Forniphilia: a form of bondage and sexual objectification in which a person’s body is incorporated into a chair, table, cabinet or other piece of furniture. Simply put a form of objectification that absolutely leaves me cold. This is definitely one for the hard list for me. I certainly have a need to be objectified but as for me it is all about being an object of filthy dirty lust.
Call me a slut, a dirty bitch, a filthy whore
Your precious little fucktoy, who always wants more
Names that thrill and burn and grind
Inside my very dirty mind
Say them loud so they can hear
Whisper them when you are near
A wanton lust filled dirty piece of meat
Who bumps and grinds as if on heat
She can not get enough of you
And knows the words you speak are true
But squirms and turns denying then
I am a good girl she says again
But in her eyes you see her greed
An undeniable basic need
To hear the words; You are mine
Cumslut, fuckhole, bitch, whore
Again, again, more and more
I think many years of feeling like a maid has left me with an instant reaction of resentment when it comes to being treated like an inanimate object. I will not be your foot stool but I will happily sit by your feet and massage them. I will not be your table but I will happily make you dinner and bring it to you. I need you to see me, touch me, know me and treat me like a woman who is sometimes pretty and princess like and sometimes dark and deviant but always a woman.
I can see the beauty as a form of art in some Forniphilia and I suspect in the future some form of it will appear in my photographs but as a kink, something that turns me on, well it doesn’t turn me on at all but, there is one thing that lingers in my mind sometimes….
I am lying on a table, naked and across my body there is a feast; Succulent sweet fruit and little mouthfuls of delicious delights are artfully arranged across my flesh. Beside me there is a little tray, on it lays a selection of small silver forks, the type you get in a posh restaurant with 3 sharp little prongs and if they don’t take your fancy there is a little bundle of wooden toothpicks and a note… “Please select an implement, the use of fingers is prohibited…. for now”
I think I can feel a story brewing
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