Questioning Your Fetish

[Herzeleid]

I don't question my fetish, I just enjoy it. It's my little secret, and harms nobody. I also have a "Thing " about women in tabards, aprons, etc. and would love it if someone could combine the two in a video/movie.
Having said that, it's not something that intrudes on my everyday life, just my own personal interest when I'm on my own. Do you think I'm normal ?

[Fred588]

I don't question my fetish, I just enjoy it. It's my little secret, and harms nobody. I also have a "Thing " about women in tabards, aprons, etc. and would love it if someone could combine the two in a video/movie.
Having said that, it's not something that intrudes on my everyday life, just my own personal interest when I'm on my own. Do you think I'm normal ?

Interesting. I never even heard of a 'tabard' but I looked it up.

As for being 'normal,' I can't say I know what that really means either except in the statistical sense. In that sense a person who is completely normal would be someone who is exactly average in every measure. That would be rather boring I think.

[nachtjaeger]

Viking apron dress?

http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2014/150/c/5/viking_apron_dress_by_brynjashoard-d7kcuaw.jpg

I don't question my fetish, I just enjoy it. It's my little secret, and harms nobody. I also have a "Thing " about women in tabards, aprons, etc. and would love it if someone could combine the two in a video/movie.
Having said that, it's not something that intrudes on my everyday life, just my own personal interest when I'm on my own. Do you think I'm normal ?

[YerK]

I went through a period of reflection when my father died, a bit over 4 years ago. I long had the fetish of getting into mud for fun, with a dream of drowning in the stuff. (I would actually dream of it at night, waking before trying to draw a breath while submerged) After some time of pondering it, I think that for a long time, I wanted to die. I haven't felt the need again since deciding to live to go and play in the mud. However, seeing women walking through thick mud is still very much a fun thing, for me. (especially if they are nude or close to it!) Mud and food fights are fun too. I live for the day when I can afford to stage a foodfight with the right models!

I think it's best if you can find the right person to play with, and if you can't, it is also good if you can build your own playground.

Meh. Don't listen to me here. My mind is forever chaos.

[Cuthbert]

Been questioning everything about myself lately. Some of it good,some of it catastrophic. And as always I will find the answers myself. Probably after a small breakdown,just like before.

[nachtjaeger]

As long as you can question yourself, you're okay. And it's a rare trait to be able to hold up a true mirror to yourself, seeing both your good and bad points in the same clear focus. So many times I want to shake somebody and tell them "Duuude, you seriously need to have a LONG talk with the guy in your mirror."

The hardest part for me was coming to terms with my "dark side"- specifically the fact that I have one. Wait- I DON'T have a dark side! It's all Acid Tester's fault! His twisted drawings warped me, it's not me, it's not my fault!!!

I have finally come to accept that while 99% of the time I'm the "white knight", the other 1% of the time I'm the guy who finds a lady stuck and sinking, and when she says "Help! I'm in quicksand!" I just smile at her and say "Yes, I believe you are." But that's just in my fantasy life- I could never do that in real life, unless it was a roleplay with a Lady who was really into the whole deal about being helpless, and having to negotiate the price of her rescue.

Been questioning everything about myself lately. Some of it good,some of it catastrophic. And as always I will find the answers myself. Probably after a small breakdown,just like before.

[nachtjaeger]

How about two bikini-clad models, in a large Plexiglas tank, shooting each other with high-output pudding cannons? Only problem is, the more they spray the slippery delicious pudding all over each other, the deeper it gets in the tank.

Another idea of mine was a "story within a story" where two hot models get hired to do a food fight/wrestling match in a pool of peanut butter. But they find out- too late- that the pool isn't six inches deep- it's more like six feet.

I went through a period of reflection when my father died, a bit over 4 years ago. I long had the fetish of getting into mud for fun, with a dream of drowning in the stuff. (I would actually dream of it at night, waking before trying to draw a breath while submerged) After some time of pondering it, I think that for a long time, I wanted to die. I haven't felt the need again since deciding to live to go and play in the mud. However, seeing women walking through thick mud is still very much a fun thing, for me. (especially if they are nude or close to it!) Mud and food fights are fun too. I live for the day when I can afford to stage a foodfight with the right models!

