Consensual Cannibalism

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    Hey everyone! 😉

    In this topic I want to hear from all you who fantasise about consensual cannibalism.
    No matter if full of blood and gore or completely without fluids.
    What is your biggest turn on? Have you got any non real experience? How old were you when you first liked these fantasies? Do you see yourself as victim or butcher?

    Looking forward hearing from you all!



    @myletusplay I started fantasizing around the age of ~16, when I discovered guro. I never wanted to be the hunter though, It’s just the idea of being a willing victim is abit more exciting 😀 Unfortunately, none of my female partners were interested in roleplaying this kind of stuff. I always wondered how does it feel like to be slowly roasted. Obviously, the hunter would need to drug me so I won’t pass out from the pain during the roasting.
    My fantasy was somehow unusual. I always pictured myself being captured and delivered to some sort of industrial meat processing site with professional ovens etc. Before the entrance to the zone, each victim’s body must be graded, and depending on your meat grade, you would be beheaded and dissected, or just roasted alive so adrenaline softens your meat 😀



    For some reason, in all my fantasies I am the “victim” of cannibalism. Impalement first.



    i have long fantasized about being a willing victim. i think it all started with a re-occurring nightmare i had when i was very young. i was very young when i had my first sexual fantasy, although for me it came in the form of a re-occurring nightmare. i was much too young to even realize it was a sexual experience until i became an adult. i suppose that, being unable to move my legs when laid in bed, upon occasion my testicles would be tightly pressed between my legs as i fell asleep. This would usually cause me to have the same dream.

    The dream would always start in an abandoned town. My grandparents and mother had grown up in a coal mining town, so i am sure stories and visits to the small coal mining area they grew up in had somehow been burned into my subconciousness. The stories often involved how young kids would be forced to work in the mines, and often they did not come back as the mines were extremely dangerous. In the dream, the coal mining town had long been abandoned with a massive red brick factory looming in the landscape with giant black smoke towers bellowing out puffs of pitch black silt. It would be a sunny day, but the fog created by the chimneys made the atmosphere a bit cool and grey, like something from a dystopian post apocolyptic city. Train tracks zig zagged through grey cobblestone streets in every direction, all leading to a single track that led into the side of the massive factory via a massive open door. The visions of this factory were so specific, so real, that many times i have scanned the internet to see if such a building really existed.

    As the cool smoke filled air gently wafted upon me, i soon became aware in the dream that i was completely naked in the center of the town. Although there was not a soul to be seen in this abandoned town, surely someone ran the factory that belched the smoke and might be able to see me. i could feel a hundred hungry eyes upon my naked body. As if in a trance, unable to control my own body, i became drawn to these coal carts, the sort that coal miners would use to transport coal out of the mines. Several coal carts in a train were lined up on the tracks before me. i stepped inside, inextricably drawn to sit inside, one foot at a time entered the closest coal cart and stepped into something that to my eyes first appeared black and slightly thick like oil. The sticky substance felt mildly warm and pleasurable as it came up just a few inches to my ankles. i sat down in it, unable to stop myself as though my legs were drained of all energy and i once again could no longer walk. It was as i sat in this muck, and my eyes slowly adjusted that i began to realize what i was seated in was not black but a deep crimson red. i still could not comprehend what this stuff was as the cart, as if by magic, slowly began to move on its steel wheels toward the factory with a clickity-clack, clickity clack.

    Perhaps i had just seen Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom, and the memory of the scene with the coal carts were still fresh in my mind… though i thought this dream occurred before the movie. Whatever the case, i watched as the coal carts ahead of me slowly moved their way into the factory in a train with me following in the last cart along an elevated platform. As the first carts came to the highest peak of the steal bridge, they would tip, and their contents would spill down a long chute resembling a giant sliding board. As i watched, i started to realize that the contents of the carts were human remains and blood. It started to occur to me that the sticky crimson substance i was lying upon was in fact blood. i began to panick, but i could not move, and even if i could, the cart was too high up on the narrow bridge for me to safely exit the cart. i could begin to see the bodies before me that slid down the chute were heading for huge spinning blades with flames below them to be simultaneously chopped and burned before spilling below to some unknown destination.

