Shawn1066
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I remember having submissive yearnings in early childhood. They are, of course, a little different in nature than they are now...obviously they lacked a lot of the sexual connonantations that they do have now. I remember playing with my action figures and I would play out little stories in my head. The hero would often be captured and enslaved...and he would soon grow to love his new role and end up even working against his former allies. Oh my goodness, my toys had Stockholm Syndrome. :-p The first crush I ever, ever had occured on a playground when we were playing football. There was a girl, a little older than me, on the other team. When I got the ball, she tackled me rather hard...and I became quite smitten with her. When we played games, the little war type games that kids play, I'd often get captured by the female side on purpose. There was something about it I was just naturally drawn to. As I got even older, and began to mature sexually, I began to realized that my fantasies were entirely unlike the thing I was "supposed" to like. I wanted to be controlled, tortured, humiliated, and the like. It completely overtook my urge for traditional intercourse in most occasions. It was what I dreamt about all the time. This frightened me quite a bit. I felt very afraid and alone and for the longest time. These feelings, later in tandem with my Parent's divorce, led to the most depressing time in my life. I really cried a lot over it. I recall, quite clearly, praying to God every single night to stop punishing me...because I'd never done anything to deserve all of this. I remember trying my best to just stop thinking about such things. Luckily, time healed my wounds. As time went on, I was able to reconcile my submissive/masochistic tendencies with my life. I realized that it was just another aspect of my personality that needed to be loved and cherished like any other. So, to answer the question... I've always known, even if I didn't know exactly what it was. I actually accepted it after a lot of research, prayer, and finally a conversation with my best friend. If he had responded badly, I don't know what I would have done. That was the acceptance I needed. I wonder if he regrets it now. :-p
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