Most bestialization scripts are a lot sexier than the shit we do with real pets. I always have this idea that someday, all the golden retrievers are going to freak out and say: why? Why? Why do you keep throwing the stick after we fetch it? Are you crazy?
C.f. Eddie Izzard’s “Cats and Dogs”
I would get so frustrated you doing that over and over again.
(Source: farmd0g)
Virginity as torture:
“Teach me, O, please teach me,” she started in again, “I want to be like you. I’ll do anything you tell me. Promise me you’ll take me with you when you go back to that place Jacqueline told me about.”
“You’re too young,” O said.
“No, I’m not too young, I’m fifteen going on sixteen,” she cried out angrily. “I’m not too young. Ask Sir Stephen,” she said, for he had just entered the room.
Natalie was granted permission to remain with O, and extracted the promise that she would be taken to Roissy. But Sir Stephen forbade O to teach her the least caress, not even a kiss on the lips, and also gave strict instructions that O was not to allow Natalie to kiss her. He had every intention of having her reach Roissy completely untouched by hands or lips. By way of compensation, what he did demand, since Natalie was loath to leave O, was that she not leave her a single moment, that she witness O caressing both Jacqueline and himself, that she be present when O yielded to him and when he whipped her, or when she was flogged by old Norah. The kisses with which O smothered her sister, O’s mouth glued to her, made Natalie quiver with jealousy and hate. But glowering on the carpet in the alcove, at the foot of O’s bed, like little Dinarzade at the foot of Scheherazade’s bed, she watched each time that O, tied to the wooden balustrade, writhed and squirmed beneath the riding crop, saw O on her knees humbly receiving Sir Stephen’s massive upright sex in her mouth, saw her, prostrate, spread her own buttocks with both hands to offer him the after passage - she witnessed all these things with no other feelings but those of admiration, envy, and impatience.
That’s a brank, or “scold’s bridle”. It’s going to gag her and hurt her mouth. I like her mixture of fear and obedience; she’s opening wide for it to go in, but that doesn’t mean she’s excited about it.
This is lovely and nasty and frightening. She looks scared under all that steel.
open wide
A little while back, I posted an image of a statue of a girl doing this, and mentioned how scared I was of it. Here’s the real thing. It makes me antsy just looking at it, and then I think about how relieved he’ll feel when his buttocks finally touch the “balls” at the base.
Mmmnnnnooo…
(via obeymistresslily)
This clip, I assume a preview, is about a minute long. The poor girl is having her breasts hurt, and—as you can see at the end—she’s not even tied down. I like it because it focuses on her face, rather than on what’s happening to her. And she is definitely (like me) of the school that believes nothing terrible can happen as long as you’re watching closely enough. Doesn’t work, of course.
I remember one thing that changed my perspective (oddly enough) was passage below in Jan Thor’s Autobiography, which I doubt is autobiographical. The story is kind of an extreme BDSM fantasy, but I related to the submissive and masochistic elements in it. In that context, cosmetic surgery “made sense” to me for the first time. But I was aware that most people would have far more concerns about the BDSM than about the surgery. I felt like it was a wake-up call to be more tolerant of people’s choices about their bodies.
One of my lover’s aunts had died and bequeathed him (and his brothers) a part of her estate…it was enough to fulfill a long cherished desire without his ultimately having to add too much of his own money. He told me he’d have my breasts enlarged, showing me photos of what he imagined. I was amazed by these pictures: I had always thought of Pamela Anderson Lee as having large breasts, but these pictures certainly proved me wrong!
At first I was shocked: in no way was he going to force me to do anything against my will. And I think that had I resisted completely, he would not have persisted. He explained that he wanted me to get such large breasts in order to subjugate me. Whenever my shoulders hurt from the weight of the breasts or whenever people stared at me on the street, I would be reminded that I was his property and that he could do with me what he desired.
When he described it to me in those terms, I was no longer totally averse to obeying him….But I shuddered at the thought of what my friends would have to say when they saw me with my new breasts. And then my parents! Neither my friends nor my parents knew of the nature of the relationship between my life’s partner and me, and I thought I’d never be able to leave the house again.
I was in a terrible dilemma, for I didn’t want to be disobedient either. My lover pointed out that the appeal of the whole thing lay in the fact that I couldn’t hide these breasts from anyone. He even intimated that he would leave me, although he never said it in so many words. In the end I agreed to it.
Here’s a more traditional cunnilingus image, but the treatment is spectacular. The look on the domme’s face! OMG. So disdainful. And the flash of color for the sub’s vulva…
This girl isn’t tied in a way that keeps her on the horse. And her master is in the other room, doing the laundry. She could take one step forward and end the agony she’s in…..but she doesn’t, because she’s consented to this. She enjoys it. Maybe not right this very second, but holistically, she enjoys it.
And now we’ve come full circle from the black legends of the Spanish Inquisition and the historical use of the horse for military discipline and the like. Look ma, no coercion….