4 years ago. February 6, 2020 at 9:27 PM
Everyone writes and shares such wonderful and personal stuff in these blogs. One thing I can't say I have seen is anyone really talk about how they got started in BDSM and D/s. We all have a back story, we all started somewhere. I was thinking about how I got roped into it ( No pun intended) and I laughed at myself because really, it's kinda funny.
I wondered what interesting stories would be shared. I'll even go first.
We all have a past. Some have beautiful past, some do not. Our past, good and bad, make us who we are today.
This story has some pretty bad memories, but there are parts that I can remember and laugh about and even smile.
2009
I was in a pretty abusive relationship. I wasn't working so i stayed home all day and played housewife, more like had to. My boyfriend had wrecked my car by running a red light and I had shattered my right arm. That was months(8 months) of healing and rehab. We lived in an apartment with a mutual friend. They both worked together at the same company.
One day we got into an argument. He had heard I was talking to a neighbor and accused me of having wandering eyes. He didn't want me going anywhere so he handcuffed me to the coffee pot. (It's okay to laugh, I do.)
I was really upset while he went to work and I was cuffed to a pot. I was outside smoking (at that time I smoked). Our neighbor, a different one then I had been seen speaking to, came over. He was handsome. Personal gym trainer, very fit. He was nice. He saw my wrist and knew. Most neighbors did know about the abuse, and never did anything. He told me to come over for a drink and to chat. I did, I was so mad at my boyfriend that I could care less about what would have happened if he found out.
Next door, he made me a screwdriver and I remember some cartoon playing on the T.V. We sat on the couch and chatted. He hated my boyfriend for obvious reasons. He kept looking at me strangely and I wont lie, I was kinda scared. He said he could see the pain I held inside clearly on my face. Before I could answer he had stood up and came to stand right in front of me. Tilted my chin up and told me he wanted to help me. He kissed me.
I had never cheated before, the idea alone disgust me. I wont lie, my boyfriend was not in my mind one bit when he took my hand and walked me to his bedroom. It may have been shock, this man was beautiful and could honestly have been carved from marble by gods, and he kissed me. I stood there stock still in the center of his bedroom. He got undressed, pulled my pants down and walked me to his bed. I thought he was going to have me lie down, instead he made me face the bed, bent me over and walked around to the other side. He pulled straps out and secured my hands so I couldn't move. Coffee pot and all.
That day I was introduced to a whole new way to release the anger and pain I had bottled up. I had done 3 things that day I have never imagined I would.
1. Allow a man to inflict pain on me
2. Cheat
3. Have sex while cuffed to a coffee pot.
My neighbor became my release from everything I was going through. 2 months later things hot really bad. It was my neighbor who took me into his home cared for my wounds both physical and mental. He trained me and he became my first Master. He showed me a world that has become by lifestyle now. Helped me direct the pain and anger I had to a different pain, a sexual pain and I loved every damn second of it. I served him for 7 months before he had to move back home when his mother died. I will always be grateful to him.
I have served many Dom's since him and none could get close to they way he cherished my submission and my overall health, until I met the Master I have now. He compares 100%, I could even say at some point he exceeds.
Also, to this day I still can't believe I had sex while handcuffed to a coffee pot... who does that??
