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
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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
Mollyxxx
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7 comments
Beautifully said, as always. I also do not react to being treated as such. I am meant to be touched and felt, tasted and feasted upon, looked at and seen.
Stella
Oh Molly! I love that we have the same kind of fantasy, to be on a table and having people select their food and fruit off our bodies. Such a delicious idea and I think there might even be a story about that on my blog… I will have to search for it. If I remember correctly, it was one of my Wank Wednesday stories 😉
Rebel xox
As a kink a no for me – as an aesthetic definitely interesting to look at and potentially photograph in some form at some time.
~Mia~ xx
I really like your feelings on this – well said 🙂
It is because I dislike it, that my wife uses it has her punishment mechanism.
It’s too detached. I want to be touched and hit, or fondled and poked. But not ignored. It’s horrible; I hate it.
But it works. She uses it as a threat and it works! Because I hate it.
Like you I see the pictures as interesting art. Even as a top I play for escape and a connection so anything that creates a detachment doesn’t hold much appeal.
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