Mistress Dalisay Posted 4 hours ago Report Posted 4 hours ago 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. Quote
Mistress Kildare Posted 2 hours ago Report Posted 2 hours ago 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? Quote
Ford Ranger Posted 1 hour ago Report Posted 1 hour ago 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. Quote
AromaLover21 Posted 1 hour ago Report Posted 1 hour ago 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. Quote
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