I have blackmail fantasies. Sometimes I toy with the idea of putting a protection order on a boyfriend, then having him arrested for failing to maintain enough distance from me. I tremble at the thought of going downtown to the jail and seeing him in the lock-up. I picture how I would dress. Probably leather and boots with heels. I love watching what an outfit that is not revealing but still sends out a subtle dominant message does to the right kind of man. I think of him coming out in his prison jump suit to speak to me in the visitor’s section. He would be completely at my mercy. He would be hurt and bewildered by my actions. I imagine him leaning into the window and begging me to end the charade. I imagine myself smiling at his distress but doing nothing but promising to return the next day to visit him again. There is something so powerful about imagining the shocked and hurt look on his face that it gives me the shivers.
This whole scenario is so powerful that I masturbate to the thought of it frequently. Alas I will never actually live this as I realize that I could put myself in legal jeopardy for using the criminal justice system for my bondage games. But I still have my dreams.
