My fetish, is to be tied up, supended, or otherwise rendered helpless, and then poked in the lower belly by a woman, or women, using sharp objects, such as knives, swords, arrows, spikes, pitchforks, etc. The poking certainly need not be dangerous in any way to be effective or enjoyable. My favorite spot ("the sweet spot") is about two inches below my navel.
My fantasy (which lies behind my fetish) is to be snuffed, sacrificed or executed by a woman or women (if possibe with other women watching) by being "bellybutted" (shot in the lower belly and navel with arrows), and then slowly gutted. I also enjoy the fantasy of being crucified and then gutted, or even just committing "hara kiri" with a woman or women watching (the more the merrier). I also like spears and pitchforks in the lower belly and navel.
The wierd thing is that I have had all these fantasies since I was very young. Although my fantasies always and only involve consenting adults, they actually started when I was only 4 years of age. I remember this so clearly: I woke up from a dream in which there was a motherly woman standing by my bed slowly inserting a sword into my lower belly. She was not angry or even cruel in her attitude. She was just slowly inserting the blade into my lower belly, while talking to me softly, telling me not to struggle, to relax, not to fight the pain, to accept it, that it was ok, it was for the best, that it was going to be ok to die. She then asked if I was enjoying it, and I actually started to - even though I had no knowledge of sex or anything along those lines.
Well, after that dream, I started to fantasize being stabbed in the belly. I liked to play cowboys and indians with the other children, and I always pretended that an arrow had hit me and was lodged deeply in my lower belly.
When puberty hit, being very sheltered, I still didn’t know anything about sex. These new sexual feelings I was experiencing were all interpreted as desire to be belly stabbed and gutted. I used to sterilize big long pins and push them into my belly until they popped in! It was incredible ecstacy with tremendous, orgasmic results.
Obviously I found out about sex, and began to have normal desires like other young males. Eventually growing into a normal sex life as a heterosexual. However, those initial feelings of wanting to be belly stabbed and gutted never went away. Once as a young man I craved having my belly penetrated so badly that I actually pushed a knife slowly in about two inches! It was the most sublime but exciting sensation I have ever felt in my life! It was ten times better than sex! It was all I could do not to plunge the blade into by belly over and over again. I wanted to feel it in me sooo bad. I wanted to die in ecstacy! Fortunately, I recovered without having to seek medical care.
I realize now that there are others who share my fetishes/fantasies, most of whom are ashamed of them or fearful of exploring them in any way. But I am not ashamed. These things are so central to who I am that I feel the need to explore them by any means: such as, perhaps, roleplaying, knife play, and other forms of BDSM. I feel loved when I am being tortured, cut and stabbed!