groundling
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Joined: 5/26/2005 Status: offline
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I'm almost entirely convinced I have a unique (or at least unusual) story. When I was younger I really liked the Sims. When The Sims Online came out I was all over it. I played for hours every day. Unfortunately, I was having trouble making any real friends. So, I started exploring parts of the map I wasn't familiar with. I came upon a neighborhood on a strange island which was full of very welcoming folk who threw about terms like "Master" "Mistress" "Slave" and, even stranger "BDSM" These words were suggestive of slavery, and yet the objects of this terrible oppression seemed really happy about it. I eventually found a proporty full of even stranger people--who said "Tal" every time I walked in the door and called the less-than-clothed slaves "kajira." But these people were even more welcoming, and I was soon close friends not only with the Mistress of the house, but with her favorite submissive, who was called only "toy." This was my first experience of BDSM. I learned that it was right and happy and consentual when I was in middle school, before any of my friends knew what it was or that it was perverted and "wrong." I knew I wanted to feel what they felt and do what they did. I got my wish my sophmore year of high school. A bunch of us went to visit some friends of ours (Femdom/male sub), and one of the activities of the evening was proving one of our number was bisexual. Now, introducing fetish play was bound to lose, because I happened to know that her tastes run in a different (although equally kinky) direction. That aside, our resident Domme teased and molested her for a while, and the reluctant bottom sort of waited for it to end, not the least bit aroused. When the Domme gave up, I leapt off the couch and very eagerly said "can I play?"
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