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Pyrrsefanie -> RE: Ok, my turn to troll (3/23/2008 2:14:44 PM)
quote: ORIGINAL: KindLadyGrey Now, I warn all the women he dates that he keeps chloroform in his fridge. He whines at me for telling all his secrets ;) It's like that old pick-up line... "Does this smell like chloroform to you?"

needDomme -> RE: Ok, my turn to troll (3/23/2008 3:24:27 PM)
I would never want to be overpowered by another man. But, that's just me. The only exception would be if I were commanded to allow it. need

AAkasha -> RE: Ok, my turn to troll (3/23/2008 5:55:15 PM)
quote: ORIGINAL: Wheldrake quote: ORIGINAL: AAkasha "Hi submissives. I have a fantasy and I think I am the only person to ever have this fantasy! I love seeing a man overpowered by chloroform, especially if it's another man doing it to him and I am just watching the action. Have any submissives ever participated in this roleplay fantasy? How did you enact it and make it believable? How did you behave? What did it look like? What did you do? Make sure you tell me all the details and remember, it's another man doing it to you!" Akasha I can’t say I’ve ever acted out a chloroform scenario, nor really fantasised about it in the past. But now that you mention it, the idea does sound pretty hot. Here’s how I could imagine it working – if that’s an acceptable substitute for speaking from experience. So… there are a couple of rules in place, to provide as much authenticity as possible. Somewhere in your domain is a special green cloth, kept in a jar clearly labelled “chloroform”. I’ve been told that, when the cloth is being held over my mouth and nose, I must slowly lapse into passivity. At first, I can kick and struggle as much as I want. After I’ve taken twenty breaths (or whatever number seems realistic – I’m no anaesthesiologist!) I must allow my eyes to fall half-shut, and my struggles must weaken. After a further twenty breaths, I must close my eyes and relax completely. At that point, I remain totally passive until someone shakes me “awake”. If I manage to get the cloth away from my mouth and nose while being subdued, every breath I take without the cloth in place is subtracted from the current count. What I haven’t been told is when the cloth will be applied, or by whom. (snipped) Wow..I have to say that really, really, really turned me on. Thank you! Akasha

AAkasha -> RE: Ok, my turn to troll (3/23/2008 5:56:44 PM)
quote: ORIGINAL: Boondoggle It's a cool, crisp fall evening and, because it's a Holiday, all of the clubs and bars in the district are closed, save one upscale fine-dining establishment. I'm escorting you back to your car after a lovely evening of discussing everything under the sun over a gourmet meal and a bottle of wine, from which you so graciously offered me a third glass instead of having a second, yourself. Being tall, fit and having a rather high metabolism, I rather enjoy the excess of downing most of a glass of expensive red wine after a delicious desert, and think nothing of the alcohol, which I know won't impair my ability to walk the few blocks back to my apartment. As we turn the corner to the side street where you're parked, I glance over my shoulder as I hear behind us aways and see a man dressed in fashionable sportswear jogging down the sidewalk on the other side of the street. I make somewhat sarcastic comment about jogging late and night and you politely chuckle. As we walk on, we hear the jogger cross and turn down the sidewalk behind us. Thinking nothing of it, simply expecting him to jog around us I'm somewhat startled when he calls out, "Excuse me!" As we un-entwine arms and turn towards each other to face him, I gasp as I see a white cloth in his hand coming towards my face and just manage to close my mouth before he covers it. I instinctively hold my breath as my nostrils start to tingle from the chemical. While somewhat shorter than me, the assailant clearly has either wrestling or martial arts experience as he slips behind me, hands clamped on the front and back of my head, and pulls me back and down, forcing me on my toes to maintain my balance. He expertly dodges my rather feeble attempts to hit or kick him and keeps his tight grip over my mouth as I try to thrash my head free. As I start to comprehend my predicament, I see you step forward and a glimmer of hope flashes across my face before quickly fading away when I realize you're sauntering up to me wearing a shit-eating grin, clearly enthralled with the current situation. I try to plead with my eyes, and scream something into the gag, still keeping my mouth closed, which makes your face light up in glee even more. As I frantically look around, clearly starting to panic, I see you raise your fist and feel it come down on my diaphragm, completely knocking the wind out of me and making me go limp. The jogger holds my head so as to slow my descent and guides me to my knees, hunched over. Instinctively, I inhale deeply, pulling the chemical in, filling my nose, throat and lungs. As I do, he relaxes his grip and starts to tip me over, all of us knowing my consciousness is rapidly fading. Once I'm more or less prone, he stands back straight and I manage to turn my head enough to see the two of you embrace in a passionate kiss over my body as my vision fades to black around you, thoughts of fear and betrayal race through my head and the last thing I see before passing out is your mouths pressed together. Ya know, I really can't stand to see a Domina whine [;)], so even though this isn't really my thing, I thought I would indulge you. Hope you liked it. Uhh yeah. That did it for me. Very nice! Akasha

