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I concur with that expansion of the term. And would even add that a couple (hetero or otherwise) or even three friends together can be "gang banged" by a group of domineering others. Men like to be gang banged too, and that can be sadistically or not, by women, or men, or a combination of the two. Maybe the definition starts to unravel a bit though, after you get into things like three powerfully dominant people having their sexual way with five or six other meek and timid ones. And then there's the question of controlling the degradation, or having it dealt to you at the gang bangers whim. I think however that what the good Harriet is going for here (and correct me if I'm wrong), is the intent focus of entranced ganged together masculinity upon gratifying themselves blatantly with self serving disregard for the single object of their feminine lust; and whether she's delegating the game, acting out a role, or abandoning herself to the "rules" of the men, is probably irrelevant to the sensations that the woman herself is going for in the first place. All by herself like that, she must really feel extra-special indeed... Gives me shivers just writing about it. If I was a woman my panties would by soaked through right about now... Mmmmmmmmm... soaked panties...


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Oh my Harriet, that is indeed a misunderstanding... my apologies for not being more clear. The "irrelevancy" I spoke of was in regards to the scenarios and types of situations that might be engaged in (i.e.. with her in a position of power, or in total submission to the act, or whatever), with the feelings and sensations which the woman might want to receive from these experiences being the main point. Also most assuredly the physical aspect of the thing is definitely secondary to the psychological desires one would strive to feel when they are seeking to be gang banged, this has to be obvious. One cock, two cocks, ten cocks, it's all the same when taken physically, and you only have so many orifices anyway, but in a fantasizing mind, the act of performing for such an eager audience (whether you're commanding them, or letting yourself be manipulated), can drive you to the mentally ecstatic place you so earnestly want - if you know what I mean.


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My take on the thing, since you are asking generally, is that any fantasy or desire born within a person is directly related to everything they have ever been exposed to throughout their whole lives, by every role model, every one of their popular cultural understandings, and all societies bombardments of input which went into that persons psyche. Now I would have to write a short book here in order to get into all of the aspects I see in this, and I'm sure I would only get disagreement and flack from it anyway, so let me just get into my own personal understandings of these things in relation to your last few questions, and this most intriguing topic you've opened up for us all.


I have within myself discovered a certain riveting titillation towards anything and everything that has been designed by popular societal culture as being immoral, and wrong. I don't know where this came from in myself, whether as a rebellious expression at discovering common mankind to be a hypocritical race of unthinking idiots who throw different brands of morality around like they had halos up their ass's, and god's own intentions clearly understood, or if it was from self exploration in the art of my own privately thinking mind which lead me to be exited by all things tabu. Either way the general theme to my deeply seeded extreme turn-ons seems to me to be rooted in the secretive partaking of pleasure from the very same things I have been taught all of my life that I am most definitely NOT supposed to take pleasure from. The act of doing something "wrong" to me has become a fascination for my being of the most ultimately provocative kind. I've always been a staunch heterosexual for instance - though some people would definitely disagree with me there - and so it has always been wrong in my mind to have any sexual interest in men whatsoever, and even though the idea of having a boyfriend, or even of kissing a man romantically still repulses my sensibilities homophobically, I still find myself being completely entranced with the epitome of all wrongful acts which any strait-man can ever indulge in: giving another man a vigorously righteous, and eager to please blow job!


I find the very "unnaturalness" of the deed to be absolutely hypnotizing, and all the stigma that's attached to the thing only drives my desires more. Likewise if I imagine that the man is forcing me to do it, that he has threatened my life in some way, and I have no choice but to please him to the best of my abilities, then this drives the tabu factor of the thing even higher for me, and my ecstasy is exponentially increased. This enchantment of mine grows even more towards the outer limits of sexual rapture when I am in a position to be violently defiled by many men at once, and if they mock and abuse me while I franticly strive to please them all in every available way which I possibly can, as eagerly and devotedly as they will allow me to be, well... I become giddy just thinking about it... [sigh] And because I have also been at the other end of this game, with one special woman friend who begs us all (men and women) to be as brutal and degrading as we dare - without causing any actual harm of course - I know very well the opposite side of forbidden pleasures when committing such diabolical deeds in brazenly selfish sexual greed. So in this way I can imagine exactly what is lurking in the minds of the men who are gang-banging me, and that too intensifies the sensations for me, to understand how they are all pervertedly enjoying themselves, and that I am in fact the sole focus of their orchestrated lust, is the final delicious factor in this whole delightful scenario which just drives me absolutely wild. (Torture, and degradation by a single dominatrix, or a couple of vicious lesbian-sluts can also bring me such joys, but that is a side topic to the issues being presented here).


The only thing I feel I should add to this last, is that with the dominant position of being one of the gang bangers, there is sometimes a slight guilt attached to slapping her maybe a little too hard, or in fucking her raw, reddened love holes just a wee bit too long, so that she always has to at some point reassure me, and all of us, that she's really having the time of her life, and that she's not yet ready to stop with the game. In this way there is not nearly as much abandonment to lust, though just as entrancing to the actively erotic mind, and so I would say that the position of receiving all of that mad focus and exited attention, is far more liberating to your inner most soul.


