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You mean I can be feminized into a southern belle?? Hehe

My next session with Mistress Lovely could become extremely interesting!

Only under the wrong/right influencers!

How I became "Aromalover". Countless, she caught me most times 😅. I was always looking to put my face into some booty as a kid. My mother and sister have stories of me mortifying them and my father just shook his head and would say "That's certainly my son. I did the same and worse at his age." My love for butts, farts, and other aromas are just as prevalent today. I just go about it in a more respectful manner.

You really were a perverted kid. How many times did you sneak up on her?

It’s good to hear you’re so easily influenced ☺️

HA I can see it in play out in my head lol How did you tie up your dolls?

I vote flavored hot tub taste test. In the name of science, of course. https://www.menshealth.com/sex-women/a36751724/do-testicles-have-taste-buds/

Mistress Lovely, I advised the “boys” that the next time we see you it will be very warm. “Are we going to the beach?” “Eh, no….”

I just finished a session with Mistress Lovely, and it was absolutely unbelievable. Mistress Lovely is professional and creative. Her voice is gentle yet utterly mesmerizing—there’s something magical about it that draws you in completely. Mistress Lovely's presence is so captivating that surrendering to her guidance feels natural, even inevitable. If you haven’t had the chance to book a session with her yet, do it as soon as possible. You won’t regret it.

The deep south, surrounded by magnolias and spanish moss

I had posted about this a few years ago in another thread. I've always had a fondness of a womans backside and a scent fetish, but my fart fetish developed from this moment in memory.

…combine it with a gloved hand in my mouth for a job well done, and it’s unmatched.

When I was in middle school there was a school dance, and I was there with a sweet girl in a sun dress. A brilliant girl one grade older with punk-styled hair, the scent of unshaven pits and cigarette smoke, and piercing eyes behind over-sized glasses pulled on my belt loop and said “come with me.” I followed her into the dark gym, and she grabbed me and thrust her tongue down my throat. I followed her like a puppy for a year, and I’ve never been the same.

It was the electrics for me... When I was 7-ish, I had a friend whose backyard had an invisible electric fence to keep their dog inside. One day, we convinced her little brother to wear the dog's collar and roll down the hill, across the electric line. Seeing his body jerk made me feel euphoric, or high, almost. I remember thinking that the sound he made was so funny! The best part of it all was that he agreed to do it again... When I was a teenager, I got my hands on a tens unit and had quite a bit of fun lolololol Also, did anyone else ever tie up their dolls?

Please share that fateful day that has caused you to become who you are. I’d say my sadism started when I was around 5 or 6. My friends and I were using jump ropes at the playground. Since there were 5 of us, we decided to do double dutch. Everything was all good fun until one of the girls had gotten struck by the rope. We stopped as she stood there, red faced with pain as she rubbed her arm. I’m not sure why, but I just stood there and stared at her. The look on her face just brought…satisfaction to me. The image lingered in my head for days. Every time we went to the park, I just couldn’t get rid of the feeling to strike her again. Finally, one day my hand “slipped” and the rope struck another. Not the same girl, but still the same feeling. I realized that seeing someone else receive my pain made me feel good. After that fateful day, I’ve spiraled into knowing what else could bring me the same feeling. And that path has lead me to the world of BDSM.