Mouthy
Posts: 35
Joined: 1/18/2005 Status: offline
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I maybe wasn't "born" into BDSM, but it sure didn't take me long to get there. (I just took an unfortunately long time to recognize how I was oriented and to feel okay about it.) Anyway, when I was, say, 7 years old (I don't really remember), all through my high school years, my parents played bridge regularly with a couple who had a son who liked to play Red-Hooded Rider with me. Red-Hooded Rider was simple and glorious: the boy put on his red sweatshirt, I ran (secretly afraid I might really get away from him), he pursued me in all earnestness and when I got captured and tied up it was a great thing. He was the first person, other than me, to put his fingers inside me. He was always the one who suggested the strip poker games, too. And he was the one whose Dad beat him with a belt. I sure hope that, however his life turned out, it permitted him to heal from the atmosphere of fear that always pervaded his home and find scope and satisfying releases for the desires he began investigating with me so long ago.
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