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Something happens when I hear the ratchet of the handcuffs closing around my wrists - the loss of control provides a calm I can't explain. Feeling a broad leather collar being secured around my neck creates a euphoria that is likewise difficult to articulate. Opening my mouth to accept your ball-gag is my final act of submission, as I relinquish all control.
My earliest submissive experience was something I didn't understand, but to this day it haunts my waking thoughts. I was only 6 years old, but I remember it vividly. My mother had bumped into an old friend, and they were chatting. I played at their feet and was mesmerized by the patent leather high-heels that her friend was wearing. They were black and white with quite high spiked heels - higher than anything I had seen another woman wearing. She was wearing light coloured stockings, and I marvelled at the way the shoes seemed a natural extension of her long and shapely legs. I didn't really know what I was feeling, but it felt perfectly natural to be at her feet. I remember feeling very sad as I watched her walk away. I never saw her again, but I can only hope that she was aware of her effect on young men, and enjoyed it.
Seeking a monogamous relationship with a Dominant woman. I am a well educated professional with lot's of vanilla interests.
I am relatively inexperienced but eager to learn. Not into the extreme aspects of the lifestyle ie. scat, bi, marking, etc
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