I've always known I had dark, unspeakable desires. Long before I knew they were sexual, I recognized that I wanted to be captured, subdued, even hurt. I was terrified of what these thoughts might mean, and it wasn't until college that I fell in with a sexually open crowd, and learned that there was a whole community of folks who had these desires. What's more, I could potentially meet someone and explore these scenarios, make them real. The first time I spoke with another submissive lady, I felt more alive—more free—than I had ever felt. It was golden, and scary, and wonderful. She told me all about the red flags to watch for, and how to hunt down my first dom. Through her, I discovered the kink scene in my city, and met people I keep in touch with even now.
I'm forever grateful to the woman who showed me the ropes without ever laying a finger on me. There's something unique and special about the bond between two submissive women, and I feel lucky to have discovered it so early.
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