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I'm sure there were many versions of nut-crunchers/ball breakers around, as well as devices for mutilating penises.

You're certainly right! I'm also sure that some (many ?) men have fantasy about own sexual torture, but they're often keeping silence...
It could be interesting to hear them, no?
 
I know quite a number of women who are into this fantasy.
I compare it to its male analogy: castration, that turns on many men as well.
Part of the thrill sure is that it's about the body parts that we generally protect most, isn't it? So it's the biggest possible taboo that is broken...

My first girlfriend, with whom I discovered BDSM was greatly turned on by this fantasy, while being well aware that fantasy and reality are two different pairs of shoes. I'll get back to that point later.

So I made this part of our play, eventually bringing a knife to her breasts and whispering into her ear "now the moment has come..." or something along those lines.
It didn't take much to bring her to a violent orgasm, with her mind cinema rolling at warp speed ;)
What was exciting for me...

Does the fantasy turn me on as a Dom: Yes it does, for the same reason as it turns on the girl.
Would I ever want to do more than "playing a bit" and make her mind cinema go: No! Not as long as women can't grow new breasts like sharks new teeth ;)
I adore breasts, they provoke a "tender impulse" in me and hurting them is almost like hurting myself. (Again: Breaking a taboo...)
What doesn't prevent me to hurt them... IF a girl likes that (what many do).

One has to be well aware of the nice fantasy and the nasty reality of the act. Our fantasy is "what we'd like it to be (she excited despite her will etc, breasts keeping their shape when cut and nice firm meat) while the reality would reveal that it's a bloody mess and breast are just fat and not chicken breast meat ;)
So, as a fantasy it's fine, much more widespread as one would think.
 
You're certainly right! I'm also sure that some (many ?) men have fantasy about own sexual torture, but they're often keeping silence...
It could be interesting to hear them, no?
I know that many men fantasize about the "final cut" as well;)
 
while the reality would reveal that it's a bloody mess and breast are just fat and not chicken breast meat ;)

However, how we're proud of them !:rolleyes:
 
The Saint Agatha pictures amaze me the way most depict as blase or even looking forward to the mutilation of her breasts. As I have said before I don't find breast torture arousing for me. But I understand others do and I can move on to another thread that does do something for me.

I've had a couple of relationships where we'd switch roles or even chain ourselves together with collars and both play slaves. Again speaking from my experience if I am feeling truly dominated or threatened the wheezer would not rise to the occasion no matter how much she would punish me or yell at it to rise.

And there is my insight. It is hard force a male to have an erection but the male can still use his female victim whether she is aroused or not.

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First I'd like to say, I love my breasts and have no desire to have anything sharp near them!

When I was a little girl and my breasts started growing, I hated the idea, hated it!

I wanted everything to be the way it was!

Breasts were a sign I could not be who I was ... They were the window into womanhood.

I soon realized that I was helpless to change my fate!

That is a part of every fantasy!

A certain feeling of helplessness!
Accepting your chosen fate.

That is what is exciting !!!
 
In listening all your reactions, our breasts are the most wonderful thing that we have ...
So, why ancient men wanted to cut them? ...and perhaps some actual men?:D
In cutting breasts, I also think that it was to eliminate, for a woman, to nurse a baby and then, she was denied in what she can fulfil her role:
to give life!
 
Surprising ! It's not common...I was very proud of mines and wanted looking
like my mother, sure!:rolleyes:

Messa, it did not take me long to realize the wonders of the world ahead!
Simply ! That is why I love my breasts! ;)
 
There is a photo in archive of a women on a cross with a spear being pushed through her right breast and screaming in pain and disbelief.
This is strangely exciting to me but only because she is simply a toy to be played with at this point.
 
Messa, it did not take me long to realize the wonders of the world ahead!
Simply ! That is why I love my breasts! ;)
We (guys) love 'em too! And for all the right reasons! They define feminity and womanhood perhaps more than anything else, simply because they're so..well...out there all the time! So keep 'em up ladies! We love the swell of them in a tight blouse or sweater, how they move when you walk/run. Love the pokey nipples when you're chilled. And the occasional exposure they get when you don't mean (or maybe you do mean) it!:D
 
There is a photo in archive of a women on a cross with a spear being pushed through her right breast and screaming in pain and disbelief.
This is strangely exciting to me but only because she is simply a toy to be played with at this point.
Are you the toy, or the person pushing the spear? Or just an observer turned on by the scene? Why would it turn you on?
 
Are you the toy, or the person pushing the spear? Or just an observer turned on by the scene? Why would it turn you on?

Because I would be helpless and already ready accessed my fate. ( in a fantasy )
 
There is a photo in archive of a women on a cross with a spear being pushed through her right breast and screaming in pain and disbelief.
This is strangely exciting to me but only because she is simply a toy to be played with at this point.
Keep in mind: we talk about the fantasy, not the real thing.
There is only a small step from "aroused by a spear" to "aroused by the cutting", at the core it's similar.
My girlfriend would not have let anybody touch her bare breast with a sharp knife, while tied into the door frame, unless she had complete trust!
And I am still not sure what turned me on most:
Her proof of trust that was allowing her to give in into such edge play and be relaxed to the point of being able to enjoy the fantasy or being allowed to hold that knife and let it scratch over her skin, imagining how it cut...
 
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