Hardsports: Fantasy made reality
Good evening to all My readers,
I do hope that you are seated comfortably, because today I am going to talk again about a subject that I have not brought up in a while, despite it being one of My utmost favourite activities: Hardsports
Hardsports, scat play, full toilet servitude, Kaviar tasting, call it what you will…
After an autumnal lull in hardsport bookings, all My toilets have been back during the winter period, as well as many new ones. Once again, I am rarely having to use a classic porcelain toilet for My needs, and this is just how I like it. Over the last few months, I have fed innumerable toilets, from never done it before novices to die hard shit eaters and I am glad to say that every last one of them has consumed. Slaves whom normally wouldn’t even let it near their mouths have found themselves leaving Dungeon Manor with a nice little souvenir in their stomach. This is how the world should be, don’t you agree?
I love the variety of My toilets: from young to old, all body shapes, colours and sizes, from all walks of life. Some are students, others rich company directors, and many of the creative type (artists, musicians etc.). Every one of My toilets is a fascinating individual in their own right, and all of them have one thing in common: They worship My shit.
One of My most recent scat sessions, was very interesting indeed. The man in question had been fantasising his whole life about hardsports, and he had built up this mad, complex fantasy revolving around eating My shit at a dinner table while I sat opposite him, eating My own dinner. Suffice to say, the fantasy was turned into reality and the reality was not as sexy for him as the fantasy had been. when he was hit with the smell, he refused even to eat a single spoonful of My shit. It took hours of coaxing, but finally, he consumed a rather large piece before going into shock and requiring lots and lots of after care. He hated himself for being turned on by shit, as many of you do I imagine. The fear that prevents you from going out and trying it for yourself is the same fear that prevents people from exploring their homosexual fantasies… We are programmed by society, our parents, school, etc to live for the perceived judgement of others. Especially in England, we are brought up as a child being told again and again not to embarrass our parents and/or ourselves in public. “Don’t make a scene!” “Don’t embarrass Me like that!” “Stop it! Everybody is watching you!”… Through this conditioning, it can be easy to forget how to live as oneself, finding it much easier to follow suite in living the cut out life that we believe that everyone expects of us. Exploring one’s own fantasies, or even simple personal tastes might open a jar of worms, leading one to realise that one really doesn’t fit in with the perceived notion of “normality”. This could lead to second guessing oneself, hating oneself for failing to live up to the bar that has been set for one ever since early childhood. Boys like sports and cars, girls like make-up and kittens… It starts so young, and so simple, but it evolves over a lifetime into a long list of taboos: If you dress differently from the norm, you will be marginalised. If as a man you take up knitting, you will be considered un-masculine. If as a woman you decide to let your natural body hair grow, you will be considered dirty and unkept…. This list also encompasses sexual preferences. As a race, we humans are diverse, and that is our beauty. We come in all shapes and sizes. But we are told to fit into a single mould that says “one size fits all” on the label. This is complete and utter bollocks. You can be into whatever you want. It’s ok to explore your sexuality. As long as everything is consensual between you and the partner you have chosen for any activity, then all is good. So your fantasy is to eat shit? So what? We all shit every day. You are scared of being judged? Then don’t tell people. Keep it as your little secret. That is what I am here for. I enjoy hardsports, you enjoy hardsports, let’s enjoy it together. I will not judge you for being into shit. I’m into watching men eat My shit. I don’t think anything less of My toilets than I do of My sissies, masochists, or servitude slaves. I provide you with a safe space in which to explore your fantasy. It might turn out to not be what you had thought it would be, but that’s ok too. you’ll never know until you try. This is essentially what I managed to get into the head of the toilet slave who was sitting on My sofa having a bit of an identity crisis, shaking uncontrollably and going through waves of self hatred. Eventually, I managed to put him at ease, and he saw for the first time ever that it is ok to be into what you are into. I also gave him his new year’s resolution. “Fuck other people’s judgement. They’re too busy living for other people’s judgement to care about you, and even if they do judge you, what difference does it make?”
I recommend that you make that your resolution too. Live your life for yourself. Enjoy it, and explore whatever you want to explore. Go out there and do something crazy that you’ve been wanting to do for some time. If people judge you for it, then you know they are people you don’t want in your life anyway. Why the hell would you want to surround yourself with people who like you for something that is not you? I have blogged extensively on the topic, go forth and read them all