The (New and Improved) Loving Dominant (15 page)

Fantasy rape.
Anyone who has read
Forbidden Flowers
or any of the other books about women’s fantasies knows that rape as a fantasy ranks high on many women’s lists.

Hold up, ladies. Don’t go skipping by this section because you have a male submissive. Being raped by his dominant is one of the fondest dreams of many a male sub. Don’t let the female pronouns throw you. If your submissive knew you were leafing through this section, he’d be so hard he could fuck a rock.

Unfortunately, because of the way many men were brought up, actually doing the first rape fantasy can be incredibly difficult. Consensual whipping seems positively easy compared to the playacting a dominant must do in a consensual rape. As in the interrogation scene, you are acting out a role that is much different from your true self image. This can be disconcerting and, if you discover that you are enjoying it (very likely), deeply troubling.

A large portion of this discomfort, I believe, is fear of ourselves. Any man who has come to terms with his dominant tendencies has learned what monsters roam around in the basement of the mind. We have found ways to take them out and parade them for our submissives and even make them do tricks. But, we want them in control, and rape is the biggest and hairiest of monsters. However, we are descended from men who raped. In the history of humanity, consensual sex is a relatively new invention. There is always a bit of nervousness that, once we let this shambling horror out of its cage, we will never get it back in again.

Take heart from knowing that the very existence of this fear indicates that recaging the monster will not be as difficult as you expect. The fear grows from a basic rule of civilized behavior that is part of the bedrock within you. The people I fear are those who are willing and anxious to try this the moment it is suggested. They are the ones who should spend a bit more time on the maintenance of their psychic locks.

Besides, this is a fantasy. The best analogy I can give is to ask if you’ve ever had a fantasy about flying. Of course, you have. With some people, it is Superman-like flight; with others it is more like a bird hanging on the wind. Well, why haven’t you walked to the edge of building and stepped off?

Because it is a fantasy! You had no difficulty telling the difference between a fantasy of flight and a reality of a broken and twisted body on the street. Give your submissive the same credit. She recognizes the difference and can enjoy the fantasy while having no desire to participate in the same events in the reality.

Once both of you are comfortable with this kind of playacting, you can do it on an impromptu basis. In a way, this is easier than the interrogation scene, which I strongly recommend should have a specific beginning and end.

For example, I know one man who “kidnaps” and “rapes” his wife about once a month on her way home from work. She never knows when this will happen, but she looks forward eagerly to each incident.

However, for the first time, a bit of discussion and planning is in order. Sit down, in or out of scene, whatever makes both of you more comfortable, and talk about rape fantasies, how they work and what she thinks would be exciting. As with all scenes, you are not limited by her desires, but they provide a good jumping off place and excellent guidance for what orientation the scene should take.

Explore a bit of history. Has she been raped or molested? Ask, don’t assume you know. This is not something that comes up in casual conversation or even in the intense dialogue that precedes an initial scene. The fact that she is interested in playacting a rape does not mean that she has never experienced one in real life. As I noted in a previous chapter, some women look forward to the chance to desensitize a raw psychic scar by reenacting it in a situation of support and love.

Stress that she should not hesitate to use her safeword if things proceed further physically or emotionally than she is able to go. Carefully warn her that she should stop the scene if she experiences even moderate emotional distress. While physical discomfort builds slowly and relatively evenly, emotional distress tends to appear in a rush. Waiting until it becomes overwhelming can be dangerous to her emotional well-being.

One rather exciting variation on the rape theme is to have the submissive go through her closet and choose some clothing that is too worn or doesn’t really fit any more. Insist that she wear nothing that is not dispensable. After all, a rape can be a relatively messy business.

Have her put it on and then tie her hands behind her back and slowly cut and rip everything off.

The position I prefer to place the submissive in is with her hands up by her neck. It is described in detail in the Bondage section of the “Fun and Games” chapter. It opens the body almost completely to the knife and does not have to be changed if you want to put her on her back later.

I use the word “knife” in an metaphorical sense. Using a knife next to a woman who may be struggling goes strongly against common sense. What I will often do is show my submissive the knife, and then, walking behind her, discard it and use my EMT scissors for the actual cutting. Make no mistake, you will need to cut. Modern fabrics are tough, and even if you can tear them, grunting and swearing when you get to the seams won’t create the image of unstoppable male power you are after.

Amusingly, the hardest part of this scenario is often convincing her to wear old underwear. Women either want to keep them until they fall apart, or they are ashamed of letting you see them with anything but perfection on. In either case, you will get the request, “Can’t we just take off the underwear?” Don’t give in. One of the hottest parts is the final unveiling. The panties have to be cut off. You can cut them off with only two strokes: waistband and crotch. Or you can slowly and sensually cut holes in them until they resemble indecent Swiss cheese.

One alternative is for you to buy her a set of inexpensive underwear specifically for the scene. I gave one to a young lady with a card that said, “A woman’s underwear is intended to make a man want to tear them off. That is just what I am going to do with these.” Indecent haste is a good way to describe her reaction to this message.

If she has a bra with a front closure, you can put the knife between her breasts and then snap the bra closure open with your fingers. That allows the illusion that it has been cut without damaging the bra.

Naturally, neither tying nor cutting is necessary. You are probably bigger and stronger than she is. Just make sure she does not get too caught up in the playacting. There is more than one male soprano who underestimated the power of a fighting woman.

If you are planning on a struggle, make sure that you will be doing it in a safe area. Struggles can be very uncontrolled and doing them in places having furniture with sharp corners, extension cords on the floor or movable throw- rugs is asking for an accident. Take care, also, to handle her carefully. Caught up in the spirit of the scuffle, she may forget the availability of her safeword. Bruises are all right, but a broken arm or a wrenched joint will spoil the fun for both of you, to say the least.