Boondoggle -> RE: Ok, my turn to troll (3/23/2008 6:25:06 PM)
Glad to be of service, Madam.

bipolarber -> RE: Ok, my turn to troll (3/23/2008 8:23:13 PM)
I never really thought about chloroform, but back when "Roofies" were all the news, I kept having fantasies about them being slipped to me in a drink. I'd be visiting a mainstream (non leather) gay bar with friends, and a big bearish guy would buy me a drink. I'd be out on the dance floor, making the usual fool of myself, when I'd feel faint, and collapse. Several big men scoop me up off the floor, telling the management they'd take me to the ER... and that's all I'd remember before blacking out. The fantasy after that probably doesn't interest you all that much. It's a replay of something that happened to me ages ago, only in my mind it gets a lot more rough. I wake up sitting in a darkened bathroom stall somewhere, naked, and my hands cuffed behind me to the plumbing. I can hear a party going on in the next room. One by one men come into the stall, and "force" me to suck them off. Each has a flashlight in their hands, so all I can really see of them are their cocks, and a little bit of an outline. The scene continues for hours. By this time, my jaw is so sore and bruised, they have to resort to fucking my throat to get off. Later, I'm given water, and I black out again. I wake up back in my apartment. The truth hits me... these guys have looked at my wallet, and know where I live... Is that more like it Aakasha?

AAkasha -> RE: Ok, my turn to troll (3/23/2008 9:48:34 PM)
quote: ORIGINAL: Pyrrsefanie quote: ORIGINAL: KindLadyGrey Now, I warn all the women he dates that he keeps chloroform in his fridge. He whines at me for telling all his secrets ;) It's like that old pick-up line... "Does this smell like chloroform to you?" That's so deliciously diabolical yes hysterical at the same time. I've enjoyed this thread a lot. It looks like a few people got into the swing of things and started to play "let's tease the femdom" (in a good way) and really, on some level, that's what it's all about, right? The whole chloroform-thing works for me because it pushes a lot of buttons at once. I've only ever roleplayed it and that's all I ever plan to do, and it had top-billing in my femdom bag of tricks in my early 20s so much that I think some guys got downright sick of playing "make believe you're being kidnapped and overpowered by this damp cloth" -- using wet panties instead of 'fake chloroform' helped keep their interest to some degree, but still, they got kind of tired of the repetitiveness of my fetish. I also used to enjoy roleplaying "pretend I drugged your drink and you just realized it, and now you are slowly passing out and trying to fight it" also - which is a slower, much less dramatic version of chloroform and reduces the kicking and screaming aspect. With fake-chloroform, I think it's the combination of breathing, breath control, semi-gag, hand-over-mouth stuff all rolled into one that makes me so warm and fuzzy inside. Have any femdoms ever dated a bonafide actor ? I always wondered if that would make roleplaying all the more intense and wonderful. Akasha

LadyPact -> RE: Ok, my turn to troll (3/23/2008 10:50:45 PM)
quote: ORIGINAL: AAkasha quote: ORIGINAL: MissLily Oh AAkasha! You're SOOO naughty!!! I'm ashamed to say I had never thought about this... Can't wait to see the line up of drewling men who will answer your post... lol! Miss Lily Alas none of the sub boys are taking the time to write to me and indulge my fantasies...none of them are even TRYING. So sad...oh well, I suppose I have to sit here and pleasure myself with my own ideas... Akasha You have GOT to be kidding! One semi thought to putting up a troll thread filled My box (the email kind) in no time at all.

