The Start to the End to the Start Again.

Some of my close friends that i talk to ask me how i became to love the kinky side of life...you know what i tell them? Its always been there. Ever since i was little my mom use to catch me humping everything, or i always had something in my mouth sucking on it...(the things i suck on now). 

But i think i was 17 when i found my first Dom. yes i know a year under age but who cares...in some cases the laws are different. He was about 30ish and boy was He charming. He kept a book of some of the girls that he trained or a video or two here and there. I though He could be the one to bring the real me to the surface. In the beginning he was really firm but gentle at the same time. He was ALL about business. Months down the line, He started to get really aggressive. I mean going beyond certain limits. He said it was showing how devoted I was to Him and that if He didn't do those things to me then i wasn't pleasing Him. 

I believed it and i continued to come back. Well let me tell you Sir was not so gentle underneath. He was abusive. There were days where he would beat me senseless or unconscious. I have permanent marks from it. I don't think ill ever recover from it. This was about three years ago..

The lesson here is look out for warning signs. If you have a gut feeling that says get the hell out of there then you listen and get the hell out of there. High tail it...never go back because above all...you are the only one that can truly understand what you need...(besides that one true Dom that won't abuse his power but will use it to make you a stronger person and a stronger submissive/slave.