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trippingdaisy -> RE: Embrassing Moments (6/5/2006 5:06:39 AM)
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Hahaha, i do, but it's not really BDSM related. Not truly.
When i was young, about 19 or 20, i was engaged to a man who fancied himself a Dom, but used to beg to submit to me all the time. He had a penchant for sex toys. He'd use them on me, i'd use them on him, he was happy, i was...happy most of the time. i felt very very odd topping my 'top'.
Anyway.
We were staying with my parents for a while, until he went back to school in TX. We always kept wonderful care of our toys, but we'd have to wrap them in a t-shirt or something, so we weren't carrying around sex toys in front of my mother and father.
Well. One night, we left the toys wrapped in a shirt. We forgot about them the next day. My mother decided to be nice, and do a load of our laundry. i was at rehearsal for a musical i was in, he was...i don't know where. But when i get home, my mother called me into the laundry room. When i went back there, she was calmly folding laundry, and said nonchalantly, "Something dropped on the floor, can you pick it up for me please?"
There on the floor were four sex-toys. FOUR OF THEM. A big ol' double ended, a cute little remote control vibrator, a butt plug, and one of those neat little vibrating eggs. i picked them up in a huge hurry, and raced up to my bedroom. i was UTTERLY humiliated!
She didn't mention it to me until this year. :) Almost 10 years later. She and i were talking, and actually i brought it up, because i wanted to tell her just how awesome she was for not flipping out.
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