aidan -> RE: Ok, my turn to troll (3/23/2008 11:11:17 PM)
quote: ORIGINAL: AAkasha Have any femdoms ever dated a bonafide actor ? I always wondered if that would make roleplaying all the more intense and wonderful. Akasha I'm not a bonafide in the sense of being a professional actor, but I have four years of classical training and a lot of unpaid theater experience. I like to think that my acting makes its way into my roleplaying. The reactions themselves are not acted, those are still very real. But the who and how of their expression changes. I like to approach it from the position of "Aidan as..." How would I react if I was the same person I am now, but different in one or two senses. It's just as a fun for me as it is for the Domme, or I hope so at least.

petdave -> RE: Ok, my turn to troll (3/24/2008 12:08:54 AM)
Hey, i could use some good trolling karma. Hope you won't mind if i roll it out narrative style. ** i shook my head in irritation. "Stupid paranoia!" Still, i was more relieved than i would like to admit when i saw them get up to go. It's really unnerving when you just keep catching somebody staring at you. Usually, it's somebody staring at me like they've never seen a long-haired, over-pierced freak in an obscene T-shirt before, and after a very cold return stare, or an exaggerated version of the Universal What-The-Fuck Gesture, they pointedly ignore me. However, i was not about to do this to Mr. Anabolic Steroids 2008 and his girlfriend, especially since i had the feeling that said girlfriend had caught me ogling her ass. Like, really badly. Like, with a chicken tender stuck freeze-frame on its way to my mouth. The kind of ass that makes you want to go out and do good deeds for the world, so that you can be reincarnated as a bicycle seat. Black Spandex tights, trendy knee-length boots, tiny shirt. No panties. One hell of an Evil Eye. Figures. So, i couldn't exactly pull a lot of moral high ground over a few looks in my direction. i'm not a small guy myself, and i'm not afraid to protect myself, but i'd rather avoid a dumb-ass argument then try to resolve one with my knife. So forget it. They want to stare, let them stare. i actually ticked off a minute after they left, figuring i'd give them three minutes to hit the parking lot and roll, before getting disgusted again. "STUPID" i muttered under my breath. i packed up my book, threw back the rest of my drink, and headed out. Like i'm going to get stuck in a big ambush just for looking at a girl. Stupid. As usual, my baby was near the back of the parking lot, under one of the lights. Walking doesn't bother me nearly as much as scratches do. i was pleased to see that the dark SUV parked next to her actually gave me enough room to open the door for a change. i stroked her hood affectionately on my way across. i had the door unlocked, and the handle in my hand when i heard a loud SLAP from the back of the car. Shocked, i whipped around and saw the woman from the restaurant, both hands on the trunk. "Hey, what the fuck!!?" She just raised an eyebrow at me in reply. That was when i remembered. Oh, shi... THUD. Muscle-boy slammed into me like a damned bull, trapping my right arm against the door of the car, knocking the breath out of me. i reached back fast with my left hand, over my head, trying to reach his face to get at an eye, and just as quickly his own arm slammed mine down onto the roof, weight and muscle and leverage keeping it trapped. Not good. "Hey! Listen-" was all i managed to gasp. As soon as my mouth opened, his other hand came down over it, smothering my protest, barely giving me enough air to breathe by. He had a rag in his hand, a towel or something that made it hard for me to try to bite him. It reeked- turpentine, paint thinner, something chemical. Motherfucker gonna