I’m not sure my last blog was -really- about my submissive journey but it was what came next, chronologically. It was a shift in my position. I knew where my power was. I was my own person. Not a follower.
Glimpses of my nature could be seen in the characters I’d play in Dungeons and Dragons. I enjoyed this world. I could be who I wanted to be under the guidance of my Dungeon Master (DM).
In retrospect... it really is a shame that I shunned his feelings toward me.
High School was a little less lonely for me. I received a collar from a guy I was dating. It was not a symbol for anything that I was aware of. “Data” was everything that my parents hated for me. He was NOT a Dom. I wouldn’t be surprised if he had been someone’s pet, though... relinquishing his own collar to me.
Back then I had no idea what that was but putting that collar on felt incredible. It was a simple black leather collar with steel spikes all around it. I got in trouble for wearing it to school. They told me it was more of a weapon. I thought they were nuts. (Although I gave the collar to a friend later when I broke up with this guy... and that friend wrapped the collar around the end of a bat... it became a weapon, indeed).
He hardly talked. I didn’t care. His Mohawk was my favorite shade of blue and he would just show up at my house at 3AM. Mostly for sex.
We would skip school and hang out at his house. He had this old Xerox machine his dad used for business, right outside his bedroom and one day he decides it would be a good idea to photocopy my boobs.
The thought actually turned me on.
The next time I went to his house, he had his entire bedroom wallpapered with my boobs. I think that was the first time I really discovered that I was a bit of an exhibitionist.
We would fuck in public places... in front of friends... It was fun. I was loud.
One time after having some loud sex in his room... he decided that was the perfect time to meet his family. Even his grandmother... all of whom I am certain... heard me crying out in pleasure not moments before.
I don’t think that part of the kink was for me. I’m sure I turned very red.
Data and I did not last. He was a nice guy and all but he stood me up for drugs.
I really need to make that a hard limit.
