Caffeine Daydreams

Tentatively, I listen as jazz percolates in through my headphones and down into my ears, caffeinating my brain.

Ah, Miles be my wild mistress.

I watch the women's 49kg taekwondo match on the BBC's live olympics channel. The dull task on my computer screen at work only intensifies my interest, as the two stick-thin women throw their legs at one another.

One of them has the letters 'DOM' written on the back of her jersey, clearly indicating that she is the Dominant and the other a submissive. Obviously all this kicking and flailing is some sort of ritual whereby the sub is challenging the Master, wanting to be taken by force. Ah, the mouthy sub routine, I think to myself, it's a classic. The Dom has to not only control their own emotions but bend the will of the other in order to...

I blink and look again. It dawns on me (rather slowly) that DOM problably stands for 'dominican republic', and that this is an olympic taekwondo match, not an elaborate scenario play. I look around and it appears I am not in a paddle-lined dungeon, but in my office, with no other kink stimuli save for the stapler on my desk.

Be wary, dear traveller, the mind of a dom is a twisted and winding garden at best. Abandon hope all ye who enter here.

Then I look at my empty mug, and wonder whether I should start cutting back on the coffee.

Wishlist

Dear santa, you kinky old bastard...

A short list of (mostly) unconsummated fantasies:

Having sex in a pitch-black room, with nothing but UV black lights for light, and then using UV paint on our bodies. Alternatively, having a pitch black room with strobe lights set to go off at long-spaced intervals; contrasting a lack of the sense with it's sudden abundance.

Perhaps mixed with the above, having certain music in the background. A simple fantasy, I know, but to be able to play/fornicate to the NIN album 'Ghosts', or to a Meshuggah album would heighten the experience entirely for me. Music affects me in ways I don't even fully understand. For instance I once had sex with a girl to a tribally influenced bulgarian band, and it utterly sent me into orbit.

I have whiled away more than one dull afternoon dreaming of making love to a girlfriend fully gothed up; black lipstick, black clothing, makeup, a collar. I can't remember a time when I wasn't hugely attracted to goths.

Speaking of fantasy, never underestimate the power wearing a collar has over my libido. Sex with a girl wearing a collar is utterly, profoundly different to me than sex without, despite whatever activities we may get up to.

Though I would consider myself Dom, I have always been of the opinion I would switch submissive at some point if for no other reason than to get a fuller picture of play. However, one fantasy that I have never managed to consummate is my lifelong fantasy of having a more mature woman dominate, to the tune of The Piano Teacher. (For those who haven't seen this movie I strongly urge you to.) This fantasy definitely stems from my secondary school form tutor, who would wear knee-high boots and a skirt to school, and had an elegantly thin frame to her, not to mention a dry sarcastic wit to match (above all else, I prize wit in others). I could even swear that once, during a one-on-one, that she may have let on she would be interested, but the subtleties of it wouldn't allow further comment, but nonetheless it set my 16-year old brain on fire.

Obviously not just any Domme would do, and if one thinks me too discerning in my choice of girlfriends, they would positively gawk at the long list of criteria for which I've set for this particular role.

I'm not sure if I had any particular purpose for writing the above, but perhaps simple posterity will suffice?

I'm sure, more to come.