Of course as in the interrogation scene, you can threaten her with a gun or knife. Naturally, you should take the same precautions using a weapon in this kind of scene as you would in the interrogation scene.

Language in a rape scene can also be difficult for some dominants who have a deep block against using crude language. However, again, remember you are playing the part of a crude, rough character. It is he, not you, who is telling her to, “spread your legs, bitch, and let me see your pussy.” The shift from your normal tone and language can be a terrific turn on for some submissives.

Gentlemen, at ease. I’m going to direct the rest this section to the ladies who have been so patient.

The rape of a male submissive can be done in two ways, forced genital or oral intercourse and anal rape with a dildo. The first is merely seizing control of the situation. It usually consists of pushing the man on his back and using him for your pleasure. You can also combine this with various discipline techniques which may strike your fancy. I know one female dominant who likes to ride a tongue while waxing the owner’s cock. I, personally, feel that it must distract from his precision, but the lady does not complain.

A dominant lady of my acquaintance, Lady Pam, has a lovely lavender dildo harness which is designed to accept two didoes, one extending from her pubis, the other entering her cunt. So while she performs the psychologically pleasing act of fucking another, she is also treated to a real fucking for herself.

Dildos can also be held in the hand, but then they seem, somehow, less complete. The best positions for penetration of submissive by a dildo are the same as those described in the section on enemas. While the male submissive should generally be forced to suck the object of his defilement before to being penetrated, you should use large quantities of lubricant for the actual penetration. Saliva is really not effective enough.

For an added bit of excitement, a bit of forced crossdressing fits well with the general theme of the entertainment. Crossdressing is covered in more detail in the Humiliation section of the “Fun and Games” chapter.

The mindfuck.
Earlier in this book, I wrote with much disdain about “mindfuckers,” who draw out potential partners before dropping them. This is a whole different kettle of mackerel. The mindfuck scene is a scene tailored by the dominant with the intent of making it look a lot more dangerous or edgy than it really is. Naturally, this kind of scene shouldn’t be used indiscriminately. While many submissives get off on fear and the feeling that things are out of control, many others will be turned off and may even use a safeword, leading to embarrassment on the party of both parties. Be absolutely sure that fear is one of your partner’s major turnons before venturing into these murky waters.

While lying about what is going on is done by some mindfuck players, I won’t directly lie since I feel that any lie under any circumstance may damage the delicate trust between players. I will, however, (at this point, imagine me with a feral grin) allow a submissive to draw the wrong conclusion from what is going on. It may be a Clintonesque point, but it is one with which I’m comfortable.

There isn’t really any way to teach someone how to do a mind-fuck scene. Each is a separate work of art. One disadvantage of being a scene figure is that people tend to talk about my mindfuck scenes so I’m continually having to invent new ones. To be completely honest, I also write about a lot of them, which hoists me from my own petard, or rather flapping tongue.

The best way to learn to mindfuck is to study the scenes that others have done and modify them to fit your own play. The overriding rule is that safety is paramount. The scene may seem to be risky or even insane, but you must have tried to predict any reasonable risks and have taken steps to minimize them.

The first mindfuck scene I did was back in 1969 or thereabout. In those days my relationships would start out vanilla, and I’d inject as much kink as I could find acceptance for. Most of the time it was far short of what I wanted, but with Marty, I found myself challenged almost immediately. In one evening, we went from spanking to whips to needles. In other words, on the outer edges of my skills at that time. As the evening progressed, it became clear that Marty wasn’t getting off on the pain or the bondage, but I was most turned on when she was most terrified. This was a big switch for me since, at that time, most of my energy in the early stages of relationships was to keep the young lady from running off in terror.

Frankly, I was in over my head.

Inspiration strikes best through a vacuum of ideas, and I was in the midst of just such a vacuum. Then, it came to me. I got a kitchen knife and began to run it over her body that I’d spreadeagled on the bed, telling her that I really was a murderer (back in those days, serial killers hadn’t been invented by the FBI yet, but the concept was there), and she was going to be my victim. This got a rise out of her, but the damned trust reasserted itself, and she regained her composure and lost some of her turn on. As she writhed under the caress of the knife, I talked about the other women I’d killed, but she snapped right out of it, and said rather coldly, “This is bullshit. I don’t believe you.”

The inspiration hadn’t been limited to the story. When these things come, they are like Athena leaping full grown from Apollo’s brow. I grinned as evilly as I could manage and told her that I’d kept nipples from each woman. That got her attention. Before those damned critical faculties could reassert themselves, I got up, walked to the kitchen refrigerator and returned with a bottle I slammed down on the bedside table. She looked and gasped. I mounted her and began to fuck her while holding the tip of the knife against her nipple. I said, “When I come, I’m adding your nipple to the collection.” The heat built up, and as I pretended to cum, I pressed the knife hard against her skin. She screamed and had a tremendous orgasm.

Have you ever noticed how much dried mushrooms look like nipples?

This is the essence of what I call the “wow mindfuck.” Its basis is creating a situation where something seems to be one thing but is actually another.

Here are two more examples.

The first was a scene I did later in my relationship with Marty. One night I brought her down to some railroad tracks and told her we were going to do a Dick Dastard scene with her getting fucked while chained to railroad tracks. Several lengths of chain and locks held her helpless with her neck across one track and her knees over the other. I cut away parts of her black outfit so I had easy access to her breasts and pussy. We were fucking away when about half a mile away, a light came around a bend. The rumble was unmistakable. I fumbled with the keys, dropped them, picked them up, dropped them again and, finally, yelled, “My God” and ran as the train approached at about sixty miles per hour.

Her scream was lovely as the train shot past four feet to her side. I had chained her to a siding.