I started fantasizing about being submissive when I was 13. My family, one day out for a country ride, had found about 100 issues of playboy and penthouse on the side of the road, in a box. Well my parents kept them and those magazines sat on our back porch under a piano bench, next to my bedroom door all my teen life. At night as I lay in bed, I started reading the articles and stories. The bondage related ones always made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside and always stuck in my mind. So I started to seek those stories out, ripping the pages out and making my own collection of stories that I liked the best. After reading the stories, I would lay there and masturbate and fantasize. I would dream about how I was placed on a table in the center of about 5 men, sometimes the men were young boys my age. Slowly I would be stripped of my clothes as each man would touch and tease me as they took a piece of clothing from me. I would be tied up then and they would take their turns with me. They would stand around me, jacking off while each of them took turns ravishing me one by one. Sometimes I turned the fantasy into Bikers that captured me and took me out to the desert and had their way with me in the same kind of scenario. I was always the submissive one in my fantasies growing up. Not the “helpless damsel in distress” kinda girl….just the submissive one.

I believe that I was born submissive; almost everything about me is submissive, right down to my vanilla personality…

I thank whoever dropped that huge box of Magazines on the side of the road that day. I feel that was the awakening of my submission, as it brought out what I feel is natural to me.

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