So, I don't identify myself as sub, but neither do I identify as Dom. However, I do have Dom-like fantasies, at times. I live in a college town, and work at a Univeristy. Occasionally I'll see a sweet young thing who will incite my recurring fantasy. It's almost always the same, and until recently, I had no idea that there was a name for the fetish involved - "Candaulism". The Grey Owl made mention of it in his blog last week, but has not yet elaborated.
According to wikipedia, "Candaulism is a sexual practice or fantasy in which a man exposes his female partner, or images of her, to other people for their voyeuristic pleasure."
So, without further ado, my recurring fantasy.....
I have cherished all of my pets, though each has grown in her submission in different ways. As a much older "Daddy Dom", I don't require sex of my pets, though I do require each of them to show herself for me. Of course, eventually, they all graduate and move on. Most find another Dom, and continue in the BDSM lifestyle. I'm so pleased when they do, and hope that they will make their next master as proud as I have been.
camille loved nature, and we walked the park trails together, often. One day, I ordered her to hide her keys at the trail head, and walk a mile up our favorite trail, alone. She was to be dressed in a jog-bra, shorts, and shoes. Nothing else. I knew she was familiar with a little side trail, there, that leads to a fire pit, frequented by teenagers out partying at night. I told her to look there for instructions.
I hid nearby, watching through binoculars as she found the note, the matches, and the small bottle of lighter fluid. She must have looked around for five minutes, screwing up her courage, before she finally put the note, her bra and shorts in the firepit, doused them with the lighter fluid, and set them ablaze. True to her nature, though naked, and terrified she would be seen, she waited until the fire burned down, and scooped dirt over it, assuring it was out.
She followed her instructions, then, walking farther along the trail. She would find replacement clothes in a half a mile, hidden under a log near the creek. I was sure she knew the one. We had sat upon it, one lovely day, feeding the ducks.
I followed just out of sight, assuring her safety. How I smiled when I passed a befuddled couple coming down the trail. They had obviously run into her. The young lady paused, but fumbled for words as she clearly wanted to speak to me. Finally, I said "The naked girl?" She nodded dumbly. "It's OK. She's mine. I'm just following to make sure she's safe." The young lady looked puzzled, as I passed them with a smile and a "Have a nice day". I didn't look back.
I haven't seen camille for a few years, but we keep in touch. We speak fondly of that day.
We both laugh remembering those days. She can't believe she was ever so shy! Her master rarely lets her wear clothes at fetish events, now, and she loves every minute of it!
How that experience transformed her! She had been raised by an uptight religious family. Though still a girl of excellent character and morals, she is now a naturist. After completing her business degree, she and her (now) husband opened a naturist resort in southern Georgia. I spoke to her a few weeks ago, and she said that she hadn't worn clothes for almost three weeks! Though she tells me she no longer does BDSM, I'm proud to say that I helped her find her appreciation for nudity and nature. How her customers must enjoy meeting their beautiful proprietor!
With the proliferation of camera phones, she became reluctant to show herself in public. I remember my frustration, and her brilliant suggestion to solve our problem!
The full-body mold, made by a friend, became an excellent work of art! Anyone who sees the gardens on my property will see kelly's nude form, permanently preserved in bronze, dancing among the flowers.
Beautiful nude photos of kelly (with her face obscured, of course), and many of my girls, grace the walls of my home.
This photo of ellen still blows my mind! I remember the countless hours of emails, coaxing, and conversation to help her overcome her inhibitions. We had known each other for two years before she finally flashed someone for me. That was longer than any other slave in my stable, but I knew she wanted to get there, and just needed my help!
Hard work pays off, and even the simplest things she did gave me so much pleasure, because I knew how hard it was for her!
So, imagine my delight when Master Tim sent me this image. ellen was the official greeter for the fetish fair he had organized in their city, last month. She disrobed on Friday afternoon, and was naked until Sunday night, meeting, greeting, and making sure the fair ran smoothly. Hundreds saw her naked that weekend, including all the hotel staff. I'm so proud of her!
katie is a very friendly person. At her request, and my direction, she's been a regular "welcome wagon" to several young men that have come to campus. If I see a shy, virginal looking young man, I send katie his way, to make sure his education is complete. How she loves Freshman Orientation!
These were just a few of my many girls. I hope you've enjoyed seeing them, as much as I've enjoyed showing them to you..... though I doubt it! ;-p