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a journey into the past to find the future

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In the last week or so i did some serious reflecting on my life trying to figure out the past and perhaps carve a way to my future. so reflection has been a part of my chores that I gave myself last week, my friends death sorta gave me a rude awakening in things.
People used to asked me what made me decide to even looking into this lifestyle and i honestly never really had an answer for it. so now i decided to start from the beginning, prolly gonna happen in stages, but i will be brutally honest with myself and i think in the end it will help me, if nothing else to look at myself more honestly, perhaps discover a bit more of who and what i'm and the needs i have and what do i really have to offer in a relationship. Like .. why would anyone even want me? what can i offer to a Dominant.
Reflecting on my past i realized that feelings of submission started at a very very early age. I remember at age 6 or 7 my family and i still lived in France in this quiet dead end street. the people next door had like a farm house right next to their house and their property was huge. Well at least huge to my eyes. All the kids in the neighborhood always wound up there to play and the boys favorite game was to catch the girls and tie them up. yes tie them up with rope. No no we did not do anything else .. except the boy who captured the most girls was the admired leader of us all. there were three girls and i remember how wonderful it felt to be captured by the boys, how wonderful it felt to feel the rope around my wrists and ankles.. how great it was to be a captive. I had suppressed those feelings, never even admitted them to myself until now. i felt save and secure with the rope holding me, with someone else being in control.

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  1. gypsiecowboy's Avatar
    I recall being in 2nd or 3rd grade, living in the north side of chicago, on the 3rd floor of q 3 floor walk-up. the building next door, also a 3 story walkup was inhabited by -among others- a girl who was about my age. she and i used to spend a lot of time on her roof and we loved to play doctor/patient. and of course I would have to listen to her heart and palpate her chest and put my fingers and other items in her various orifices and this and that... sometimes we would play father and naughty daughter too. these were always her choices and I was always willing to go along.

    one day I left some marks on her butt which her parents noticed at bathtime... she was punished and forced to tell the truth. my parents lectured me of course. hers beat her butt with much harsher weapons than any I had ever used.

    she told me about it when she told me we could never see each other again. I spent weeks fantasizing about her punishment. until finally one day she came to me on my roof which was higher than her own, and she told me they were moving but that she wanted to spend some hours with me first before saying goodbye.

    i cannot remember those hours but i can still watch them leave in their overstuffed vw bus and I do remember being very very sad... and then not being close to any other females for years. not until junior high in fact.

    talk about topping from the bottom! I have never given up control like that since. but surely that experience helped shape the sexuality I have grown into.

    thank you for your memories and for bringing up my long suppressed memory.

    I truly enjoy reading your words and getting to know pieces of you here and there... I hope that these pieces will begin to form a whole that you will share with those of us who are growing to admire you and develop ... uh... feelings for you...

    GypsieCowboy

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