Saturday, October 13, 2007

My Hairy Wild Man Dominant Side


I have been writing about who/what I imagine myself to be while in a sexually submissive state. In the spirit of balance I thought I would share some of the fantasies that I entertain when I am being sexually dominant.

When I am being sexually dominant, or just assuming control, or the role of the one with all or most of the power, I am often not acting incredibly refined. I am at times, very verbal, calculated, and quite careful about the moves I make, and the specific actions I take. However, in this more refined state of being sexually dominant, there is little fantasy associated with what I am actually doing. That isn’t to say I don’t enjoy it a great deal, because I do. I just don’t usually imagine myself to be someone, or something else. I feel like myself, and genuinely concentrate on the task at hand. It is still creative, inspired, and a wonderful experience that I love. It just isn’t really fantasy.

The fantasy character I imagine myself to be most often when in a state of dominance is a “Woodwose”, or “hairy Wildman of the woods”. The Woodwose may also be called a “Woodhouse” or “Wodehouse”. They are wild men who are usually covered in hair, have superior strength and speed to humans, and operate in a very instinctive, aggressive, and basic nature. The Woodwose is the European Sasquatch/Bigfoot figure. Similar wild man myths and legends also can be found in the folklore of various Native American cultures. There are some differences between these wild men of the woods and large hairy bipeds like Sasquatch. The Woodwose was closer in size to human beings, and often had magical powers, usually elemental and to do with nature (such as controlling wind or water, and the ability to communicate with animals or plants).

So this is the character I imagine myself to be when in a sexually dominant state, a wild man. I admit I am a rather non-hairy individual, but that is where the benefits of fantasy enter. I like fantasizing that I am a wild man of the woods, and that I am curiously but aggressively (even clumsily) playing with, examining, and ravishing a helpless human. I become most involved in the exploration of a soft and smooth body pinned down by my superior strength. Using heightened animal senses I smell, taste, and feel the little human as it squirms and wriggles around underneath me. The human is often a camper or hiker I have abducted or kidnapped. I then imagine we are isolated, secluded, and far from civilization. I am not mean, or bossy. I am simply an aggressive and dominant wild animal of a man, who does whatever he wants, because he doesn’t know any better.