Now, I can't tell you if this is actually healthy behavior or not, though it's not as uncommon as some might assume, I can however say how I feel about it... Degradation of this type in a consensual game, where the people involved are all trusted participants, if not outright friends, brings to my experience a sense of fulfillment to everyone involved; at least to me no one seems to have any problem with it, for those that do would not come back to play again next time. As for my part, I am always elated beyond reasonable expectation, I revel afterwords in the act, letting it buoy me along as I float through the rest of my supper jolly day. I giggle a lot, and the secret knowledge I love to hold in my heart lifts me above all the rest of normal humanity as I walk down the streets. I always like to say that it's akin to recharging your batteries, to zap you with a kind of energy that you'd think you could only get out of drugs. Sometimes I never even have an ejaculation, my penis becomes totally unnecessary for the event, it's not even a part of the experience, though at other times being forced to spew my load for people can be just as intoxicating, however not for the orgasm itself, but for the act of pleasing another in this regard. Days later sometimes I'm so damn animated about the whole beautiful thing that I can actually irritate any "normies" around me with the over abundance in mirth I exude, which always seems to regular people so out of place [wink]. To me it's the ultimate in abandoning yourself, the excitement of transcending all the perceived rules and ideas about what's good, the leaping up over all of the stiflement that law tossing society has rammed down my throat, to brake free of the boundaries and constraints which life in a moralistic population demands of us all. And regardless of what others might think, it's actually an empowering experience to me, for I feel so much more confident afterwards in such a basic way; it heightens my senses in all things human, and brings me the same erotic achievement to my mind as any romantic love affair ever has, (and to be perfectly clear here, I'm not by any means knocking my other addiction for heterosexual one on one sex - it's just that I can easily compare the warmth I get inside my heart after a good solid raping, as being equivalent to the satisfactory sensations I get when making passionate love with my wonderful wife).


If this is unhealthy for me, then so be it, but I would like to think that I've explored my own mind on the matter with extensive attentiveness, and the only thing I can see in myself that is slightly disturbing to me, is my own slowly evolving tendency to push the envelope ever further and further on these little sadomasochistic games of secret pleasures I play. But I'm not too worried about it, as I'm not some kind of no-minded bestial sex-maniac who's life revolves around these things, for I rarely partake in such intensified sessions with all full-out rape, only practicing this total abandonment of self about three special times in every two years. Otherwise I enjoy respect from others during sex, and gentle loving intimacy with women just as much as the next guy, or at least so I believe; "everything in moderation, including moderation itself".



In any event, to me, these are entertainments that need to remain TABU in order to keep their allure. Not that if this was suddenly normalized by everyone, I wouldn't have a good time with it anyway, because for me it's already too late, my ideas of degradation and morally wrong behavior have already been pre-set, and thus so has my inner reaction at being self-exposed to these situations; but if one is to beget a further generation of people who enjoy all the sensations that "bad" behavior causes in us, by going against everyone else's claimed ideas of what some god might think about it, or in facing the perceived disgusted revulsion that society would have (would HAVE to have indeed, or else ALL bubbles would pop), then we are, every one of us, going along merrily on the right track. The more we teach our children those things which are by all means completely off limits for fear of eternal damnation in a wicked land of hell, that much more our children's minds will evolve to take "sadistic" pleasures in doing exactly those same things that they were taught to fear so much with the ultimate pain of parental disownment and shame. We all have a little trembling flutter of trepidation in us the very first time we cross certain boundaries of moralistically rigged values and rules, the first time we fucked out of wed lock, the first time we performed oral sex, the first time we let ourselves go enough to lick someones ass-hole, all of these things and many more have been subconsciously implanted in our minds as being dirty and wrong to various degrees, and the tremor's of delight we feel when we do them are a delirious release of the constricting chains that were wrapped around us from birth; an ultimately private (for who amongst the chained can we possibly tell) freedom from the ingrained lingering feelings we were given that committing these morally evil deeds was against everything holy and "good", and a welcomed balancing on the fine edge of those very sensations that brought such instinctual terror, when going against god, into our lives back when we were young. I merely kicked it up a notch, as they say, and in no way dose my practice of total degradation differ fundamentally from the feelings everyone got during their very first kiss. Anyone who has explored themselves to the fullest extent of there beings can attest the very same things.


I'm not saying that if we were spared being fed such dribble about what's write and wrong, good and evil, acceptable and not, that we wouldn't be doing these things anyway, but only that we wouldn't do them with such secretive abandon, and crazy lustful desire, because we would then feel free to explore them with true kindness and Love. If it's not "bad", then it can't bring such criminal feelings of pleasure unspoken - there wouldn't be any such thing as "degradation" at all! Degradation is just a form of expressing yourself outside of the box, and whether another would see this as healthy or not, is dependent solely upon their level of immersment into the depths of those feelings. It's all relative to the amount of inner digging of the soul that you do, for the ultimate magnificence in empowering delights one can possibly arrive at, which any one who has ever been close to it, or pondered these things diligently, must know is waiting for them in there.

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PUBLIC DISCLAIMER: I am in no way stating anything remotely relative to anyone else's life here but my very own! I'm expostulating gibberish to myself, rambling nonsensical disjointed ideas, expressing my own mind on things, and thinking out loud, but beyond that I'm not trying to convince anyone of anything at all!

Why don't we all just shut up and meet somehwere in real life and FUCK?