Martin53
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4 years ago •
Mar 7, 2020
Me saying hi. Holding forth. Boring you
4 years ago •
Mar 7, 2020
So, this is long, and Iām sorry about that, but I wanted to just get all of this stuff said. I am looking for a BDSM chat space that is really a chat space where I can meet and talk to people. Not A) a BDSM dating site where there are 14 women and 3,674 men, all of whom send dick pics and say ākneel before your Master!ā in the first or second sentence of their post. B) a chat site in which the last post was 1/13/2017 C) a chat space where people are always tying to pick up people D) a chat space frequented by trolls, catfishers and amateur photo retouchers.
I want to make friends. I want a space with consistent people that are online 2 or 3 times a week so I have a chance get to know them, and they me; where I know people and can come into the chat room and say āhi folksā and people say āhiā back and then I can sit back and listen to active people chat until I feel up to posting.
I want a chat space where people are familiar, if not currently active in r/l, with BDSM, SSC, R.I.S.K. or P.R.I.C.K. and have spent some time over a knee or warming up someone over their own. People familiar at least conversationally, with D/s M/s domestic discipline or other life style variations and able to speak intelligently about the fun, sexy, crazy world of BDSM.
As you can probably tell, I have some pretty unsatisfactory experiences with BDSM social sites, since the days of the IRC chat boards in the 90ās and early 2000ās. I believe strongly that I need this experience in my life and I refuse to accept that the online BDSM community has been completely co-opted by porn, pay-to-play and internet scammers.
Iāve been aware of my kink since I was about 14. I ran accross the fuckbooks owned by my best friendās dad. Most of them were fairly hardcore books, jewish teens tortured by the Gestapo, young girls captured by police in a bannana republic and tortured, etc. But every now and again he had a book that was pretty staightforward BDSM stuff. I could tell by the changes in my mind and body that I connected with this material on a far newer and higher level than with anything before. As I became more connected with my sexuality (I lost my virginity about 3 months later and had a thing with a first cousin that summer), I began to understand more about the thoughts, dreams and impulses that I had had prior to that time.
I believe that the first expression of my kink was in a recurring dream that I had when I was 5/6. In it I had caused a pretty girl in my 1st grade class to be spanked and then watched as her dress was hiked, her knickers lowered and she was turned over the teacherās knee and spanked pink. There were other dreams/thoughts/impulses over the next years with me as spanker or voyeur. I think I had just let things slide into the general ooze of my dawning adolecence, only to be resurrected when I connected with my friendās dadās porn.
I believe that my BDSM nature is as much part of my essential being as my sexuality. That is: I see my kink as a sexual orientation, not a sexual preference. BDSM affects me in ways that more general (vanilla, for lack of a better term) sexual activities and interests do not and I can not be other than I am.
I had my first r/l BDSM relationship at 17, with a young woman whose submission, it turned out, was so wrapped in her depression and poor self esteem that I could not be sure of exactly what she was consenting to and did not want to do further damage in allowing her to use BDSM play in conjunction with a true sense of herself as worthless.
While it may seem that the decision above showed a good deal of maturity and clarity of thinking, let me assure you that it was an anomaly as demonstrated by the fact that I then got married (to a different woman) at the age of 19 to a 17 year old girl. It was the essence of stupidity and ended 5 years laterā
After that I played with different people over the years, mostly just scenes including bondage and impact play, some fairly intense, including with my 2nd wife who played up to the point when we had a child and it became clear that while she liked to bottom, she was not submissive, and got nothing from that kind of relationship. Our play dwindled to arguments (āthatās all you want to do (guilty), canāt we just have ānormalā sexā) Until the very end, near the divorce, she could not see that for me BDSM was normal sex. Once she did it was just another nail in the coffin.
The last relationship (the current one), a woman I love deeply, started with some mild play. But she could never get out of her head enough to stop correlating it with punishment by a parent.
After that I began to feel as if the full expression of who I am could never truly happen. This was in the late 80ās and early 90ās and there were not, or I was unaware of places like FetLife. IRC was active and I lurked in those rooms for a while, even had a cyber subbie for a while. And while it was exciting on an intellectual level, it was not sufficiently alluring to risk the marriage if eventually discovered.
To be sure, - I lived in the burbs of Philadelphia - there was an active community near in South Street area, but I was tired of lurking, being unable to truly connect given that I had a child and a full time job and a part time job and school and ... well, you get it.
So, I let that aspect of my sexuality atrophy and in the end I let any sexuality atrophy save my abiding love of women and the subsequent hobby of collecting pics (nude, clothed, sports, office, I just deeply love women, all shapes and sizes ).
I did play with some Prodommes over the years, but generally as a way to really get the submissive perspective and to get any play at all, given the sparsity of Pro subs. Eventually my inner Dom had enough of that and for 10 years now there has been no activity at all. Indeed, things have deteriorated in our relationship to the point that I have not had any sexual experiences at all - not even self abuse - in six years
The trigger to my change in perspective was the unexpected death of my best friend at the age of 57. It hit me hard. Very hard and I cannot say I am yet fully recovered. But one change his death wrought was my realization that I could not spend the 20 years or so I may have left (absent city buses, drunk drivers or heart attacks) with what is, I feel, the most essential aspect of who I am crushed under the weight of judgement, misunderstanding and disapproval. I cannot. I will not.
My wife is not aware of my reaching out, but I will tell her if my kink finds a comfortable avenue for expression and when I am able to deal with the repercussions of informing her.
I am far and away more comfortable in the company of women than men. In addition to my new desire to empower my true sexuality, I also have begun to identify as a lesbian trapped in a manās body. It is too complex to go into here, but the point is that I prefer the company of women but not from the perspective of hitting on or seducing them. And there are other things, sexual aspects that I am not going into. This social/sexual ambivalence is why I indicated that my gender identity was evolving. I am not trans, it is more complicated than any label can cover.
If I ever find a comfortable place and way to be my entire self things may change. Just at this point understand that if youāre a woman and we begin to chat I will not being sending you pictures of my dick and demanding that you ākneel down for your master!ā I quess I should reference male subs (whom I would love to have as friends - my joy in women is not exclusive of others) Of course, I hope many (if any) contacts will be fellow Dom/mes.
Okay, thatās me: vain, pedantic and self absorbed. But here nonetheless and hoping to once again be among those look at life through the black leather lenses of BDSM.
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