December 24, 2000
"I Am Spartacus"
I was watching Spartacus
tonight. I know that most of the fantasies this particular film generates are of
the homo-erotic variety. For me though, there is one particular scene that
elicits a different sort of fantasy. If you've read my fantasy
"The Oarsman" this one bears a certain resemblance.
Spartacus, of course, is the story of rebellious slaves who are ultimately
defeated and punished for having dared to challenge their masters. Substitute
Mistresses for Masters and it sounds right up my alley, huh?
Anyway, there is one particular scene where a pair of Roman couples watch as
gladiators fight to the death for their amusement.
I've long had the fantasy of a world where women make their male slaves fight as
a form of entertainment. The all-powerful women sit in the gallery watching as
we struggle. We fight nude, of course. As you may have gathered, I'm rarely
permitted the dignity of clothing in my fantasies.
Anyway, the women watch... Perhaps they wager on us. There's no mercy for the
losers, of course. It's always thumbs down.