give me birth defects. i choked back nausea at the partial breath i managed to get, and tried to twist out from under him. Pressed against the car, leaned forward, i had no leverage. My weight was mostly forward of my legs, so i couldn't push off. He was pressed up too close against me to try to kick. His left arm pinned mine down like a fallen tree. i yanked my head to the side, trying to get a clear breath and yell for help, but his hand clamped down harder over my face and followed it around. Now my head was twisted all the way to the left, and i couldn't even twist it back against his grip. i whipped my head backwards instead, trying to connect with his jaw, or preferably, his nose, but his face was nowhere to be found, and now he had my head pulled backwards, hard, putting pressure on my windpipe. The strain made it even harder to breathe, and i could barely draw another gasp of chemical haze. Damnit! i tried pulling forward, to try for another backwards head-butt, except that now he was holding me too tight, and my neck didn't have the strength. Frantic, i tried to wriggle my right arm out from under me, and he slammed me against the car again. The little breath i had blew out in a gasp, and i sucked in more poisoned air. i was getting dizzy. All the lights in the parking lot were fuzzy, haloed. Again he hit me with his entire body. i tried to twist my head free again, but it didn't move an inch. i sucked in as much air as i could through the little gaps between his fingers, and did my best to shout. "MMmmmm!" SLAM. He cut my surprisingly shrill scream off with another hard check against the car. "Don't kill him" came a cool, almost bored reprimand from behind us. i snuffled in another foul breath, seeing black around the edges of my vision, feeling myself start to slide down the side of the car. He was still pulling on my head, and i all i could see were fuzzy stars. They weren't staying put. The pressure wasn't letting up in the slightest. i slapped my hand against the roof, about the only thing i could do to even try to draw attention to us. Muscle-boy was breathing heavily at my back, but he hadn't spoken a word. Somebody flicked my ear, hard. What? Addled, i thought it must be a hallucination. Why the hell would somebody flick my ear at a time like this? "Stop that" came the hushed command. i gasped again, and tried to turn in the direction of the voice, and the flick. i couldn't turn. Another hard push, driving out my precious dollop of air. i didn't even see the stars now. Just haze. i tried desperately to draw in more air against all the force. Just a weak cough now. All at once, i wasn't being pressed against the car anymore. A strong arm swung across my chest, holding me up. Over the blood roaring in my ears, i head keys jingling, and my trunklid swinging up. Another soft command. "Put him in". With a grunt, i was bear-hugged up off the ground and carried, feet swung up into the huge trunk, with the rest of me following awkwardly. i was pushed back onto my side so that my right arm was free, then both arms were pulled forward, and handcuffs ratcheted down tightly onto my wrists. My vision was clearing, and now i could see the bright lights of the parking lot again as huge soft globes, shockingly normal in such a nightmare scene. Something was drawn tight around my ankles, violent and efficient. i kicked feebly with my legs, but they were stuck. i could wiggle my feet. Great. A familiar face, soft-focused, drew down into my line of sight. She stared at me intently for a long moment, still looking into my eyes as she spoke to her companion, very softly, very intense. "Very good. Once he's secured in the room, you'll get everything you asked for." She withdrew, the trunklid slammed shut. The floor shook as the engine turned over.

