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Anonymous commented at 2009-05-10 16:27:28 » #50313
Im a guy and I would like to try this as well. Both being a girl put in a similar situation of being fixed to a stationary position as a sex object for anyone to come up and have sex with. And also I would love to try these services as a guy if it was safe and I knew the girl wasn't forced to it.
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Im a guy and I would like to try this as well. Both being a girl put in a similar situation of being fixed to a stationary position as a sex object for anyone to come up and have sex with. And also I would love to try these services as a guy if it was safe and I knew the girl wasn't forced to it.
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Anonymous commented at 2010-09-11 00:26:06 » #432894
I too, had fantasies of this when I was a child. I would imagine having no arms or legs, even to having my pelvic bones removed. You see amputees, read about them and try to imagine what it's like. For us men, it is very erotic. If a man denies this he is a lyer. Yes, I know it's miss-spelled!
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I too, had fantasies of this when I was a child. I would imagine having no arms or legs, even to having my pelvic bones removed. You see amputees, read about them and try to imagine what it's like. For us men, it is very erotic. If a man denies this he is a lyer. Yes, I know it's miss-spelled!
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Anonymous commented at 2011-04-02 21:28:36 » #679198
Most likely, she was put there in order to cover a debt or something. Probably a punishment for a crime, or simply that she had no way to support herself, and this was the only way she could manage to survive, since otherwise she wouldn't be able to get food to live.
As a (straight) guy, I agree with some of the people on here. Being in this position as a girl doesn't seem too unappealing. I've always had a fantasy of being a female sex object, kept in slavery and at the complete mercy of others, denied her humanity and used for pleasure or convenience. As a slave, I'd be used and treated any way the master desires, knowing that I have as much control over my destiny as the chair my master sits on. However, as property, I'd cost money, and be a valuable investment, so at least I'd be able to have some faith that my master wouldn't do anything too harmful to me.
Of course, amputation is irreversible, so it would mean I'd spend the rest of my life like that. However, if I was a slave, it would naturally mean I'd spend the rest of my life as a slave anyways. And amputation means that she's usable only for pleasure. However, people age, and when an amputated slave is in her 30s (or even younger, that kind of stress would definitely accelerate aging a bit, not to mention muscle atrophy from her inability to move), she'd be discarded, since an amputated slave can't work. The slave in the picture seems to be intended for public use, too, meaning it's even more stressful.
My real fantasy, however, is to be this girl: gelbooru.com/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=118531 in this situation: gelbooru.com/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=789903. It would be scary, yet exciting, to be a sex slave stored in a small outdoor cell, used whenever my master desires. The aspect of the first picture I like, though, is that the girl is handcuffed with her hands behind her. I have a fetish for that (as you can see from the comment in the second pic) - there's just something so exciting about that idea that you'd be helpless and unable to use your hands for anything. Things like feeding, cleaning, etc. would be difficult tasks. But unlike amputation, it's technically reversible. Those handcuffs can, eventually, come off.
But, that doesn't mean they will. Here's a little fantasy scenario I came up with: I'm a slave girl, who's still a virgin. I have been bought from the market after spending most of my life as the sole slave maid for a small household, having been sold by my birth parents to cover a debt at age 7 or 8 9those who have known freedom better understand what their position is as slaves), being worked to the bone daily, spending at least 18 hours a day, minimum, working, and sleeping on the cold, hard floor. I am only allowed to bathe once a week, due to my owners' lack of money. My master does not abuse me physically nor sexually use me; they treat me as slightly lesser than a pet, and are average as far as masters go. I am permitted to wear clothes, but they are mainly old, ragged hand-me-downs, since my owners are poor 9they run into financial hardship a few years after buying me). I am fed gruel once a days, but by the time it gets that bad, my owners don't actually eat all that much better than me, maybe bread twice a day. I am eventually sold to help cover the debts that my owners have accrued since they bought me, in my late teens (somewhere between 16 and 18, where I live 16 is legal, but my scenario is more of a high fantasy thing, not real-world).
I end up in the slave market, and am displayed, completely naked, on what is essentially a rotating upright pillory (think of it as being bound to the spokes of a wheel and having to walk around the center of the wheel as it rotates). The experience of beign in the pillory, with my arms bound and myself unable to hide my face in the middle of the marketplace. I am incredibly beautiful, so the customers often look over me - I am poked, prodded, examined, but the slave dealer has a policy that forbids sexual use of unbought merchandise, so I only get a few discreet touches on my nether regions while his back is turned. The wheel rotates from dawn to dusk, and I am not let out, the wheel is simply lowered to let me sit during the night. Due to my beauty, the price is high, and I am not bought for a month or two.
