I think I understand my fetish now.

The allure of feedism is an intoxicating combination of a few very strong kinks, at least for me, and I think that putting them all together is what gave me a feeder fetish.

First and basest, it’s humiliation. I get off on humiliating my playmate, or teasing them when they are humiliated. It’s goes with a power play dynamic that’s pretty common, especially for people who are already into BDSM.

Equally important, though, is that belly stuffings and related play can easily continuously reassure me of my vulnerable companion’s consent, and their trust in me. I struggled a lot with my sexual orientation as a dominant, worrying that something was evil or wrong with me, and then being a victim of assault made me even more nervous and confused. I’m healthily past all of that now, but there is something primally appealing about seeing a partner pleasuring themselves, sexually or otherwise. They overeat because they are enjoying it, and continue to do so with every bite.

From there, it’s a pleasure feedback loop. They eat for joy. I get aroused by their joy. Whether the scene has me pampering or ridiculing them, or both, we both get off on them giving themselves over to pleasure, without regard to its consequences, which further emphasize their loss of control, and my power over them.

Feeding is a very gratifying indulgence. It is obvious to see by their bloated belly, and when they get too full to move comfortably, they are physically vulnerable, at my mercy or reliant on my care (again, or both) depending on the scene.

Is this a a toxic view? Does it make sense? Have I lost my mind?

What draws you to this kink?