The human brain remains a mystery. We don’t even know what motivates us; why we are who we are, what it means. One of the reasons I love the internet is because it allows people with unique tastes to find each other risk-free. They share ideas and find out they are not alone. The rest of us can learn things we never knew we liked, and in some cases, never wanted to know.
This is the first installment in a series on unusual fetishes. I plan to look right into the deepest, darkest, hairiest crevices of human desire and find the lint that none of us knew was there. In a word, I want to study the fetishes for which we have no porn.
I say we have no porn, but obviously, all kinds of porn exist. We should all be familiar with Rule 34. We just don’t have it for one reason or another. Today I would like to talk about one such fetish, which I had the opportunity to learn about only when a FemDom.com reader wrote in and explained his fantasy.
His name is Cubby and he wrote in with this letter. He is a sincere, earnest guy, and he gave his permission to post this letter on the blog. I have only made some format and spelling changes, the wording and emphasis are all his. It gets pretty intense, fair warning, but it represents the pinnacle of male submission to a female.
 Cubby, bravely volunteering to sacrifice his life to fulfill his desires. Dear Event Coordinator: If you desire the unique revenue producing venture, I wish to voluntarily donate myself as the Kahlua Long pig for the main entree at the women’s Hawaiian Luau or the Turkey at the Thanksgiving Dinner. I have had this fetish for many years and it may be a fantasy money making video for the internet or reality. I will sign all legal documents so you know I am aware of what I am getting myself into. I have attached my picture and will tell you where to find the script on Google so your guests will know what the evening’s “piece de resistance” looks like on the platter for this ultimate gastronomic feast. The spellbound attendees who brought cameras may take pictures to remember this fantastic event before the climactic moment proceeds with the carving ritual. I am prepared as the Dinner Guest Of Honor. After I am fattened up, inspected, and shaved, I am basted with my own juices, oils, and spices. I am roasted alive on the rotisserie or alive in the oven. This procedure is located near the banquet area so when the guests arrive they will smell the delicious aroma to stimulate their appetites. The carving crew places me onto the sterling silver carving platter and my golden brown skin, cooked to perfection, is garnished with a honey/pineapple glaze and decorated with fruits. No succulent long pig is complete unless the traditional red apple is stuffed in its mouth. The platter is placed onto the cart and the plump entree is wheeled into the banquet area. The guests were handed slips of paper with my body diagram on it divided into dark and light meat. They gave the slips to their waitresses and were brought to the platformed table where the carvers received them. After given my Last Rites of making the ultimate sacrifice for the dining pleasure of the ravenous guests, the carving ceremony would commence where I would be carved to order by the hostesses. I am meat so cooking is only a formality. This is really the best destiny I may hope for since I will be appreciated by some of the most discerning palates in the country. I may be fattened up to 240-250 pounds so there will be plenty of meat to go around so everyone gets their choice cut. If there are any leftovers, I will be placed in doggy bags for the attendees to take home. It is a privilege to be consumed by your 200 friends and if you sell dinner tickets at $100 each, that is $20,000. My penis and testicles will be auctioned off for dessert. This is an enormous amount of revenue for the evening affair. I melt when I see bikini clad women in high heels and wish to spend eternity in their warm bellies. The sexiest part of the woman’s anatomy is her navel. My characteristics are 100% healthy, 185 pounds, 5’10″, blond hair, blue eyes, never married, no children, no drugs, non-drinker, and non-smoker. I received a football scholarship to Michigan State University and earned the Master of Business Administration. My career is as a librarian. I do not think of this as the end of my life but the completion of it. It is an honor to serve womankind and to promote female supremacy. Thank you for your consideration and I look forward to the favorable reply. |
Cubby is a vorarephile. It’s a deep rabbit hole I came to find out. Stay tuned next week when we’ll learn more about vorarephilia and Cubby’s quest for a glorious death.