The anticipation

My ex loved to be tied up so that she could move her pussy up and down and back forth , then i' put a dildo in her pussy attached to a pole braced at the end of the bed. She would do her best to fuck it.Her frustration with not getting satisfied drove her to try to fuck the dildo harder .She would start begging to be fucked but of course was denied .After an hour of this she would do anything to get off .At this point i would offer her choices of things she could do to earn the right to get off.Of course she would agree to anything .The list is endless. enema's, dippers, naked weekend even we had special friends over,dinner with remote vibrator,naked pool swimming .just any thing i could think of. It all ended up in a great fuck session.

i would tell her that on Monday that on Friday night she was going to get tied up and the anticipation would have her wet all week.i would only do this once a month or six weeks . Other things i would do to her in-between .

Indeed, it's the anticipation that makes the experience. It's the same way with cross-dressing..... the process of dressing,

the preparaion of make-up,hairstyling, nail polish,applying perfume and more. Fabulous fun and always the question -

will the reality be as good as the fantasy ?

My anticipation for punishment is fear. I appreciate that my Dom cares enough about me to punish me for my failures, but i don't look forward to it. I don't think it would be punishment if i looked forward to it.

It is a real turn on

As we all know , the brain is the biggest sex organ in the body. And while it is working to convey the pleasure we feel from a physical act, as the receiver of some form of punishment such as spanking , enemas etc. the anticipation of knowing what is about to happen has the brain working even harder. At that point it's the brain working solely on it's own. And what a wonderful sex organ it is. Driving us to new sexual heights without any physical touch. Come on now , admit it, isn't your orgasm just a little (or a lot ) better when you have anticipated and thought about the actual physical act prior to actually doing it. LOL

Not only does anticipation give you something to look forward to, it can also act as foreplay to the actual event.. Then when the time actually arrives and you get together.. It is almost orgasmic.

I'm anticipating something right now, although not an exam.. I'm about to jump out of my skin with excitement. :-)

Thats not fair Grace! Keeping us hanging like that.

Anticipation for me goes two different ways. 1. I either just get very nervous and insecure during short periods of anticipation... or 2. I worry myself to death with unknown details and become an angry hostile mess during anticipation that is built up over no less than a week. If it carries on longer than a week, the relationship is in serious jeopardy because I'll run. Sometimes (most times), it's better to just not tell me anything (after I trust you this will work... before I trust you, and I'll never trust you ever.), or tell me absolutely everything because otherwise, I "freak" myself out so badly, that I disappear and never go back. It's unfortunate. Of all the things I control in my life, I have no ability at all to control my need to overanalyze everything. I cannot turn my brain off at all. Ugh.

Oh come on grace1 and share with us.

Embarrassment is the main source of my excitement with physical exams. The anticipation of the embarrassment is equally consuming. The anticipation for me begins as soon as I know about the upcoming exam. It gets progressively more intense the closer it gets to the appointment. Since I never see the same doctor more than once, I am in the dark about who the doctor will be, his appearance, demeanor, voice, personality. I wonder about what kinds of instructions he will give me as the exam proceeds, what all will he examine, in what order will the body parts be examined, whether I will have to take my pants and underwear down, whether a rectal will be done. The anticipation really peaks as I arrive and see the waiting room. The length of the wait is another unknown. You want them to hurry up and call you to the exam room, but, then again, you really want to put it off as long as possible. The other people in the waiting room add to the anticipation. You notice other men in there and they do not look like they are as anxious as you are. You are envious that they are in control of their emotions and you are a nervous wreck. You also wonder how they look with their underwear down for the genital and hernia exams. Their penises are probably larger and look better than yours. They probably hang pretty big instead of being shriveled up like you will be. The balls probably hang down so they are easier to examine whereas yours will be pulled up tight so that the doctor has to pull on yours to feel them. You dread the call to go back to the exam room but want it to be over at the same time. Your legs are a little shaky as you follow the nursing assistant to the exam room. You dread the instructions from her as to how you are supposed to strip to prepare for the exam. She tells you to strip to your undershorts. Your hands are shaking as you take off your shirt, shoes, and pants. You reach inside your briefs to stimulate your penis so that hopefully it looks a little larger when he sees it. The doctor knocks and comes in. He is a middle aged, bald, out of shape guy. You are sitting on the table as he starts examining from your head working down. The anticipation gets acute as he has you lie back and begins checking the abdomen. The part you dread the most is usually next-- your genitals. Will he pull down your briefs or have you do it. Oh no! He tells you to stand up and he gets gloves on and sits on the stool. Here it comes! He tells you to slip down your shorts. You can feel a queasy sensation in your stomach as you reach for the waist band and pull them down to expose your penis and scrotum. You glance to see that it is shriveled up and the balls are pulled up tight. He does nothing except look at the penis. He quickly feel your balls and does the hernia exam. He tells you to pull up your shorts. No rectal. You can get dressed and check out. Now you're dressed and ready to take the walk of shame out of the exam room. All the staff knows he has seen you naked. Done. Now home to masturbate.