Eventually, I am bought by a young man who's handsome and kind (I am a straight guy, but if I was a girl, I'd be a straight girl...), He takes me and puts me into the situation similar to the second pic I posted. I am kept in a small cell, kneeling, my legs chained to the walls, about to be used as a sex slave. I am wearing skimpy, revealing, clothes (similar to this:tinyurl.com/3tgf37p but without the armor). My master prepares to put the handcuffs on me, but I beg him not to: the experience in the pillory was horrible, and I am a willing slave. I explain to him that I am aware that I do not have the right to make this kind of request, but I tell him I will bear any punishment if he will only let my leave my hands unbound. He agrees to my request, and doesn't even punish me.
He then proceeds to have sex with me, and I enjoy it. The cage is to be my new home, and I am not unbound. I simply wait, shacled at the ankles, there in-between sex. I am fed 3 times daily, and washed every two days by a slave girl who comes to clean me (the same one that brings me food). I have no contact with the outside world besides my master and this slave girl. However, I am happy and carefree, and even a sort of favorite of the master, as I glean from the fact that the slave girl tells me that all of master's other sex slaves have their hands bound.
My master is rich, though. He has many other slaves. the visits slowly decline in frequency, and I am left wanting more of him. By the end of the second year, he usually only visits weekly, going even so much as two weeks without touching me. I quickly realize that I can masturbate to tide myself over. However, for a slave to masturbate is a serious crime, since it is essentially a slave taking control of her own pleasure - a perversion of a slave's role. I escape notice of this due to my washings.
However, after about two months of this, my master notices that my vagina is not clean, since I have not been cleaned since the last time I masturbated. He realizes that I've been masturbating, and gets angry at me. I promise I will never do it again. However, I am discovered a second, and a third time.
The third time, he is furious. He decides to punish me by putting the handcuffs back on me. I do not argue, knowing that this is just, and that by all rights, my hands should have been bound in the first place. My masters shackles my wrists behind my back. I know that they will remain bound for the rest of my life. However, mt master gives me more attention after that, and I end up not hating my shackles. I live happily bound for the rest of my life.
Well, that was long.
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Most likely, she was put there in order to cover a debt or something. Probably a punishment for a crime, or simply that she had no way to support herself, and this was the only way she could manage to survive, since otherwise she wouldn't be able to get food to live.
As a (straight) guy, I agree with some of the people on here. Being in this position as a girl doesn't seem too unappealing. I've always had a fantasy of being a female sex object, kept in slavery and at the complete mercy of others, denied her humanity and used for pleasure or convenience. As a slave, I'd be used and treated any way the master desires, knowing that I have as much control over my destiny as the chair my master sits on. However, as property, I'd cost money, and be a valuable investment, so at least I'd be able to have some faith that my master wouldn't do anything too harmful to me.
Of course, amputation is irreversible, so it would mean I'd spend the rest of my life like that. However, if I was a slave, it would naturally mean I'd spend the rest of my life as a slave anyways. And amputation means that she's usable only for pleasure. However, people age, and when an amputated slave is in her 30s (or even younger, that kind of stress would definitely accelerate aging a bit, not to mention muscle atrophy from her inability to move), she'd be discarded, since an amputated slave can't work. The slave in the picture seems to be intended for public use, too, meaning it's even more stressful.
My real fantasy, however, is to be this girl: gelbooru.com/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=118531 in this situation: gelbooru.com/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=789903. It would be scary, yet exciting, to be a sex slave stored in a small outdoor cell, used whenever my master desires. The aspect of the first picture I like, though, is that the girl is handcuffed with her hands behind her. I have a fetish for that (as you can see from the comment in the second pic) - there's just something so exciting about that idea that you'd be helpless and unable to use your hands for anything. Things like feeding, cleaning, etc. would be difficult tasks. But unlike amputation, it's technically reversible. Those handcuffs can, eventually, come off.
