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Gael(sadist male)
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6 months ago •
Jul 20, 2025
6 months ago •
Jul 20, 2025
After reading through these stories, I feel compelled to share mine as well. I'm just now beginning, and I'm not entirely sure of the way to do so yet, but I'll describe some of the situations that make much more sense now that I've come to terms with this side of me.
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I've always been the 'intelligent' one in my family. The one with potential, the one with a real chance. That potential brought with it responsibility, tho, one that was made clear to me from a young age; the responsibility to choose a path and excel at it.
I was fine with it, chose a path in life and followed it, centered my whole life around getting to every step in it successfully. Even leaving friendships and my first love behind, when a different high school was a more optimal option to reach my goals.
Without giving it much thought, using my words to make people behave in ways they didn't want to was something I enjoy doing since I can remember, but I didn't understand the extent to which this could escalate. Getting physical with others in any similar capacity was always out of place, so exploring that instinct further was too.
The first signs started in the middle years of high school. Transferred from the prestigious, very religious institution I was acing at onto a public high school. That threw me right into contact with people very different from the ones I've known before. One of them, a crazy redhead girl in my class, became a really good friend of mine. She was bisexual and had a whole operation built up with a three-way relationship with a guy and a girl where she was the link, and even kept replacements for either of them in their mutual friend group in case they snapped. Absent parents and enough money to basically live by herself as she wanted made the perfect mix to explore sexuality at full speed (with a bad attitude to match, but I didn't give a fuck). She enjoyed talking about her little group's last developments with me between classes, with varied levels of detail. It was a different experience for sure, and it did make me curious about the whole sex exploration thing.
I started browsing away from the vanilla sexual themes online, and found myself positively curious about constraining and more aggressive ways to have sex (I didn't know any terms or even that it was a whole different world, just specially enjoyed the few things I got to watch).
There are a few things I've always known about myself, one of them is that whenever I find something I really like (like a film, for example), I obsess over it to the ground, putting that main goal I was responsible for to the side for a short while. That's why when I started sensing to wich extent this newfound sexual instinct resonated with me, I was sure it had the potential to hijack my life with no end in sight. I knew if I started to explore it, I wouldn't be able to stop, and that was a menace to what I HAD to do; it would stop my life from revolving around that goal.
So I shut it closed. As closely as I could. I repressed it, focused on marks, books, sports, everything that didn't collide too much with my designed future. When my red-haired friend invited me, directly at the end, since I tried to roll back my interest a bit out of precaution, to join her group in their 'casual evenings' at her house, I refused. Twice.
My decision was taken, and it was final. After that, we grew apart as we finished high school, and I managed to successfully teach my subconscious to close off that part of me completely to myself. Looking back, she knew more about my sexuality and its possibilities than I did back then. Read me like a book, and probably wanted to hand me someone.
There were many other signs after that in college, which kept me remembering it was there, waiting. Like a fascination with necks and enjoying getting reactions from a partner way more than the sex act itself, but I quickly grew bored with the few short relationships I had. I was still in a very demanding program, sacrificing my social life at every turn necessary.
And then I got it, the successful and secure position I followed for so long. When the last steps of the path were within reach, and I saw a life without a definitive goal to base every decision around on the horizon, I had a choice. Find another ambitious goal to live by, or wander.
As I was deciding, I encountered another source to feed the sadist flame fading in me online. Saw myself reflected in the protagonist of a new book I picked up to a scary extent, and how he lived these desires. I couldn't ignore it anymore when this new obsession didn't have a goal to clash with. I found this world of BDSM, learnt the terms (can't describe the relief I felt when I discovered masochism was a thing), started to put labels on people I had met, recontextualizing past interactions... But I was still indecisive about accepting it fully; repressing it was a custom.
Around the same period, one of my best friends came out as trans. I got to see her changing, becoming a new version of herself, and especially becoming way happier than I ever thought possible.
That made up my mind. I threw myself out of my comfort zone. Now I've come to terms with my sadistic side and am ready to explore it, I decided to literally move away from my past. Starting anew in another country, far from past repressions.
I'm still figuring things out with this wander lifestyle I've chosen, but the path is clear again, and now I draw it step by step. I can't wait to meet someone worth playing with.
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Thanks for reading my privileged ass pov haha. I'm clearly an 'Absolute Begginer' but I hope to get rid of the label soon.
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