AAkasha -> RE: Ok, my turn to troll (3/24/2008 12:57:38 AM)
quote: ORIGINAL: petdave Hey, i could use some good trolling karma. Hope you won't mind if i roll it out narrative style. That was incredible - -pushed a lot of my buttons. Thanks for posting it. I should be in bed right now but I'm....uhhh...now very distracted. I also found this little treasure on youtube for those that also share the interest -- some hot visuals of men being knocked out :) http://youtube.com/watch?feature=related&v=mZ5bIn3tKAM Akasha

undergroundsea -> RE: Ok, my turn to troll (3/24/2008 2:56:08 AM)
quote: ORIGINAL: AAkasha If you WERE getting your mouth covered tightly by a man...but a woman was the one watching and enjoying it...what's the difference? Whose pleasure is most important? I think there would be a tremendous difference for those who wish to submit to women only, and that an approach that achieves the pleasure of both is the most effective one for a wish to repeat the experience with that person. Sure, a want to do something for sake of another is a common enough human experience. However, there is a balance that applies and if there is no gratification (be it internal or external) in doing something for the sake of a given person, eventually the want to do for the sake of the other will want to shift elsewhere. Cheers, Sea

chezzy52 -> RE: Ok, my turn to troll (3/24/2008 6:17:20 AM)
Again...i did say no way no how which means having a man involved in your scenario is a concrete limit for me.You wante a response..you got mine.I hardly think that my gag fetish is self-indulgent when it is something i know could be pleasurable for both and i don't recall me beefing i can't find anyone.The truth is i am still married and until that ceases,i won't be serving anyone.Now i really only have one desire or need fetish wise and most Dominas have a million.So INDULGING me in my lone request shouldn't become a deal breaker but if you insist..so be it.I thought and correct me if i am wrong that this lifestyle should be about total disclosure and honsety.I am honest about my gag fetish...if you can't deal with it...then don't say anything about it period..i don't need a public admonishment from you or anybody else..which is what i am giving you but the difference is..you deserved this.

solvr70 -> RE: Ok, my turn to troll (3/24/2008 12:29:35 PM)
quote: ORIGINAL: AAkasha "Hi submissives. I have a fantasy and I think I am the only person to ever have this fantasy! I love seeing a man overpowered by chloroform, especially if it's another man doing it to him and I am just watching the action. Have any submissives ever participated in this roleplay fantasy? How did you enact it and make it believable? How did you behave? What did it look like? What did you do? Make sure you tell me all the details and remember, it's another man doing it to you!" Akasha well, it's nothing i have every done, and i've never had access to chloroform to know if you would wake up with one hell of a head ache afterwards. i did notice You were pretty specific about another man doing it, But left off there. was there anything in particular You were thinking about happening after the chloroform kicked in?[;)] mark

sleuthingsub -> RE: Ok, my turn to troll (3/24/2008 12:47:07 PM)
quote: ORIGINAL: Pyrrsefanie quote: ORIGINAL: KindLadyGrey Now, I warn all the women he dates that he keeps chloroform in his fridge. He whines at me for telling all his secrets ;) It's like that old pick-up line... "Does this smell like chloroform to you?" I'm so using that line from now on. I knew there was a reason I read these forums. - sleuthing

MsKittyBlack -> RE: Ok, my turn to troll (3/24/2008 1:46:23 PM)
quote: ORIGINAL: chezzy52 Again...i did say no way no how which means having a man involved in your scenario is a concrete limit for me.You wante a response..you got mine.I hardly think that my gag fetish is self-indulgent when it is something i know could be pleasurable for both and i don't recall me beefing i can't find anyone.The truth is i am still married and until that ceases,i won't be serving anyone.Now i really only have one desire or need fetish wise and most Dominas have a million.So INDULGING me in my lone request shouldn't become a deal breaker but if you insist..so be it.I thought and correct me if i am wrong that this lifestyle should be about total disclosure and honsety.I am honest about my gag fetish...if you can't deal with it...then don't say anything about it period..i don't need a public admonishment from you or anybody else..which is what i am giving you but the difference is..you deserved this. How...submissive of you.

AAkasha -> RE: Ok, my turn to troll (3/24/2008 2:09:28 PM)
quote: ORIGINAL: chezzy52 Again...i did say no way no how which means having a man involved in your scenario is a concrete limit for me.You wante a response..you got mine.I hardly think that my gag fetish is self-indulgent when it is something i know could be pleasurable for both and i don't recall me beefing i can't find anyone.The truth is i am still married and until that ceases,i won't be serving anyone.Now i really only have one desire or need fetish wise and most Dominas have a million.So INDULGING me in my lone request shouldn't become a deal breaker but if you insist..so be it.I thought and correct me if i am wrong that this lifestyle should be about total disclosure and honsety.I am honest about my gag fetish...if you can't deal with it...then don't say anything about it period..i don't need a public admonishment from you or anybody else..which is what i am giving you but the difference is..you deserved this. I think that the more demanding and specific a submissive is about his fetish, especially prior-to or during the courting process, the more he risks making a potential femdom feel objectified. We all have fetishes and fantasies, and when the fetish is so rigid that the femdom seems like an accessory to it, she may feel less likely to enjoy it or want to engage in it. Of course, this all starts to slide in importance as emotional intimacy develops -- in other words, if a femdom adores her boyfriend an d lover, she's far more likely to engage in his rigid fantasy as part of their mutually affectionate relationship. However, if it's just flirting, or getting to know people, or testing the waters, a position as rigid as yours seems selfish and self centered. I can't help but feel like you are just looking for a woman to be on the other end of that hand over your mouth, and she's a prop. Perhaps you can find a woman with the exact same fetish as you to enact it to you until your heart's content. For me, it seems to inflexible and self-centered, and I actually share the same fetish as you do. I just don't like to feel used. Sorry, just giving the honest POV from one femdom. It turns me off. I'm only one though, so by all means, continue your approach. By the way, I do recall you lamenting in another thread that you met a femdom and told her of your fetish and she turned around and did it to someone else instead of you. Sorry if I read that as being unfulfilled. Akasha

