When I am in my more submissive mode it usually ends with me on bottom, having a ride taken on me. The “rider†is most always straddling me and looking in the opposite direction so I am facing the back. I do my best to lie as still as I can and keep my hands behind my head like I am usually instructed or commanded to do. I then stay in position and try to stay composed while I get joyously and mercilessly grinded upon. Since a ride is being taken on me, I guess that is why I can’t help but feeling/imagining that I am a ride. A coin operated kiddie ride. Sometimes I am the little racecar, sometimes the little rocket ship. Other times I am a brightly colored little horse or jungle animal. In my fantasy I am a machine. I am always making the same slow, steady motion going back and forth, and never ever having any control or power whatsoever.
My mechanical object fantasy is very different from other non-human fantasies I sometimes have. On occasion I imagine myself to be a horse or some other mount or steed animal. The fundamental difference for me in these two fantasies is that a horse, or zebra, or unicorn (to name a few), is capable of bucking, grunting, grinding back, bouncing wildly, and squealing or moaning in great pleasure and satisfaction. My mechanized kiddie ride requires a much different form of rhythmic control, and making sure I provide a slow and steady motion.
The placement of power and control in living animal vs. mechanical ride fantasies are also very different. In my mount/steed animal fantasy I am still the property of the rider. The rider is in control, and is the one with the power. However, a unicorn or horse is capable of a great deal of motion. They also bite, lick, and might kick around wildly. Such an animal may or may not also have a very strong spirit or will. The animal I imagine myself to be is at sometimes domesticated and tame, and at other times is wild and untamed. A mechanical animal ride does none of these things. A kiddie ride is a simple machine. It takes a lot of concentration for me not to lick, or bite, or grunt, or moan. I tell myself that I am just a machine. I am only a ride. I belong to my rider. My rider owns me. I exist only for the amusement of my “riderâ€. When I tell myself these things, it is silently, and in my head. I should mention that I also hear these thoughts in the “voice†of my rider. It is with this same silent voice that I also hear things like, “Don’t cumâ€, “You better not cumâ€, or “Don’t you dare cumâ€.
The mechanical kiddie ride fantasy is also very different from my inanimate object fantasy. For that I must be totally still, completely quiet, and be nothing more than a “thing†to be used and manipulated for the pleasure and gratification of another. Of course, when I imagine myself to be these objects, I am having very hot, very fulfilling, and far beyond satisfactory orgasms of my own. These fantasies only make those orgasms that much better. True objects wouldn’t experience that, I suppose. Such is the beauty and appeal of fantasy.
