Fantasies, Fetishes and Floggers

This past week I have been very focused on trying to define what my fantasies are. It's hard for me to admit but I have been chasing my S&M dreams for so long that they have become my fantasies. Now that I have to chance to actually bring those fantasies to life, I want to flesh them out and give them more substance than simply saying, "I want to serve a man". Several times this week I have been asked by men to tell them my fantasies and I draw a blank. They have shared theirs, from golden showers to watching a scene between me and my best friend. However I feel like I am disappointing them when I say I really have nothing to tell. I think rather then saying I don't have fantasies, I should tell them I don't have many I am comfortable with sharing. Of course I have the fantasy of allowing a man to have complete control of me, dictating my movements right down to what I wear and how I speak. Another fantasy or fetish rather that I have had for years but have started really paying attention to in past weeks is my daddy/daughter one. I have recently met a man online, Darius, who makes that fantasy come alive just by the sound of his voice. He says people find it soothing and while I completely agree, I didn't tell him so. He calls me "Sub of Many Doms". It makes me laugh everytime I hear it. It does seem I have many Doms but how else can you find the one who is perfect for you if you are only seeing one at a time? But anyway, I called him once and he asked me "did you call just to hear my voice?" and I said "yes". I think I caught him off guard. He has managed to deal with my sarcasm and smart ass comments. That to me is a feat within itself. I usually scare men off by then. The ones who stick around to actually hear me call them "Sir" impress me. He is a very attractive man. Almost so attractive that I thought he would reject me when he saw my picture. To my surprise he did quite the opposite. He wants me to lose weight but eh, I am so used to that reply it doesn't really phase me. Not that I don't need to, of course. Well Eric has restricted me from touching myself until we see each other next Friday, so it will be a looooong week. I hope I can make it. Not only to show him how well behaved I can be but I also like the idea of proving him wrong. He doesn't think I will make it. Neither do I, but I am hopeful. :)