I guess this thread is to ask what the various attractions of zoophilia.
By that I mean, what motivates you toward the subject. I guess one has to be honest in one's appraisal as to the reasons.
I for one, don't have any desire to engage in sex with an animal. But having said that, I had a bipolar wife who had fantasies about it, and as her facilitator I made it happen for her. Watching her engage with a Labrador was very erotic for me. For us and the wife it played into the BDSM aspects of our relationship.
She wanted to be degraded and humiliated and I think this stemmed from some deep seated feelings of self loathing that only came out in the bedroom. She felt safe with me and as the Dom, I'd do the things she wanted me to do in order for her to serve penance for whatever "sins" had made her dislike herself so much.
Having sex with a dog was a way of degrading herself. I found that watching the domination and degradation of the female was the biggest thing I got out of it.
The more attractive the female, the more innocent she looked and the smaller she was relative to the animal, the more intense was the pleasure I derived from watching. To illustrate what I mean, the Mistress Beast video of her being mounted by her horse, isn't that arousing it is interesting but hell, she's got an ass on her as big as a mare. BUT if that was a size 1 or 2 young lady then you'd have something I'd find arousing. The same goes for the canine stuff. The old Hector/Superdog Great Dane videos with the little gypsy gal with the shoulder tattoo...now that's arousing. The juxtaposition of the big dog and her little diminutive frame taking all the dog but the knot is arousing.
I don't find the videos of the gal using the dog's cock like a dildo very interesting. But when the dog is in control and doing the humping, and dominating the female, that form me is worth watching.
In my wife's case she liked the dog in charge and came quicker and repeatedly like a string of firecrackers with the dog. And I have to admit I was a bit jealous. She never came as many times or as hard with me as she did with him. I guess for me that it proved that sex is 90% mental. She was off in some fantasy and the dog was simply a tool for her to live out that fantasy in real life. She never spoke of what went on in her head while the dog was on her. She didn't ask nor could she have stopped it. I had built a special "kneeler" mounting chair for her into which I strapped her to prevent her from "changing her mind."
Of course she had a safe word, which she never used.
She really got off on the experience and we revisited it before our relationship broke up. It had nothing to do with the dog, in fact she brought home other peoples dogs to fuck she liked it so much. That got a bit dicey because you never knew how amenable the canine was to engaging.
So in my case the attraction isn't the physical interaction with the animal, but simply the animal as a tool for degrading and dominating the human female. I guess for me, it was along the lines of reading a bestiality porn book but getting to see it first hand and orchestrate it.
I kept expecting Jager, my Lab to bring it up in the goose blind each winter afterwards, but he never said anything. He just gave me the look only two males can share when they've shared the same piece of poon.
For the women I'd think it was more physical, or a little of both, mental and physical. For the men it might be physical for some, and for others like myself, the facilitators for females, its more a mental exercise in voyeurism.
So the question is what do you get out of zoo? Is it more mental or is it really physical. I'll probably use the info to help flesh out the mentality of some of the characters in my next novel.
By that I mean, what motivates you toward the subject. I guess one has to be honest in one's appraisal as to the reasons.
I for one, don't have any desire to engage in sex with an animal. But having said that, I had a bipolar wife who had fantasies about it, and as her facilitator I made it happen for her. Watching her engage with a Labrador was very erotic for me. For us and the wife it played into the BDSM aspects of our relationship.
She wanted to be degraded and humiliated and I think this stemmed from some deep seated feelings of self loathing that only came out in the bedroom. She felt safe with me and as the Dom, I'd do the things she wanted me to do in order for her to serve penance for whatever "sins" had made her dislike herself so much.
Having sex with a dog was a way of degrading herself. I found that watching the domination and degradation of the female was the biggest thing I got out of it.
The more attractive the female, the more innocent she looked and the smaller she was relative to the animal, the more intense was the pleasure I derived from watching. To illustrate what I mean, the Mistress Beast video of her being mounted by her horse, isn't that arousing it is interesting but hell, she's got an ass on her as big as a mare. BUT if that was a size 1 or 2 young lady then you'd have something I'd find arousing. The same goes for the canine stuff. The old Hector/Superdog Great Dane videos with the little gypsy gal with the shoulder tattoo...now that's arousing. The juxtaposition of the big dog and her little diminutive frame taking all the dog but the knot is arousing.
I don't find the videos of the gal using the dog's cock like a dildo very interesting. But when the dog is in control and doing the humping, and dominating the female, that form me is worth watching.
In my wife's case she liked the dog in charge and came quicker and repeatedly like a string of firecrackers with the dog. And I have to admit I was a bit jealous. She never came as many times or as hard with me as she did with him. I guess for me that it proved that sex is 90% mental. She was off in some fantasy and the dog was simply a tool for her to live out that fantasy in real life. She never spoke of what went on in her head while the dog was on her. She didn't ask nor could she have stopped it. I had built a special "kneeler" mounting chair for her into which I strapped her to prevent her from "changing her mind."
Of course she had a safe word, which she never used.
She really got off on the experience and we revisited it before our relationship broke up. It had nothing to do with the dog, in fact she brought home other peoples dogs to fuck she liked it so much. That got a bit dicey because you never knew how amenable the canine was to engaging.
So in my case the attraction isn't the physical interaction with the animal, but simply the animal as a tool for degrading and dominating the human female. I guess for me, it was along the lines of reading a bestiality porn book but getting to see it first hand and orchestrate it.
I kept expecting Jager, my Lab to bring it up in the goose blind each winter afterwards, but he never said anything. He just gave me the look only two males can share when they've shared the same piece of poon.
For the women I'd think it was more physical, or a little of both, mental and physical. For the men it might be physical for some, and for others like myself, the facilitators for females, its more a mental exercise in voyeurism.
So the question is what do you get out of zoo? Is it more mental or is it really physical. I'll probably use the info to help flesh out the mentality of some of the characters in my next novel.