    In the dream, my cart began to tilt, and i tried to hold on, but i was slippery from the blood, and began to fall. i started to slide down the chute, so frightened i was unable to scream. i managed to slow my decent grabbing the edge of the chute, but could not stop as i slowly slide closer and closer to the spinning blades and began to feel the heat of the fire below me. i looked to the side, and could look out a single distant window. As i looked out at the grey blue sky, i realized that this would be the last thing i saw. Just as the blades came close enough that i could feel the breath of their spin, part of me surrendered, and for that moment i felt an extacy i can only describe as an orgasm, though i was still too young to cum. i’d wake in that moment as the blade began to rip into my flesh in a cold sweat. That is my memory of my earliest sexual experience. It was a dream that at first i feared, than longed to have re-occur as i would fall asleep at night.

    From that fantasy, i moved on to the idea of feminization and castration. i remember reading about a transgender mtf in Japan who, after a complete surgical castration held a dinner banquet in which people for a price could buy tickets to be served a portion of his cock and balls roasted and served. i found this thrilling and it was around the time i discovered Dolcett and bdsm play. Sadly i have never found anyone willing to help me role-play my fantasy.


    Rick Peterson


    For me, the biggest turn on is the concept of being roasted alive, consensually, and voluntarily. Feeling the heat as it cooks me, knowing that it will be the end of me, but submitting to it any way.

    In terms of experience, in RL this has just been getting close to fires and thinking about it. Online I have got into Second Life which blew my mind, it was like a world had been existing for years that I hadn’t even been aware of.

    This is something that has been part of my life for many years, and as a consequence I’ve had a lot of time to think it through. I’m certain that elements of my desire began in childhood at around the age of 8 or 9, though back then it wasn’t even sexual, at least I didn’t understand it as such – I just knew that I felt comforted by the warmth of a fire, and enjoyed that sensation. I think that was the starting point, from which everything else developed.

    For me it is all about being the person getting cooked. I’ve only taken the other role a couple of times, during a roleplay session where somebody else wanted to be cooked, so we ended up taking turns as chef. I got what I wanted, and they got what they wanted. Consenting adults is important for me.

    Anyhow that is an introduction from me. I’d enjoy discussing further with like minded people, this is such a niche kink fantasy.



    I like the world of Micey Jay Stories, with consensual Beheading and Gourmond and Dolcett communities where the woman who were snuffed consented to what happened to them and even antisipated and enjoyed what was done to them before and after being beheaded. Not so much the world of Demise, where a lot of people were resigned to being snuffed, and they did not have much choice how they would be snuffed. If they enjoyed or wanted any of it, was inconsequential, their feelings, thoughts or desires, last wishes were ignored or deliberately defiled. In both worlds a National lottery was on the horizon, which if ratified, would bring an end to consensual Snuffings. Peoples numbers could be purchased, and over time compulsory enrolement, the choice of how, when, where and why you are snuffed, and what happens to you before and after being snuffed would be legislated out of existance, in the name of ensuring equal opportunity. Transgender, women yes, a beautiful head mounted on a spike, blood dripping from its stump, is still a beautiful sight to behold.

    Would men be willing to submit to a lottery in the name of equality, from those who just turned eighteen,to a professional Chief executive Officer of a Large successful corporation. Would their selection be fair, would they get a true say in how they were snuffed? There is a story there, join the story Exquisite Corpse, lets see what kind of world we live in where legislation could make thing worse, far worse, were a young woman, will not be able to choose, where, when why and how they are snuffed. A young woman who may not be your daughter, who calls you daddy or mummy, and may even think of you as her Father and/or Mother as you sever her head, hang up her body to begin draining her blood, and let her watch with her head on a spike, as you slice a few bloody stakes from her body, her breasts, some rump, her Vagina and Anal steaks. Maybe impale her on a spit and roast her while she is alive, or any other number of choices will not be possible, will not be her choice or her parents to make.



    Nothing is sexier than being butchered and eaten alive.

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