But, that doesn't mean they will. Here's a little fantasy scenario I came up with: I'm a slave girl, who's still a virgin. I have been bought from the market after spending most of my life as the sole slave maid for a small household, having been sold by my birth parents to cover a debt at age 7 or 8 9those who have known freedom better understand what their position is as slaves), being worked to the bone daily, spending at least 18 hours a day, minimum, working, and sleeping on the cold, hard floor. I am only allowed to bathe once a week, due to my owners' lack of money. My master does not abuse me physically nor sexually use me; they treat me as slightly lesser than a pet, and are average as far as masters go. I am permitted to wear clothes, but they are mainly old, ragged hand-me-downs, since my owners are poor 9they run into financial hardship a few years after buying me). I am fed gruel once a days, but by the time it gets that bad, my owners don't actually eat all that much better than me, maybe bread twice a day. I am eventually sold to help cover the debts that my owners have accrued since they bought me, in my late teens (somewhere between 16 and 18, where I live 16 is legal, but my scenario is more of a high fantasy thing, not real-world).
I end up in the slave market, and am displayed, completely naked, on what is essentially a rotating upright pillory (think of it as being bound to the spokes of a wheel and having to walk around the center of the wheel as it rotates). The experience of beign in the pillory, with my arms bound and myself unable to hide my face in the middle of the marketplace. I am incredibly beautiful, so the customers often look over me - I am poked, prodded, examined, but the slave dealer has a policy that forbids sexual use of unbought merchandise, so I only get a few discreet touches on my nether regions while his back is turned. The wheel rotates from dawn to dusk, and I am not let out, the wheel is simply lowered to let me sit during the night. Due to my beauty, the price is high, and I am not bought for a month or two.
Eventually, I am bought by a young man who's handsome and kind (I am a straight guy, but if I was a girl, I'd be a straight girl...), He takes me and puts me into the situation similar to the second pic I posted. I am kept in a small cell, kneeling, my legs chained to the walls, about to be used as a sex slave. I am wearing skimpy, revealing, clothes (similar to this:tinyurl.com/3tgf37p but without the armor). My master prepares to put the handcuffs on me, but I beg him not to: the experience in the pillory was horrible, and I am a willing slave. I explain to him that I am aware that I do not have the right to make this kind of request, but I tell him I will bear any punishment if he will only let my leave my hands unbound. He agrees to my request, and doesn't even punish me.
He then proceeds to have sex with me, and I enjoy it. The cage is to be my new home, and I am not unbound. I simply wait, shacled at the ankles, there in-between sex. I am fed 3 times daily, and washed every two days by a slave girl who comes to clean me (the same one that brings me food). I have no contact with the outside world besides my master and this slave girl. However, I am happy and carefree, and even a sort of favorite of the master, as I glean from the fact that the slave girl tells me that all of master's other sex slaves have their hands bound.
My master is rich, though. He has many other slaves. the visits slowly decline in frequency, and I am left wanting more of him. By the end of the second year, he usually only visits weekly, going even so much as two weeks without touching me. I quickly realize that I can masturbate to tide myself over. However, for a slave to masturbate is a serious crime, since it is essentially a slave taking control of her own pleasure - a perversion of a slave's role. I escape notice of this due to my washings.
However, after about two months of this, my master notices that my vagina is not clean, since I have not been cleaned since the last time I masturbated. He realizes that I've been masturbating, and gets angry at me. I promise I will never do it again. However, I am discovered a second, and a third time.
The third time, he is furious. He decides to punish me by putting the handcuffs back on me. I do not argue, knowing that this is just, and that by all rights, my hands should have been bound in the first place. My masters shackles my wrists behind my back. I know that they will remain bound for the rest of my life. However, mt master gives me more attention after that, and I end up not hating my shackles. I live happily bound for the rest of my life.
Well, that was long.
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Anonymous commented at 2011-04-17 02:30:42 » #697730
I find this hot, along with other slave material, which is because I really hate personal rejection/hurting/abandonment/etc. Something is really fucking nice about having an angel who is just there, 100% absolutely guaranteed, and won't be going anyone. So you won't be left behind.
Another advantage of a slave girl is the fact that she won't make typical demands on you to buy her stuff, go to things you hate, etc. But that's less important to me. The point is that when you hold that slave-girl's hand you know she won't let go.
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I find this hot, along with other slave material, which is because I really hate personal rejection/hurting/abandonment/etc. Something is really fucking nice about having an angel who is just there, 100% absolutely guaranteed, and won't be going anyone. So you won't be left behind.
Another advantage of a slave girl is the fact that she won't make typical demands on you to buy her stuff, go to things you hate, etc. But that's less important to me. The point is that when you hold that slave-girl's hand you know she won't let go.
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