Today I fulfilled the fantasy of an admirer... he wanted me to only wear a black speedo, he put a collar and a leash on me, then I walked on all 4 legs like a fagot whore, he insulted me, he kicked my ass, he He made fun of me, then I was forced to lick his leather boots, he put me in a mud pit to bathe in cooking oil, then he forced me to roll around in the mud full of oil while he masturbated...He asked me to take off my speedo, he filled it with his hot semen and ordered me to put it back on, and to wallow again like what I am... a pig tell me what is your fantasy?

And then you got kicked out of IKEA.

My fantasy, honestly, would be finding out that a guy I already know in my normal, everyday life is into messy fun, genuinely wants to trash me or let me trash him (or is willing to make a bet that one of us will get to trash the other), knows it turns me on and is cool with that fact (or even excited or intrigued by that fact), and who'll keep everything we do between the two of us, without telling other people in our normal, everyday lives.

I have two - one that is mild, one that is wild!

My mild one is to be spread between a door frame and have my hands tied to the top corners and my legs tied to the bottom corners and then to be attacked from both sides with all kinds of food, gunge and slime!

My wild one is to be thrown into a slurry pit or a pit full of cowsh*t - total humiliation!

Mild: walking on the beach with my girlfriend after dinner. Maxi dress drags in the sand so like any other rational person her response is jumping in the pool fully clothed to wash it off.

Wild: I pay for several customs involving every single type of maxi dress I've ever wanted to see messy under every single type of system (?)

Striped with a jean jacket for The Pie Zone, maybe a halter neck tribal print for one (maybe the human car wash?), and then a strapless chevron one for the Aussie Girls one that delivers a continuous streak so they're constantly having to pick the top back up.

One of my most enduring fantasies since high school has been to have my basketball team lose a fundraising contest to the cheerleaders. My punishment is to be dressed up in a cheerleading outfit and forced to sit in the trash can at lunch and have everyone dump their leftovers all over me after lunch.

I always imagined everyone that I know walking by, laughing at me, and adding to the mess. I would hate and love this at the same time.

I can picture some people heading to the condiment bar and filling up a plate up with gross mixture of ketchup, mustard, and ranch and dumping that on my head. I'd have to sit there take it, the smelly mess running down my face and all over the borrowed short skirt.

I imagine else would load up a tray with those runny school mashed potatoes and that questionable brown gravy and smash it into my face, rubbing the mess in as I sit there helpless.

Leftover spaghetti, refried beans, sour cream, applesauce, and cottage cheese would all get dumped or smashed into my face throughout the lunch period.

After lunch, I'd get a small towel to wipe off my face, but otherwise I'd have to spend the rest of the school day in my trashed cheerleaders outfit.

Speaking as someone too often a hapless victim , I'd like to turn the tables on a couple of pristine, suited dudes here. They know who they are.

Give 'em a nice shove into a mudpit!

My fantasy is to have someone completely and totally humiliate me. Write degrading and humiliating wam and pig stuff all over me in permanent marker. Then putting a pig nose on me. Then trashing me with all manner of items until I reek and I'm completely unrecognizable. The whole time laughing and making funny of me, making me snort and oink, and recording the whole thing to use as blackmail. So I do what they say from now on or the video is released online.

I'd love a session in Quizbob's gunge tank with JonnyK and Wardy. I've never been gunged before so hope they'd be gentle with me as they show me the ropes.