I think it's best if you can find the right person to play with, and if you can't, it is also good if you can build your own playground.

Meh. Don't listen to me here. My mind is forever chaos.

[H8ms2014]

Every time I question my fetish, I ask how deep can I sink into this fetish. My fetish responds with "deeper!!!"

[FFoxX]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T3-teXyYH7w

In my case the fascination with sinking (and physical arousal caused by it) was rather subconscious for many years, but I clearly remeber moments when I was extremely excited in such situations, even watching them in movies. I also remeber some dreams I had about it which were very surprising to me. After some experiments with psychedelics that I have done recently, I became able to look at this "feature of my brain" consciously and finally found sites like MPV and this forum. Now I enjoy it freely. But this is just one of many things that psychedelics helped me to make clear.

I think it all started a few years ago when I read this book - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Tell-Tale_Brain

My hypothesis is, that such fetish connections are present in every human brain, but in most cases they are somehow overriden or blocked by common sexuality and social conditioning. So I see it as "unlocked special (old) feature" of brain, rather than something unnatural.

[101927700]

Here is my origin story.

It started with a book I read when I was a kid. I don't remember what it was called, but the main character had a fascination for mud and quicksand.
Then I started watching YouTube videos of people walking in the mud. The ones I especially remember are the ones where people wore rubber boots and/or waders... in fact some of those are still on YouTube today! Then, I suddenly lost interest, possibly because my parents wanted to know more about it. For a brief moment one year it resurfaced, with me looking up a few videos on YouTube related to it. Then I became ashamed of it again. Then, around 2013, I started having a "conflict" with myself about whether or not to become interested in mud again. Finally, in June 2013, the seal was broken. I jumped out of bed, raced to my computer, googled "deep bog" on YouTube, and clicked on this video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J58VK4poSTM. Immediately I clicked "like" on the video and went back to bed. Over the following few months, I secretly watched YouTube videos about people wearing boots in mud. I contemplated making my own videos. Then, on August 3, 2013, I started a new YouTube channel that was devoted to... well, at first, to watching mud videos and helping myself accept that I liked mud. Until February, I went in the mud a few times, wishing I had my phone on me, and I was still quite embarrassed about the whole thing. Then, the biggie. On February 16, 2014, I went into my backyard wearing a pair of rubber boots. I crossed an area of wet sand that I felt depress under me. I had a bit of a conflict for a moment, but then I decided to shift my boots in place to liquefy the sand, making mud. I did this for about two minutes until I was ankle-deep. This created a super-thick mix of mostly sandy mud that I could barely get out of. In April 2014, I began working on the pit much more, making it deeper, experimenting with different mud mixtures, making YouTube videos. During this time, my channel grew, quickly surpassing 100 subscribers. As the year dragged on, I continued working on the pit. Then in early November 2014, I joined this site. I was glad I had good geography knowledge so I knew that the answer to the random question was "Bay of Fundy". Boom, registered! I quickly began writing stories. All of them are still up, albeit four are not in their original forms anymore (those ones being "Watch Your Step in the Martian Bogs", "Tirah and Abigail: A Story of Waders in a Bog", "Listen to your Friends", and "Big Breasts Can Be Deadly". Each one had its own controversy here; for example, the characters shitting themselves in Tirah and Abigail, or the horrible death descriptions in "Listen to your Friends" and "Big Breasts Can Be Deadly".) In early 2015, I joined Second Life, and had a great time sinking my characters in quicksand until my account was shut down for a non-QS related reason. Anyways, in 2015, I continued making mud videos on my channel, surpassing 300 subscribers. And now, here I am, with 314 subscribers and counting. In March, I'm going to go back to my mud spot where I've sank the deepest, and try to end up flooding my newer chest waders there, on video! I will not state the name of the YouTube channel because of personal info that has been in a few of my videos.

Also, one final thing, you may notice my new signature!