The woman is taken away from him by a more powerful sexual rival just the way dad took mother away from her son every night. When Lewis tries to fight back, he is beaten, humiliated, and finally castrated – the very fears Freud names as felt by the little boy who is angry at his big, strong father. In the end, however, fantasy works its magic, reversing the flow of power. Does the sight of his tormentors happily fucking away deliver the final crushing blow to the castrated Dr. Brown? No, it gives him his penis back, with a “monstrous large erection” at that!

Ronald’s scenario suggests an even earlier time of life; it is dominated by a female giantess, with no other men around.

She undresses him like a baby and even puts him back to the time when he had no pubic hair. In his fantasy, “I look like a newborn child.”

What better revenge on all women in his life who made him feel ashamed of his naked sex than that the woman herself “force” Ronald to display his swollen penis to all the world? He has rebelliously turned women’s authoritative no into an absurdist farce, where the more she insults him, the more she arouses him. “You can’t hurt me,” says the masochist’s fantasy. “In fact, you may think you’re punishing me; but instead, you’ve given me such pleasure I’ve just had an orgasm!”

It is a strangely triumphant world the masochist lives in.

Despite all outward appearances, he is never defeated. He always has the last laugh, an orgasmic one.

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CLIFFORD

Here are two of my fantasies. (They are only fantasies. I’m sure I could never fulfill them, even if I got the opportunity.) I am a white male in my mid-twenties. I am a graduate student in geology. Though recently married, I could never tell my wife about these secret dreams. I don’t think she is ready to share such thoughts. We have a great sex life, even if it is rather conventional.

Most of my fantasies center on female domination and mild forms of bondage. I am not masochistic; I don’t relish pain, only the thought of being dominated by women. I don’t consider myself a latent transvestite, although the thought of dressing in women’s clothes excites me.

The type of woman that attracts me is either older or much younger than I am. In my fantasy, I meet a beautiful woman at a party. She takes me to an empty room where she hypnotizes me. While under hypnosis, I tell her all about my secret desires.

The next evening, I get a telephone call from the woman.

She tells me that she is going to a costume party in a few days and wants me to go with her – dressed as a woman. She asks me if I have ever worn women’s clothes before, and I tell her I haven’t. Then she reads me a list of items to buy and to bring over to her place the next evening.

The following evening, I go to her place with the items.

She tells me to undress, take a hot shower and shave twice.

Then she comes into the bathroom and inspects my nude body. She comments about how small she thinks my cock is and says how it will be no problem to conceal.

She then has me put on the black lace bikini panties that I had purchased; she helps me put on makeup: eyeshadow, false eyelashes, mascara, and bright red lipstick.

Then she helps me put on my long blond wig, my black bra and falsies, my black mesh stockings, and black lace garter belt. And then I put on the white frilly blouse with long sleeves, a skirt, and high-heeled shoes. And to finish my Men In Love

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costume, she has me put on bright red fingernail polish. After my nails are dry, she teaches me how to walk in the high heels; and I parade around the house for her.

Then she drives me home. On the way to my place, she jokes about what would happen if the car ran out of gas – that I would have to walk to a service station in my costume.

At my house, she comes in and tells me what other outfits she wants me to buy and then she takes all of my undershorts from my drawer and tells me that from then on I must always wear women’s panties instead of shorts. And she tells me that as soon as I get home from work each day, I must change into women’s clothes and wear them for at least an hour. She says that at night I must wear women’s nighties, and she takes away all my pajamas to make sure.

After a week of following her instructions, she calls me and tells me to dress up and come over to her place in costume. When I get there, she tells me that she has been checking up on me and that I have been a very good

“girl.”

She then makes me take off my panties. Then she opens her purse and shows me a number of obturators. They are all made of white plastic and have varying lengths and diameters. But each one has a wide flat base and a slight knob at the tip. She says we had probably better start with the smallest, so she takes it from her purse, dips the tip in a jar of Vaseline. Then she has me bend over and she inserts the white shaft all the way into my asshole. She then has me put my tight bikini panties back on which keeps the obturator firmly in place.

She then takes me next door to meet her girl friend. The thrill of being shown off to a beautiful girl in my costume is greatly increased by the constant feeling of penetration – the penetration of the shaft up my ass.

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days, she calls to tell me to come over in costume that night for a special surprise. When I arrive, I find about a dozen other women there with her. After parading me around, she announces her reason for inviting them there – that I am going to put on a special demonstration for them.

With the women all sitting on chairs in a circle around me, she first makes me lick her pussy and every other pussy in the circle. Each woman makes sure that I give special attention to her clit; and when each woman is turned on by my cuntsucking, I crawl to the next pussy. After I complete the circle, she makes me remove my blouse, skirt, and panties.

Then she takes something out of her purse. It is a large dildo, as large as my own erect cock. But the dildo is not just an imitation cock. It is as lifelike as can be. Flesh colored, with even the bulging veins of a throbbing real male organ. It even has a scrotum with balls.

