So, I'm interested in hearing the stories of those who have joined. What dark fetishes or fantasies do you members have involving the bellies and buttons of others, be it victim or torturer?

The more tame side of my fetish is the more sensual things, rubbing, pressing in on a navel, and of course, licking that umbilical dimple (or knob, if it be an outie!), and overall giving it the attention it deserves...

However, on the dark side, I actually enjoy the flavor of the navels I've tasted. Some have a very salty taste, as if the very labor of the victim creates a flow of sweat and oils to marinate their flesh that collects and pools through the day, soaking into the meat to flavor it. Others are bitter or sour at first, distinctively delicious in their own rights. Oh, and of course, I have a cannibalistic fantasy of being able to devour the navel of a quite willing victim, be it offered to me straight from their stomach, or something I should have to remove via the traditional fork and knife.

In my searches I've actually found some real-life versions of that fantasy, indicated in the video upload of a man slicing and devouring a small part of his own innie. However, I've also found images of an umbilicus that has been completely amputated off someone's body, as a plastic surgery.

While my main fetish is all about cannibals, my favorite tidbit is the feminine belly and bellybutton. I have also done a fair amount of historic research on the subject of cannibalism and have discovered that many cannibal tribes had their particular preference of what part of the body is best to eat. For the Bechuana, an African tribe in what is modern day Botswana (once called Bechuanaland) the preferred morsel was the navel.

This has fuelled many fantasies for me. Of course, the reality doesn't match the fantasy. African cannibals rarely ate women, preferring to consume defeated warriors to absorb their strength. But in my fantasy Bechuanaland, captive women are dragged before the cheif, their tops pulled up or ripped open to expose their delicious tummies to my hungry eyes. I pinch, poke and caress their bellies to feel the texture and tenderness, and plunge my toungue deep into their navels to savor their taste. From this, I decide the best way that they should be cooked, and once the feast has been prepared and cooked, I am served a choice filet from her belly, with the navel.

Makes me hungry just thinking about it!

Mmmm... Oh my, I love that fantasy of yours. I also never knew that about that tribe! Heh, if reincarnation is real, that would've been me in my past life! ;D

Actually, I'd like to be the priest offering my Fertility Sacrifice in a discussion in the Human Sacrifice group here.

Here's a story I've posted on another forum. It's soft mostly.

Rachel was a 19-year old student in her first year at university. She had recently moved from her last town and was eager to fit in with the Cool Kids for once, even if that meant doing something potentially dangerous. If her friends wanted her to jump off the cliff, she'd jump. If her friends wanted to her crack her skull, so be it. For once, she wanted to be popular instead of constantly being labeled the geeky emo loner. Tonight, she'd been dared to spend the night in the creepy old house perched on Raven Hill..

Rachel was 5'8" tall and had dark brown hair laced with red and pink streaks. She wore a tight white T-shirt with a a black lace bra and panties underneath. She had milky white skin that was creamy smooth. She wore a friendship band on her wrist while her deep blue jeans accentuated her curvy abdomen and pale white legs. The slight black emo-like mascara went well with her pale face and gossamer-thin lips and gave her that rare touch of sensual, 'mysterious' beauty. Her REAL secret however was her thin, oval-shaped innie for which she had developed a bit of a fetish recently. It was like a slit in her lower midriff that coincided perfectly with her linea alba when she arched her back and her T-shirt lifted slightly.

After entering the house and wandering through the rooms with some initial hesitation, she decided she might just make it after all. As she reached the top of the stairs, the sound of her Converse All-Stars crunching against the moldy old wood stirred something and Melissa quickly spun around only to find nothing there.

It was at that moment when her back was turned when a white clammy hand clamped around her mouth and gagged her. The hand was thin, feminine and ice-cold. So cold in fact that she lost consciousness as soon as the palm of another hand ran up the inside of her shirt from behind and massaged the small of the back. All she heard before passing out was a silky smooth voice speaking: "Finally, young and naked flesh after all these years.."

Edited by Navelfondle, 1 year(s) ago

Part 2:

Rachel awoke to find herself tied down on a glorious four-poster bed with a covered canopy overhead. The pillows and sheets were a faded grey. her arms were bound together over her head. When she looked down, she saw her shirt had been rolled back over breasts exposing her flat, naked abdomen as well as her bra. She craned her neck further down to see her legs tied together and jeans pulled down to her knees exposing her creamy, luscious calves and thighs. But more importantly, her sexy, slit-like navel was exposed and helpless.Her shoes and socks had been taken off but she wasn't gagged so she screamed for help as hard as she could. Predictably, there was no response.

Suddenly she noticed there was a shadow in a corner of the room. The shadow stood up and moved forward into the dark moonlight spilling from the tall, elegant window to the left of the bed.

