I was always the bad girl with the crazy ideas, but spider slavery never crossed my mind. I identified with the anti-heroes in comic books and never understood why the wicked witch never got the prince in fairy stories. True to form, in my twenties I started to realize my fantasies of domination. My fantasies were around controlling men, making them my personal sex slaves and using them for my personal satisfaction. I'd been using dating websites for some time when I finally met Nick, whose own particular fetish was too much for even me to handle.
I'd met men before who were into the idea of a woman having complete power over them. I'd even met men who had fantasies that women were bigger and stronger than men, even becoming giantesses who would crush men under their feet.
I couldn't relate to this but saw that it was a legitimate fetish. Nick, however, was even further along that spectrum. He fantasized that he was not a human, but rather a spider that would be crushed under a women’s feet. I was to find out the full extent of his spider slavery fetish after we had been dating for some time.
At first, Nick did not tell me about his fetish explicitly. He told me that he was into dominant women and that he had fantasies about a woman being bigger and more powerful than he was.
I remember that we were having a drink together in a local pub when Nick began to confess the extent of his fantasies of ‘spider slavery’. He confessed that he often thought about what it would be like to have eight legs, to live in a web and to be crushed beneath a woman’s shoes.
I couldn't believe what I heard at first: spider slavery? WTF?! But, emboldened by my willingness to listen, Nick went on. He told me that nothing would give him greater pleasure than to be my personal spider and let me keep him as a pet.
He was very much into the idea of me keeping him in a small cage with a lock. Part of his spider slavery fetish was the idea of being kept in chastity with me holding the key so that he could not realize his ‘animalistic’ urges without my express permission. I'd heard that some men had chastity fetishes, and have enjoyed controlling men’s orgasms and pleasure, but this was a bit too much for me.
I'm all for the idea of keeping men as slaves, even in cages, but the idea of dominating Nick while he wore some costume with four extra legs was too much for me to seriously consider.
It also made me realize what the limits of my fetishes were and spider slavery is one of them. I told Nick that we were going to have to go our separate ways. I lost touch with him, but I'm sure that there is a woman out there somewhere that's happy with her very own spider-man.
For such a short word, 'no' can be hard to say and harder still to hear. It’s difficult enough in everyday life sometimes, but it can be even
It’s the spookiest time of the year, and you might think that dressing up is just for kids or something you do at parties. But what about
Halloween is just around the corner, it’s the spookiest, sexiest time of the year filled with invites to parties but what do you wear? Never fear,