Inanna's Thoughts

I have a friend who I will keep as for A. for now. She likes to ask people in the right circumstances what their "kinky" genesis story is. That primary moment or sensation that lead them to this moment talking to her.  

It got me thinking about trying to capture some of my own genisis tale, though I thnk it is a weaving of things that revealed my nature to me. It might take more than a single post. 

I should confess that part of my genesis invovles A. We dated as teenagers and it was very dramatic and intense - poetry and keeping our affair a secret. We didn't have a clue about dominance or submission but we reflect with laughter that I wore a "choker" and she made me pose obediently for Her in nothing but that choker and a pair of holds ups. Our affair had more to do D/S then our sexual orientation something that didn't become clear to us until many years later. Now we a the closest of friends. 

Much earlier to my meeting A. I remember watching the film "Ladyhawke" - there was a short scene when naked slaves walked along chained to a piece of wood. It made me feel instantly strange and light headed. The naked flesh muddy, on display, the hands bound in cuffs and chains. 

I vivdly recall imagining, I was about ten or twelve years old, hooded monk like figures chaining me up and  taking a whip to me. I would scream in the dream but willingly accept the act, I remember the arousal quite clearly. Sometimes these figures would wind leather straps around my limbs and I would percieve them burning.  I'm not from a catholic family - there were no monks or nuns in my world growing up...

I fantasised about being a hooded slave for, bought at a market and used for my Owners pleasure - my suffering could be quite detailed. I imagined being covered in gold and serving in the harem. I imagined being beaten, being raped, pierced, tied and tortured in all  manner of ways. Common to them all themes of service, degradation, humilation, objectification, sadism, masochism and slavery though they never had these labels.

So that is the genesis of the part of myself I call  "slave".

Next time...

How 50's sci fi and horticulture is a gateway to tentacle porn...

I understand it is all a spectrum and we all have the 'thing' thats gets our motor running but it happens everytime I open any of my 'kinky' online platforms. 

"BigBadDom69" sent you a message - oh ok....lets have a look - try not to judge the name. Need I go on?

It's always the same - a short message with no content just a quick cum shot of letters loosely inviting me to find them an attractive option to kneel in front of and submit. 

Then there is the profile picture or lack thereof. You know what?  A lot of you have the same icon - I can't tell you apart. I'm going to use is a a filtering system from now on. On Twitter, tweeters actually specify 'no eggs' - which means make the effort to upload any picture to be your profile or you get blocked. 

It's only my preference but my submission takes energy, the presentation of myself is part of it and "KneelB4Me" or "MasterMuppet" is your tag I'm already turned off.