The shadow turned out to be a slender woman, with a pale, gaunt face that was both terrible as well as beautiful to gaze upon. She was tall and imposing and had skin far paler and colder than that of Rachel's. She wore a torn black dress that ended just below her knees and torn sleeves that ended at her elbows. She had bright scarlet lips that were curled into a seductive smile at the moment. Her feet were slender and naked but her eyes were blue and cold as steel. Her jet-black hair was curled in a sensual tight bun.

Without warning she moved swiftly like a lioness attacking her prey and leapt on to the bed. She placed her legs on either side of Rachel's and leaned over the girl's face, her bosom nearly touching that of her captive's bosom. She placed one of her cold gaunt hands on Rachel's mouth, stifling her desperate cries for help and stared into the young woman's wide, terrified eyes.

Immediately, she plunged her long bony forefinger into Rachel's navel. Rachel arched her back, her mouth still covered by the woman's other hand. The woman's long black nail writhed into the depths of Rachel's naked and helpless navel. Beneath her bra, her nipples were getting harder. The vixen ripped off Rachel's bra and massaged her pulsating breasts and nipples. With her mouth uncovered Rachel began to scream but her screams quickly involved into moans of pleasure as the woman's finger dug deeper into her exposed orifice. Rachel quickly arched her back, feeling an orgasm coming as the woman's entire finger was fully submerged in her navel, wriggling vigorously, feeling the sides and insides of her shallow innie.

Soon, a warbling and sucking sound began to emerge from Rachel's tummy. She looked down, shocked to see her navel clamped around the finger of the aging temptress. The woman swirled her finger slowly inside Rachel's navel, pushing its boundaries until a thick white liquid emerged from the depths of the girl's navel. The female predator, with a smile of satisfaction on her face, allowed the liquid to seep all over Rachel's lower midriff, after which she lovingly began to rub it all over the teenager's stark, white, naked and helpless belly. she rubbed it up and down her back, making Rachel arch her back to an extent that her abs, lower back and linea alba were rippling like in synchronicity like erotic waves.

By this time Rachel's neck and chest were thoroughly covered in sweat and her eyes were closed and thin lips were curved in a perfect 'O' of pleasure. But her captor had one more surprise in store..

The 'old' woman quickly dug her forefinger deep and hard into Rachel's red and thoroughly abused navel till she reached her central umbilical nerve.
At the same time, with her other hand she ripped off Rachel's panties, exposing her shaved mound. Rachel quickly, crossed her already-moist thighs but the woman was too quick. She quickly placed her hand on Rachel's organ and began rubbing it vigorously between her clenched thighs.

The combined effect of this was too much for the 19-year old and she quickly reached her climax, her body jumping off the bed with her hands and legs still tied. Her naked frame was quickly silhouetted against the moon, her back and neck arched in submission. In that single moment, all that could be heard was the squelching and sucking sound of the woman's finger in Rachel's navel and the girl's cries of ecstasy as her hips bucked back and forth, up and down. With the passing of the moment, the girl loses consciousness, her slender frame falling with a soft thump and a gentle sigh down on the soft sheets, with the jeans sagging round her lower legs the only garment covering her nude exterior.

However, as was evident from the cruel look of satisfaction on her face, the Lady of the house was not yet finished with her captive.

MORE, MORE. And what happened with Melissa who you started out with?

That was fun, write some more! Tho I'm kinda wondering about the mysterious thick white liquid....the navel isn't where milk comes from, you know! ;)

My own navel fantasies are mostly about penetration of some sort....preferably something small and steel, like a dart or a skewer.....and preferably ery slowly, so i can watch it slide in a little bit at a time....

Lol, it wasn't milk just a random liquid. I thought it was preferable to yellow.

Edited by Navelfondle, 1 year(s) ago

As soon as Rachel's breathing returned to normal, the seductress placed her forefinger against Rachel's temple and whispered an ancient incantation for teleportation.

Rachel opened her eyes to find herself fully clothed in the middle of a massive thickly-canopied jungle. Strange, she thought - after all, the last thing she remembered before waking up here was falling unconscious on some sort of soft surface. She muttered to herself, 'Well, whatever gets me away from that creepy hole! Now isn't the time to be picky, girl. Time to find a way out of this mess.'

As she moved through the thick undergrowth, she had the strange sensation of being watched. 'Ridiculous', she assured herself, 'this isn't some Scooby-Doo mystery with some sinister weirdo looking over my shoulder every second.' She tried to be as careful as possible while brushing aside vines and branches, for fear of disturbing something unwanted. As she moved deeper into the heart of the forest, her eyesight began to shimmer and she began to feel dizzy. She also noticed she was sweating more than usual. The combined effect forced her to rest for a moment in a clearing nearby.

Gathering a bundle of leaves, she created a makeshift pillow and bed for herself. Allowing herself to relax for the first time since she arrived here, Rachel took off her shoes and socks and laid down on her back. With a purr of contentment to herself, the teenager fell into a deep sleep with her brown, pink-streaked hair splayed around her face and her hands wrapped underneath the back of her head.