AAkasha -> RE: Ok, my turn to troll (3/24/2008 2:12:09 PM)
quote: ORIGINAL: aidan quote: ORIGINAL: AAkasha Have any femdoms ever dated a bonafide actor ? I always wondered if that would make roleplaying all the more intense and wonderful. Akasha I'm not a bonafide in the sense of being a professional actor, but I have four years of classical training and a lot of unpaid theater experience. I like to think that my acting makes its way into my roleplaying. The reactions themselves are not acted, those are still very real. But the who and how of their expression changes. I like to approach it from the position of "Aidan as..." How would I react if I was the same person I am now, but different in one or two senses. It's just as a fun for me as it is for the Domme, or I hope so at least. Very erotic....I guess I find that kind of hot. I always wonder if an actor would be a true "method actor" in the heat of the moment in a situation where roleplaying something like this...and how that might impact the way he portrays it. Akasha

TermsConditions -> RE: Ok, my turn to troll (3/24/2008 4:30:16 PM)
quote: ORIGINAL: Pyrrsefanie It's like that old pick-up line... "Does this smell like chloroform to you?" :-)) Coffee actually came out my nose.

solvr70 -> RE: Ok, my turn to troll (3/25/2008 12:44:47 PM)
quote: ORIGINAL: AAkasha "Hi submissives. I have a fantasy and I think I am the only person to ever have this fantasy! I love seeing a man overpowered by chloroform, especially if it's another man doing it to him and I am just watching the action. Have any submissives ever participated in this roleplay fantasy? How did you enact it and make it believable? How did you behave? What did it look like? What did you do? Make sure you tell me all the details and remember, it's another man doing it to you!" Akasha ah, looks like i missed the meaning of the thread! slapping my head ok, i've been flirting with a woman I met at Chipendales. Yea, Chipendales. Well, I have been told, that this is a really, really, good place to be able to hook up with a Woman with the dancers getting the Women all worked up and all. It's even worked one time for me before. So, the Woman I've been chatting with for quite a while, is giving off an impression with the way She talks, all the leather She is wearing, that She enjoys D/s and is likely more Dominant. I am rock hard at the thought, when She invites one of the dancers and pulls him into the the conversation. This does bring me down a bit as he is wearing next to nothing and of course the "perfect" looking guy. She rubs my thigh, grinning at me, whe he reaches around, puts a cloth over my nose and things start to go dark..... i wake who knows how much later. secured, kneeling on a leather bondage horse, looking up at this stunning, leather clad woman, with a very well lubed strapon cock. my heart skips a beat, this being a HUGE fantasy of mine. me quickly letting Her know how much i need Her, how ready for Her to take me DEEP. She laughs a little laugh, says "oh, I've already taken You while You were still out cold". i'm puzzled a little bit and then do notice how slick, relaxed and open my ass feels. knowing She tells the truth. "but why, when i was still out?" i ask a little more then puzzled. "oh, that was just warm up for the serious meat You'll be taking for me" She says. kneeling next to me, She whispers in my ear "did you forget the dancer at the club? You do know that most of those dancers are gay!" my heart skips a beat, as i feel strong hands on my hips, a Man's hands, and a lubed, but VERY thick feeling, warm head of a real cock pressing against my ass as She grins wide..... ah, out of time. could finish later if it is of interest.

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