You might be on the road to FLR/FemDom if…
…at the age of 18, your boyfriend hands you his belt, lowers his head in supplication, and holds his hands out toward you, together at the wrist.
Now: Take the above scenario, add in the fact that we had never previously discussed bondage or belts, we were alone in my parents’ house, and the parental units were due back in eight minutes.
Eight minutes.
And did I mention that we’d never previously discussed alternative uses for belts?
Never. Previously. Discussed.
SO.
Being the amazingly awesome and accepting acci-Domme that I am…
The belt was put to…..um…..good(?) use.
And my parents did, indeed, arrive as scheduled. Eight. Minutes. Later.
By which time, my boyfriend and I were sitting placidly side-by-side on the couch discussing inane topics. Outwardly, perfectly “normal.”
Inside…
“Normal” had just taken on a whole new meaning. For each of us separately, and for both of us together.
One afternoon. Age 18. Bondage (and some…um…other…stuff) by belt.
And in eight minutes, the course of our relationship ~ which lasted seven years, by the way ~ was forever altered. And my “D”-velopments had officially begun.
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For the record: I don’t recommend that anyone walk into a bondage situation or a D/s relationship of any kind (*especially* at such a young age!) without active and continual communication. In other words… DON’T TRY THIS AT HOME.
*snort*
BUT we all start somewhere, eh. And after a rather lengthy discussion with a fellow blogger (that led to a Rainbow-Brite-Meets-Spiderman style “first time” retelling on his own blog) about how NOT to do bondage…
I just thought I’d…
I dunno…
Share?
Or something.
Ahem.
‘Kayso, consider that an introduction of sorts.
How NOT To ___________ (insert relevant topic here).
Coming soon to a blog near you. 😉
I wish I had met Spiderman. Not that night, but the next one for some pointers. 🙂
Hmmm. I’m more of a Wolverine fan, myself. As played by Hugh Jackman, specifically. 😉
If I could meet any Marvel character it would be Magneto waaaayyyy before Spiderman. I do think Spiderman could offer up some excellent bondage advice though. 😀
Been there, loved it, stayed there, love it…oh the horizons that opened up.>KB
You might appreciate the humor in some of the “Oh NO!” situations my Monkey friend and I discussed, then. Bondage Bloopers, if you will. 😉
I will. I got into things along the way at the deep end of the pool. All quite enjoyable too.>KB
Interesting point. I’ve kinda stumbled back-asswards into some stuff and it’s given me much… food for thought. To put it vaguely. 😉
Right back ass ya.
Or… Something like that. 😉
Sometimes you get surprised. Could be good, could be bad, ya never know til it happens. I’m kinda reminded of those vids showing people walking and texting and they walk right into a fountain. Embarrassing but it might end up being the best thing anyway. AB would probably mention the movie Sliding Doors about now. Then I would call it a chick flick, she’d call it sci fi. Then she would say Fuck You! And I would say, okay, sounds like a plan. She isn’t close enough for that to happen though.
Technology is wonderful, Wild. So as for you and AB? Cyber sex: It’s what’s for breakfast. 😉 (That link oughta keep you occupied for a while. 😀 )
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It always interests me how people came to the scene. If this is how it came to be for you, how fascinating that it was just dropped on you like this.
Sometimes you gotta roll with the punches.
Apt choice of wording there.