TexasMaam
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Well, Locardian, at the risk of venturing "My personal experience" with this fetish and being accused of making the thread "all about Me" again, I'll tell you how I've handled this fantasy: Here in Texas we have fire ants that would kill someone bound and left alone in the outdoors. (Case in point: a rancher neighbor was a gun fanatic and attempted to climb the 5 strand gaucho-wire fence to get to a rifle target 300 yeards distant, rather than go around the long end of the fence to the nearest gate. He hung himself up in the barbwires, had a stroke and died from the fire ants swarming him. His remains were found about 5 days later. True story.) That said, I once treated an empty hay barn for fire ants for about 3 months in a row, exterminated skunks in the area, cleaned out the barn of loose straw (so no copperheads or other nasty venomous varmints were lurking about), rigged a block and tackle and some tie down hames on a few of the upright poles and across an overhead beam or two, hooded a sub, bound him and suspended him from the rafter between two of the poles and drove off in My noisy truck far, far down the county road until the sounds of the truck must have faded far away (about 2 and a half miles down the road). I purportedly left him there, hanging, all day. About 6PM I trundled back in the noisy truck, released him, threw him in the back of the pickup bed and trundled him, hogtied, across the bumpy road and cattle guards, to an unknown 'dungeon', (er, umm, really just my friend's garage), where I exhibited him in front of several other Dommes, ridiculed and humiliated him, let the Dommes jeer at him, make fun of him, insist that I get his pathetic little wee wee out of their sight, and laughed at him as the Dommes loaded him back into the bed of the pickup truck so that I could take him 'home' for a bath and a well deserved meal and cuddle time. What the silly boy never knew was that I drove the pickup away from him, alright, to a bridled mare that had been left in a corral on the other side of the farm. I rode the mare bareback back to the empty haybarn, left her in the shade of some trees a short distance away, walked silently to the barn and kept him company all afternoon. It was hilarious! I got to see every uncomfortable wriggle, grimace, strain, watched him test every rope, every knot, heard every whine, every moan, heard him call for me out loud in frustration, then in anger, then in trepidation, then in fear. Finally, he fell completely silent, straining to listen, and waited it out. He told Me later that he just couldn't believe in his heart I would have abandoned him, and he was right, of course, but he always kept wondering whether he was completely alone or whether I was waiting there somewhere nearby, completely silent! The 'fellow Dommes' were simply three close vanilla friends who know all about WIITWD and My participation it this lifestyle and who love Me anyway. They were all game enough, God bless 'em, to start with a few of the scripted lines of jive and chastisement that I had given them beforehand, then once the game of it set in with them they took off on their own and handled themselves like Pros! If he could only have seen them: I'm sure he fantasized they were all lavishly attired in fetish gear, but there they were, drinking glasses of wine, decked out in sweats and faded jeans, giving him the fantasy of his life. It's all about making the sub think that they've been left alone, while never being careless enough to ever leave them alone. Have I ever admitted that it was all a hoax? Hell, no! There's nothing quite as delicious as a really Great Mind Fuck. I'd be willing to bet that the 750 hours she spent 'alone' she really spent being watched from a nearby observation point. TexasMaam
< Message edited by TexasMaam -- 6/28/2006 7:02:44 PM >
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