Chapters (17)
- Cover
- Imaginative Sex
- No Fantasy, Please, We’re Americans
- Contents
- I. Imaginative Sex: The New Sexual Revolution
- II. Love, Hunters And Evolution
- III. Marriage, Sex And Normality
- IV. Sex And The Brain
- V. Marriage And The Ventilation Of Emotion
- VI. Privacy
- VII. Disease
- VIII. Requirements For Imaginative Sex
- IX. Imaginative Techniques
- X. Sensuous Fantasies: Recipes Of Pleasure
- EPILOGUE
- Appendix
- Copyright
How will he tame her? Obviously in taming a woman he will subject her to both physical and mental coercions. Restraints can be desirable, chains, bonds and small cages. Food can be important, rewarding her when she does well, denying her when she fails to please. Uncertainty can be useful, too, keeping her off balance and unsettled. Is she to be struck or commended? When you approach her is it to strike her or to caress her clitoris? She doesn’t know. She is confused, frightened. She is dependent on your whim, your mercy. You make her, further, do many small tasks, degrading and menial, for example, putting on and tieing your shoes in the morning, untieing and removing them at night with her teeth, bringing you coffee and drinks when you wish, running meaningless errands hurriedly, etc. Then you may use other psychological techniques; for example, you may have her repeat, standing, lying or kneeling naked before a mirror, being registered by a computer, “I love being his slave,” “I love him to fuck me,” etc. for hours a day for weeks. She is also forced to do exercises, and to pose and perform slave dances, and serve food and drink as a slave. She is made, over a period of months, to think and act completely as a slave. Somewhere in this regime, she discovers, to her horror, that she is, internally, psychologically, a slave. Her slavery has been imprinted on her unconscious. She is now a slave, a delight to her master.
Consider an example?
Does he tame her without the whip, or is she the sort of woman who cannot be tamed, except under the lash. Is her pride such that she needs the leather for its shattering? On the steel plates on his ship does she look up at him? “Don’t whip me again. Caress me, Master. I am your slave.”
Variations are at the wish of the players.
The woman, incidentally, may prefer to play this fantasy in such a way that she can resist even the whip. It is only, after her whipping, to his touch that at last she yields. His lips, his maleness, his hands, do to her body what the leather could not. It is in his arms, not at the whipping shackles, or elsewhere, that she learns, lovingly, her true and total slavery. This is perhaps the best variation.
Experimentation is important; mutual delight and sensuous “rightness” will mark the successful experiments. Neither partner will be in doubt as to which are the successful experiments.
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