A Dark, Sadistic Fantasy Of Mine

As a dominant, there has always been this sadistic bone in my body, this underlying aspect to my personality that delights in sheer torture, in humiliation and degradation.

One of the hottest fantasies of mine – to me – is the idea of stalking this woman from her home, kidnapping her and taking her to something abandoned industrial complex where its cold and dank and dark – and training her day in and day out to become a behaved little sex doll.

The one thing that thrills me and tickles my bones is the psychological interaction between, say, myself and this unnamed pretty little thing. I have this idea in me that I can break down, essentially, who she is – who she’s developed into.

The tastes that she has, the life that she’s built, whether she is in a relationship or married – I can work to break all that down – because….at the end of the day, we all have this spot in the back of our minds that we leave locked up, that we’re afraid of. It could be related to anything – being rude, being mean, being a sexual deviant, wanting to speak our minds but knowing better.

And I want to break that down in her. I want to…picture this – that she’s completely naked, chained by her hands to stand upright panting, sweating, begging. Picture that there’s she has some fight in her, that she will fight back to hold on to some semblance of who she was while I whip her with my belt.

You see, I want to find her limit. We can decide whether to push that limit or extend it softly later – but for now, I want to find it so I can get her to tell me EVERY. SINGLE. LITTLE. DETAIL. That her morality is locking up in the depths of her mind, either consciously or subconsciously. I want to break her down, raw and roughly and coarse, until she’s a sensitive mess of a human being, because then we get to who she is and what she wants and why.

And when she’s broken down and trembling, when every inch of her body and mind is on fire from this physical and emotional assault, then I can teach her, train her. To be obedient, to be a loving, giving, adoring Slave. No matter how long it takes. I’ve got the patience.

Why? Because minds fascinate me. I want to break down barriers, find the messy heart. I want to study what makes them tick, what darkness they have within them, what they consider light. I want to set them free.

It’s a dark fantasy in my head, a giddy rush to my cock, igniting my senses, stimulating my mind.

The Primal Aspect in Me

Sometimes I feel like I could tear out the jugular of any man that hits on my lady. On what’s mine.

Sometimes there is a flash behind my eyes – and I can see an alternate reality where I have taken a baseball bat to the creeper’s grim grinning face. 

I’m not a violent man. I don’t like confrontations. I know this is just the primal aspect in me. The animal part that protects his property. But I have the thought all the same. 

And maybe that’s just a product of the human mind. Cats knead their favourite bedding material because of their ancestors, maybe my need to defend and protect my lady from discomfort is because of my ancestors and their violent ways. 

OR it’s just 2-32am and I’m thinking way too much into things. And I’m just a dastardly violent and handsome man. 

I told my kitten my thoughts on this and she smiled shyly. It was the smile that says ‘I can’t find the words to express my thoughts on that, so I’ll smile’. She’s always been that way, shy at expressing her desire and interest in me. I’m the same. My mother was terribly shy and I get it from her.

In the end, there is a freedom to learning the behavioural aspects of the primal mindset. There’s beauty there, raw and unfiltered. 
I have been researching and pursuing it since I started out in this lifestyle and am still learning. 

A line of Disney Lingerie has been released and people don’t know how to feel…

So here’s a thing:
Yandy.com just announced their line of Disney Princess lingerie – and people are having mixed feelings about it. 

Pocahontas


I wanted to talk about that a bit. 
First off, I won’t be arguing with anyone’s point. These things are subjective. Who am I to insert myself into your childhood and tell you that you have to think a certain way?

Because to some, it’s taking these very innocent characters and sexualising them and considering these girls are mostly in their teens, people don’t know how to feel about that. 

Jasmine

Maybe people feel guilty FOR thinking sexual thoughts about them, I don’t know. 
But me personally? I can seperate the brand from the character. For example, there’s Elsa in the movie….and Elsa in my imagination. Or: Kitten as Elsa. Or Kitten as Ariel. They are two different entities. 

Ariel


And I suppose being a sadistic Dominant comes into equation too. I see these innocent Disney princesses and I want to twist their minds. As well as their nipples. 
I want to steal their innocence, one bit of humiliation and degradation at a time. Maybe over the course of a few days as they’re chained for my pleasure on the balcony of their own castle. But I’m getting sidetracked. 

Elsa


I guess in the end, I’m saying this: I understand people being too caught up in the material to seperate the idea. But at the same time, I’m hoping they explore darker impulses.

And further more, I hope the lingerie comes in all sizes, so it’s there for everyone. 
After all, we need more curvy Disney princesses.