subwaythru
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I didn't even know what submissive was and what I was all through my life. I led a very sheltered life and had no exposure to the "lifestyle" at all. I suffered quite a lot because what I was in my own head and heart was certainly not what I heard when I heard others confiding their fantasies and exploits. I felt so ashamed, but just because I was ashamed, it did not stop me from being what I was and wanting the things I wanted. I learned to never, ever say a word about my feelings, because the little I did learn told me that it was deviant, it was bad, it was wrong. Therefore, I got the clear picture that I was deviant, I was bad, I was wrong. Even when someone finally told me what I am and told me that there is nothing wrong with me and that there are other people like me, I still had feelings of being bad and wrong, because once I started to learn about the "lifestyle", everything I read and saw showed submissives in absolute misery at the mercy of Big Bad Doms, and I certainly didn't see anything there that would make little ole me be in misery. A very nice Dom told me that I could rest assured that those submissives were having themselves a fine time in those books and those pictures. Then I even fretted that a Dom would be terribly bored, putting in all that effort into whatever he would be doing, and here I would be the only one getting any pleasure out of it at all! I just got myself coming and going, damned if I did and damned if I didn't. Talking to people who were knowledgeable and open-minded and kind helped me immeasurably. I cannot know what it is like to be a man who is submissive, but I can tell you that I suffered much of the pain and shame that you describe. Surrounding yourself with supportive people who, if they can't understand, at least respect who and what you are, and not going to Radio Shack for bread by trying to fit into society's idea of what a man ought to be, or trying to get acceptance from people who cannot accept that different is not bad. No, I do not feel ashamed any more of what and who I am. I don't share about it around the water cooler at work, that's for sure, but then, it's nobody's business but mine and the people with whom I make choices to share it. And most especially, I would never, ever waste a moment of my time with a Dom (much less be under the care of a Master) who did not profoundly respect what and who I am, and acknowledge that, truly, without a slave there can be no Master.
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