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Showing some promise
Join Date: Jan 2010
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I'm gonna seem weird where this topic is concerned, but I've no interest in seeing my wife in an actual catfight. Why?
First, when I see people intent on seriously hurting each other, it reminds me what a hopelessly and ultimately doomed species we are because most fights tend to be over relatively trivial shit. If we can't resolve the pettiest of differences without violence, what chance do we have to resolve real issues? (This is a discussion for another forum really. Moving on...) Second, a year after we married, my wife broke her ankle. Seeing her in pain broke my heart. I derive no pleasure from seeing her hurt. Needless to say, this rules out so much as a friendly wrestling match because the moment she were hurt in the slightest, any enjoyment I might've been experiencing from seeing her fight would end immediately. Finally, I told her about my fetish before we were married. Her response was something about it "being an extension of male fantasies about lesbians" and that she knows such interests aren't the extent of who I am. She made it clear she'd never partake in catfighting, but considering the reaction of some of my previous girlfriends, this was a dramatic improvement. Does that mean I've never fantasized about seeing her catfight? No. I've entertained the thought of seeing her and assorted other women go at each other in some manner. The nice thing about fantasy is it precludes her actually being hurt. I'm sure she suspects I've thought about it, but she knows I respect her and her boundaries enough not to push the issue in real life...which, as I said, is problematic anyway. |
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Heavy hitter
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First off, I would say that any "people intent on seriously hurting each other" should not be involved in the female fight scene. Certainly no one like that would ever work a second time, put it that way. Wrestling (or rules catfighting) certainly isn't for everyone, and I would never want to see anyone doing anything that they don't want to do. In fact, I'd be mortified. I have been involved in the scene for around seven years now, have seen hundreds of competitive (and semi-competitive bouts) which I have mostly enjoyed. As a happy coincidence, I've also been lucky that my wife, and one of my former girlfriends, have both been genuinely interested in competing, and playing a part in this scene. In all my years I've thankfully never witnessed a serious injury. Accidents can happen of course, but there is such a thing as sane and safe competition - and naturally if people (female or male) don't wish to be involved in a physical activity that might cause some degree of pain (boxing, wrestling, martial arts, UK rugby, American football etc) then they certainly should not have to. I was forced to play rugby at school and absolutely hated every bloody second of it. It pays to remember that most people on this thread that have described bizarre, vicious catfights between family members and neighbours or whatever that end in some terrible humiliation or agony are just airing some dark fantasies and trying to kid you it's real. I'm not too sure why people would want to spend time doing this, but I'm no psychologist
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#34 (permalink) |
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Showing some promise
Join Date: Nov 2008
Posts: 8
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In the real life I think that I would help my wife if she had serius trouble.
But as a fantasie, I like to think her getting destroyed and humiliated in an one-sided catfight, begging and crying. I' m not a phycologist neither... |
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First round knockout
Join Date: Sep 2010
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In fantasy, I'd love to see my wife dominated in a fight before a hostile crowd, perhaps as my champion fighter versus her rival from a cross town femfight circuit. Falsely accused of avoiding this fight, she now faces her younger, slightly stronger and faster rival. My lovers hands and skin are cool and moist betraying her fearful and shaky nerves as she binds my speedo clad self to her cornerpost while her opponent does the same for her man. The fight is a slaughter from the word go as her merciless rival scatches and slaps my wife around the ring, splitting her lip slightly resulting in a light flow of blood mixing with her falling tears. The dreadful bitch is also stripping her naked, eagerly displaying her handiwork of welts, scratches and red bruises upon my ladys fair skinned body to that baying crowd of creeps. Finally my whimpering baby is thrown down at my feet and roughly milked dry from behind while her pleading eyes beg me to somehow break free of my chains and save her. Yes, I know I'm one big whackadoo, big deal! LOL
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Showing some promise
Join Date: Jan 2010
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Oddly enough, I contemplated going into the field of psychology for a while. Lost interest though. Realized I'd spend far too much time analyzing myself that I'd never be able to do anybody else any good.
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#39 (permalink) |
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Heavy hitter
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I've always fantasized every girlfriend or female-friend-that-I-got-off-to as the loser.
lol, when I confessed my 'interest' to one girlfriend I tried to soften the shock by claiming I always pictured her as the winner. lol, total lie! ![]() Don't get me wrong: I would never want to see them actually hurt. In my fantasies, though, they end up camel clutched, over-the-knee backbroken, baby-swinged, etc... |
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