She didn't really see it coming. In fact, she didn't really see it coming at all - Rachel suddenly felt a tugging force at her lower legs and before she knew it, she was hanging upside down in the air, dangling from her legs. Looking up, she saw her ankles had been bound together by a couple of thick, strong vines. Feeling a tug below her, she felt more vines tying her hands below her. One side effect of gravity was that her shirt had dropped down to her chest, exposing her bare belly and bra for a second time.
Frantically squirming, Rachel struggled in vain against the bonds that held her. This squirming caused her waist and hips to crease at the sides, exposing her abdomen's sensuous curves. Drops of sweat trickled down through her tightly-wrapped legs and down to her chest and breasts, adding to the erotic nature of the moment.

One person who WAS aware of the erotic nature of the moment and was watching the scene closely, snapped her fingers.

Instantly, the ground beneath the girl's dangling figure gave way to a gaping maw. The 'maw' in reality, was an ancient creature that took its orders solely from the master of the jungle. The maw, still connected to the ground, rose up off the ground and took shape into a massive green-skinned worm that opened its gigantic mouth underneath Rachel's helpless body.

With a massive sucking sound, the worm rose high and quickly wrapped its mouth around Rachel's upper torso up till her breasts. The teenager's cries of terror rapidly became muffled as the creature tightened its grip just Rachel's breasts. Her firm abs expanded and contracted rapidly, struggling to regain control. Just as soon as Rachel's upper body had been immobilized an equally large and monstrous worm emerged from the canopies and wrapped its mouth around Rachel's lower body ending just above her pubes and below her slit-like navel.

The net result was that the girl was trapped from both above and below with the only exposed part of her body being her bare, vulnerable and quivering abdomen.

Inside the worm's mouth Rachel felt more at ease than she should have. The pink-tinged inside of the creature's mouth was a cool place, where its captive was not feeling as suffocated or panicky as she should have. Rachel looked down where the creature had clamped its lips and saw a sticky green goo attached in a ring round her body. The feeling of the worms' lips pressed against her upper chest and lower waist was quite soft, pleasant in fact. Each time the creatures' exhaled and inhaled their lips would alternately tighten and loosen around Rachel's anatomy, giving her an almost erotic feeling.

Next, tentacles began to emerge from the the throats of both creatures. The ones from the grounded worm slithered themselves around Rachel's chest and breasts, tearing her shirt and bra apart in the process. As the tentacles wrapped themselves around the youngster's torso, Rachel knew something was wrong. She should have been feeling a sense of panic and an urgency to escape. However, as she looked up at what was happening to her, she felt as if she wanted to be assimilated by the creature! As if she wanted it to enter her from below AND enter as well as suck on her navel!

Rachel's faint cries quickly turned into erotic moans of pleasure as two of the upper tentacles wrapped themselves around her breasts and began sucking gently on her nipples with their cupped surfaces. Down below, more tentacles slithered beneath the Avril-look-alike's thighs and began stroking the smooth, soft flesh on the underside of the girl's thighs while others caressed the soles of her feet, causing her toes and feet to occasionally arch in pleasure. One last tentacle began to slide Rachel's panties down the her thighs and legs, exposing her vaginal mound.

Outside, the final phase was about to begin, where a thin, long, black tentacle was hovering over Rachel's exquisite navel. The vine swiftly slid into its intended destination, plunging slowly but surely into the deep hole it had exposed. It moved back and forth, to and fro lining the concentric tunnels of Rachel's navel with a yellow wax-like liquid until it finally reached her sensitive innie. Here, the tentacle expanded its tip and wrapped itself around the navel core. With a loud gurgling and sucking sound, the vine quickly moved out of its specimen's belly. With her umbilical chord neatly yanked out and exposed, the tentacle plunged rapidly into Rachel's navel again with her innie-turned-outie in tow. It repeated this sucking/penetrating procedure, several times varying its pace from slow to deadly fast.

Simultaneously, the tentacles from the upper and lower parts plunged into the girl's mouth and vagina respectively. The lower tentacle wormed its way between the helpless girl's thighs and gradually penetrated her fully while the upper tentacle made its way through Rachel's mouth down into her throat.

Rachel closed her eyes and pursed her lips around the tentacle in her mouth, sucking on it with renewed vigor. The jolts from her lower orifices forced her to let out one last erotic, muffled wail of despair as she reached her climax, 'MMMMFFFmmmmmmhhhmmmm..'

Outside, Rachel's pulsated with mad violence, secreting thousands of drops of sweat that cast her belly in a shimmering light while her moist loins clenched against each other again down below. Whilst her ankles were rubbing against each other in sensual ecstasy, her navel and abdomen were contorting themselves into various erotic, arched positions. Her lower hips swirled around in perpetual motion while her waist creased at the sides as she thrashed to and fro. The worms' lips let out a squelching sound as Rachel's arched her back and neck, exposing her slender throat, rigid abs and linea alba, while raising one of her knees above the other in a bent position. Any male watching her entire body act in unison would have fell to his knees as she climaxed in a supremely feminine position..