I do so love those "Carly Simon" moments and days before it is my turn to stand before the board of justice or bend to the will of a dom.

I like to be informed of what is to be put to me. I like the dread, the felling it is coming and there is no way out. The anticipation is almost as good as what will be done to my poor suffering butt, balls or whatever.

Rob

Im the same way as you...

A letter to one of my spankers concerning anticipation.

Let me get this straight, you are going to give fifty hard strokes before we get started, then twenty with each of you instruments, plus what you just give at random during our moments of cuddling then fifty even harder ones after I have cum.

This is the strictest you have ever been with me. Do you have the balls to go through with this?

I am going to be crying and begging to be let off and you are going to have to see it through with no mercy shown to me. I dread this and am going to hate it but i want this to happen more than anything I can think of. You are going to have to be very strict and determined to see this punishment through. If you can stay strong even when I am weak and carry this through to the end with no let up my love and respect for you will know no bounds.

If you think you can't finish this punishment let me know now for I am at the highest state of arousal and dread that I have ever been. If you want a witness then get one as they may encourage you if you start letting up as I will not be able to encourage you for I will want you to let me off when we get to the end. I will not want another spanking, ever, but the next day I will be masturbating thinking of the next time when it will be applied even more strictly. Please don't let up!.

For me, anticipation, is very much a major source of psychological significance as my exam approaches from the moment it is scheduled to the reminder notices and then getting ready to go for it. Along the way, the sense of anticipation results in different feelings and influences a lot of my thinking. It's not only the experience of having to be undressed and probed but the realization that I am for that period of time I am needing to comply with what is being asked or done to me ...it's a very honest moment so to speak.......sitting or lying there in my natural state!

My wife (may have) wanted to break me of my enema fetish. so, every nite, for about a year, she'd have me ready for bed, then leave the room. the first few weeks of hearing the water running, the cupboard door slamming, the sound of the bag being filled, the anticipation was exquisite.

The next few weeks, it was just one of those things. A few weeks later, the anticipation was increasingly stressful. A strong, soapy enema, on a schedule, every night was not as much fun as I would have expected. She didn't tell me what she was going to be doing, when she started this thing. Eventually, I knew that I would be purged, but get no sex or any other attention. Anticipation, that used to be so exquisite, was now working against me. Using aversion therapy, she had successfully gotten me to stop enjoying receiving, or even thinking about enemas.

A couple of decades have passed, and I'm beginning to enjoy enemas again, but I don't say anything to her about it.

If I'm constipated, and let her know, sometimes she'll give me suppositories, or, more likely, a bisacodyl enema. It's just business, unless she makes it be a fun instance. She does that sometimes.

Anticipation before and during an examination in my youth and adolescence was always the fear of having to pull down pants and bend over a receptionist's lap for the painful humiliation of her watching get injections in my vulnerable bare bottom (penicillin when I was ill and booster shots when I wasn't). I now enjoy injections back there from beautiful nurses but still experience nervous apprehension, although the feeling now thrills me.