Round Table Discussion: Roleplay

What’s that sound I hear? Why, it’s a gaggle of beautiful, spanky people gathering at the round table for another edifying discussion! The topic this time is one very close to my heart. Roleplay!

It will come as no shock to regular readers to hear that I love to indulge in roleplay as part of kinky sex. I love dressing as a schoolgirl and being punished in detention; I love dressing as a maid and being thoroughly chastised by the master of the house. There are loads of fantasy situations and roles (and outfits) that I enjoy, and many more that I would like to try. (Cheerleader in a kidnap/non-consent fantasy is top of the to-try list, should anyone fancy forking out for a uniform).

But whether I’m playing a naughty secretary about to have her pencil skirt hitched up against her will or an ageplay daughter in trouble with a strict Daddy, the common factor is that it just feels SO damn good to cast off all of my usual cares for a while and immerse myself in another reality. One in which nothing matters but the rules my partner and I create; one in which the physicality of things, the sensuality of things, is central. For as long as we remain in the fantasy school of our shared imaginations, in a very real sense I am a schoolgirl, powerlessly subject to strict, humiliating discipline and the lustful attentions of my teacher. And those scolding words, that wagging finger, and that frightful, scorching ruler on my backside, are all I care about.

Escapism is of course a significant part of the experience, as the above hopefully attests. But I think that this act of escape is not as straightforward as it might seem: it is certainly not just a matter of ‘dressing up’. The proximity of roleplay to sex (and kink) is one complicating factor, as this introduces a level of physical and emotional intensity to the experience that renders it profoundly corporeal. A second is the liberating quality of escapism itself. I think that the sensation of escapism – an experience in which I am, essentially, escaping myself – ironically helps me become more aware of myself. It frees me to focus; it gives me licence to feel, and to relish, more completely. This dual experience, this simultaneous escape/centring, is perhaps comparable to the experience of submission and the phenomenon of ‘subspace’.

Okay, that’s enough theorising :)

Did I mention that I love to play as a maid? This fantasy vies with schoolgirl as my favourite as it is so damn hot. Different, of course: more licentious, more adult. I love the power dynamic, and the helplessness it affords me; I love that my partner knows he is free to do with me just as he pleases, however depraved or humiliating or painful his attentions might prove. I have been bent over a table and bound (minus my knickers of course), been verbally lashed and physically thrashed, then had his big, hard cock forced into my wicked little mouth... I can’t adequately describe the feeling I get as I pleasure him like that, an abject, shameful whore, tears running down my face, my bottom and legs agonisingly red from my thrashing. Let’s go with AMAZING. And then, when he strides round behind me, and tells me I deserve to be fucked like the wanton little bitch I am, and he forces his throbbing, steel-hard cock into me, every last yelp-inducing inch of it, and he pounds and pounds just as hard as he can, each thrust jolting me, making me gasp, his hips slamming against my tender skin...

And all the while he whispers (and growls) cruel, demeaning words, disdainfully reminding me of my lowly status, of his ownership of me... and warns that I will be sorely regretful if I have the audacity to come...

Yep, that’s my idea of a thoroughly good time.

That’s what this naughty girl thinks about roleplay, anyway. What does it mean to you? Please share your thoughts – I'd love to hear them!

And check out what the other kinky peeps round the table have to say: