Mistress Dalisay Posted Monday at 11:09 PM Report Posted Monday at 11:09 PM 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 Tuesday at 01:05 AM Report Posted Tuesday at 01:05 AM 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 Tuesday at 01:39 AM Report Posted Tuesday at 01:39 AM 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 Tuesday at 01:54 AM Report Posted Tuesday at 01:54 AM 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
Mistress Dalisay Posted Tuesday at 01:08 PM Author Report Posted Tuesday at 01:08 PM 12 hours ago, Mistress Kildare said: 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? HA I can see it in play out in my head lol How did you tie up your dolls? Quote
Mistress Dalisay Posted Tuesday at 01:09 PM Author Report Posted Tuesday at 01:09 PM 11 hours ago, Ford Ranger said: 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’s good to hear you’re so easily influenced ☺️ Quote
Mistress Dalisay Posted Tuesday at 01:12 PM Author Report Posted Tuesday at 01:12 PM 11 hours ago, AromaLover21 said: 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. You really were a perverted kid. How many times did you sneak up on her? Quote
AromaLover21 Posted Tuesday at 02:13 PM Report Posted Tuesday at 02:13 PM 50 minutes ago, Mistress Dalisay said: You really were a perverted kid. How many times did you sneak up on her? 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. Quote
Ford Ranger Posted Tuesday at 04:19 PM Report Posted Tuesday at 04:19 PM 3 hours ago, Mistress Dalisay said: It’s good to hear you’re so easily influenced ☺️ Only under the wrong/right influencers! Quote
Mistress Kildare Posted Tuesday at 10:47 PM Report Posted Tuesday at 10:47 PM 9 hours ago, Mistress Dalisay said: HA I can see it in play out in my head lol How did you tie up your dolls? Oh, you know, the usual. Strung up by their ankles, hanging from a lamp. Nothing crazy Quote
ittybittycuck Posted 22 hours ago Report Posted 22 hours ago When I was around 4, my friend's older sisters tied me to a tree in their front yard. The humiliation of being overpowered by them and put on display is something I've never forgotten. At the same time, I can recall having fantasies about being stripped naked in front of my class and mocked, with the class voting on whether I should be castrated, crucified and made to kiss everyone's feet on my hands and knees from a very early age. I don't remember whether they started developing before that real life experience or not. But it was all around the same time! Quote
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