>>49588133Sometimes I have very vivid daydreams about torturing yukkuri. Eye-gouging, shaving, burning, cutting, psychological abuse, the whole nine yards. But what I really want to do is train them to, in spite of their abusive circumstances, sing "the easy song" on command, such that even mere seconds after getting their skin peeled off, they can "happily" bust into singing "Easy days~ Relaxing days~ Refreshing days~". I imagine myself flying into a blind rage at their refusal/inability to sing; beating the shit out of them until they start meekly singing.
I don't know why I keep returning to this particular fantasy, but the sheer rage I feel when I think about it is astounding. My face wrinkles up, my muscles get tense, I start grinding my teeth, and I get a death grip on whatever I might be holding. I want to scream at the yukkuri, commanding them to sing. After it's over, a wave of relief flows through me, starting from my face down through my body. I don't know if this is the healthiest way to relieve stress, but it does work.
I also have a fixation on poo-poo abuse. I like seeing yukkuris, especially bald yukkuris, eat poo-poo. I also like seeing them shit excessively. I swear I don't have a scat fetish!