After pointing out to the women how much better the dildo is than my limp prick, she makes me crawl over to her and kiss the dildo. Then I take my tongue and start to lick the large glans, the head of the huge cock. Slowly she starts sliding the cock in and out of my mouth. With the dildo slick with my own saliva, she has me insert it in my asshole. And while shouting encouragement (like “Fuck it!” and “Shove it up your ass!” and “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”) I fuck myself and love every inch of it.

ROY

I am white, married, male, age twenty-five with two children. My wife is twenty-five also. I envision the following fantasy before sexual intercourse and sometimes during the day when my thoughts turn toward sex. I rarely fantasize during sex because I’m usually living the emotions and feelings of the moment. I have always entertained the idea of bondage and submission so in my fantasy my wife plays the role of “boss.” I often imagine what the beautiful Men In Love

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body of a young girl looks like as she walks down the street, but I like my wife in my fantasies, because it makes them seem more real to me.

I imagine that my wife (Jane) enters a room where I’m reading or eating and announces that there are things to do around the house that I’ve left undone. She explains how this type of behavior is a direct challenge to her authority, and that she sees no other choice than to punish me for the work I have left undone and also to demonstrate that she is in charge. I am startled and my face becomes flushed, for I had no idea that I had done wrong and am almost amused at this blatant display of power. Jane doesn’t look amused, however, and orders me to remove all my clothes. I stand up and comply, thinking that I’ll go along with this game just to see what happens. When I am naked, she quickly ties my hands behind my back. She then raises my joined arms over my head and ties my hands to a rope hanging from a nine-foot ceiling. At this point I am really hoping this is a game, for if it is not, I could be in a very dangerous position. My cock doesn’t seem to care one way or the other because it grows until it is fully erect and throbbing. Jane, with a black leather riding crop in her hand, points to my erect cock and says, “I don’t remember giving you permission to get hard, Roy! This is a punishment, not sexual intercourse!” She then whaps my cock on the end with her crop. It stings and I instinctively try to cover my genitals by raising my legs, but to no avail. Then she lectures me on the sound practice of completing all household chores before indulging in any other type of activity. While saying this she smacks my ass, thighs, nipples, stomach, legs, back, even slaps my balls once. She tells me that I will have to experience many things before I am purged of guilt. I also realize that this is really punishment and not a game at a!! (but I also love it).

Jane then takes a ten-inch candle and while she’s greasing it in front of me she explains how I’m going to feel, what it’s like to be fucked. She orders me to lean forward slightly, which the ropes allow me to do, she spreads the cheeks of my Nancy Friday

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ass apart and slides the candle up my anus little by little. She asks me how it feels to be fucked and slaps my cock with her hand. I yell and she puts a piece of tape on my mouth, “to shut you up!” She then places two spring clothespins on my nipples. I squirm and squirm and my cock gets harder and harder. I. just wish she would touch my cock, suck it, pull on it, anything so I can squirt and have relief. She senses my urgency and announces that she will not pull me off because it “makes such a mess.” She then begins to take off her clothes, piece by piece, caressing herself; spreading the lips of her cunt apart, and using a large dildo on herself. Seeing this makes my cock jump up and down and makes me want to come all over her. She holds her wet fingers under my nose, exciting me all the more. She walks behind me and pushes the candle in my anus another inch, which makes my cock jump again. Clear, sticky fluid appears at the tip of my cock, dripping down to the floor. Jane sees this and tells me I’ve just earned further punishment and places a large rubber band tight around the base of my cock. Just to make sure that I don’t make a mess, she places a smaller rubber band around the head of my cock and begins to pour oil all over my cock and balls. She massages my cock with both hands and pulls on my balls, watching my face contort with pleasure. In a few seconds, orgasmic spasms shake my cock, but no sperm squirts off. Jane laughs and says, “What’s the matter? Don’t you know how to come?” My body aches, especially my balls because my sperm was trapped inside of me. She eases the candle in a little further and readjusts the clothespins. She then cuts the rope that held my hands over my head and lets my arms fall behind me, hands still tied. She then secures a small nylon rope back behind my balls and over the base of my cock, grabbing all my genitals tightly. She has a lead rope to hold on to and gives the rope a couple of jerks, forcing me to do her bidding. She rips the tape off my mouth and tells me to suck the dildo she had in her cunt. I hungrily open my mouth and suck it like it’s candy. She pulls it out of my mouth and tells me to suck her cunt. I get on my knees and Men In Love

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suck and suck. Jane comes on my face and makes me lick her very clean. She turns around and bends over, saying that her asshole needs cleaning also. I begin to lick her anus, discovering that it’s clean; she just wants to humiliate me though and makes me lick it and stick my tongue inside.

My fantasy usually ends here because Jane makes me do things like this for hours, never letting me come. I would not like to manifest the fantasy physically, because I wouldn’t like some of the more severe pains; however, a little pain would be fun, I think.

ZACK

In reality, I’m a very gentle person, with no desire to hurt anyone (or have anyone hurt me). But in fantasy, the opposite can be exciting. A lot of times when my wife seems unreasonable and cranky, I have no desire to make love to her. In fact, the natural inclination is to strike back, which I simply don’t do. Little does she realize how drastically she is punished when she is out of sorts (as we all get at times).