How I Discovered an Interest in BDSM

This is one of my favourite stories to tell *smirk*

I blame my Dad, and not in some twisted, incestuous, CAS ­involved way, so cool your jets!

For starters, one of Dad's favourite sayings as I was growing up, was, "Whip me, beat me, just

don't bore me!" Nuff said?

I was always an avid reader, reading things like Jack London's White Fang on my own by the

third grade. When I got to the 6th grade, Dad handed me a book called Raga Six. To this day, I

don't know if he did what he is sometimes notorious for, and simply skim read it, saw it was

about the occult, and decided I might enjoy it, or he just honestly didn't know that it involved

some really explicit, and even gruesome, sex scenes. It's sort of one of those questions that I

just don't want to know the answer to.

I was definitely turned on by said scenes. But to be honest, I can remember having what I can

now describe as Master/Slave fantasies when masturbating at the ripe age of 8. Make­believe

games with one female friend in particular always ended up with her being some poor victim

trussed up that I was to rescue from rape, or to be the rapist (her idea, but I was into it). I also

ended up trussed up and threatened with a (toy) knife at one point. Besides the fact that it

scared the hell out of me, it was certainly scintillating.

As I grew older, internal mantras when masturbating turned to things like, "You can't rape the

willing" and "Rape is just sex you didn't know you wanted". So apparently consensual non

consent was something that I wanted to experience. This was going on starting around age 16.

My first lover was mostly vanilla. A little light hair pulling and gentle spanking were about as far

as we got outside of 'normal'. Though we did 'swing' with another, older couple. My first attempt

with anal was with these two guys. But they were both a little too impatient, so I tapped out. Too

much pain.

Fast forward to age 22 when I started dating who I describe as the love of my life. I had read a

lot of books by this point, and some internet erotica. I knew that rough sex made me wet. That

power exchange was something I was into. So one day, I got brave, and asked him to spank

me. Now, I was braced for the initial "What the fuck?!" face. But that dragged out into a full two

minute stare down, It ended with me crying myself sick in the bottom of the shower, water on,

and clothes still on.

What can I say? Water is my safe place.

So when that relationship fell apart 2 years later, I began what I call my Year of Hell, during

which my number of sexual partners multiplied exponentially. I found my way into the company

of several different people who were of the Kink persuasion. I started some light training with a

couple of different Doms, touching on things like anal training, breath play, bondage, nipple

torture, bladder control, impact play, forced orgasms, and deep throating. Role play, including

Pet Play was also part of the adventure.

From there, I found a Dom who was willing to take me on on a live­in, permanent basis. He has

helped to open my eyes to a world of awesome kinkdom, and gave me a safe place to explore

all of those wonderful and perverse things. There are still some things I haven't tried, but there

are very few things which I am not interested in.

The rest, as they say, is history! ; )