Becca is a young college girl who started a conversation with me about an early experience she had with an older man who touched her and gotten very familiar with her. Over time and discussions, it turned out that she had not been molested as she said, it has been a rouse to start a conversation. As we talked over time she asked about my screen name, DSinVegas. I told her that it was a reference to Dominance and submission. I asked her to write me a little essay about what Dominance and submission meant to her.
Dominance and submission were only words to me prior to meeting my on-line friend David. Although now that I have a limited sense of what they mean, I recognize that I have had those types of thoughts for some time.
My thoughts in the past have often involved a submissive aspect I suppose. I remember, so many years ago, when I first began to masturbate, about age 12, even then that I would put myself in imaginary situations. Ones over which I had no control. Ones in which I imagined being told to take off my clothes by some make-believe bad man. A man who wanted to see what I looked like. I imagined having to completely undress. Which I knew even at that age was a naughty thing. In bed in my darkened room I imagined the embarrassment of having to do so. It was make believe so I was really not scared, but imagined being scared. Like a kidnapped girl would be, totally helpless. Required to do as he said or I might never be let go. Yet there was a very excited feeling that came over me as I imagined undressing in front of him. Watching as he looked at my developing body. As I did so, I would rub and touch myself. Further imagining the man was watching me play. Ordering me not to stop touching. I thought of the embarrassment of being in that situation. The fear a girl my age would feel. But yet the excitement of this imaginary situation caused me to have my first orgasms.
My recent visit to Lover's Lane (an adult toy store), and seeing the ankle and wrist bands, realizing how they're intended to be used, only fed fuel to the fire in my imagination. I was further able to imagine the embarrassment and helplessness one would feel being naked and tied down. Not able to cover up. Not able to even close one's legs together to hide one's most private parts. Last night I imagined my self being submissive, tied naked to a table, legs and arms pulled tight in four different directions. Embarrassed to be in that situation, yet excited at the thought.
Dominance and submission were only words to me prior to meeting my on-line friend David. Although now that I have a limited sense of what they mean, I recognize that I have had those types of thoughts for some time.
My thoughts in the past have often involved a submissive aspect I suppose. I remember, so many years ago, when I first began to masturbate, about age 12, even then that I would put myself in imaginary situations. Ones over which I had no control. Ones in which I imagined being told to take off my clothes by some make-believe bad man. A man who wanted to see what I looked like. I imagined having to completely undress. Which I knew even at that age was a naughty thing. In bed in my darkened room I imagined the embarrassment of having to do so. It was make believe so I was really not scared, but imagined being scared. Like a kidnapped girl would be, totally helpless. Required to do as he said or I might never be let go. Yet there was a very excited feeling that came over me as I imagined undressing in front of him. Watching as he looked at my developing body. As I did so, I would rub and touch myself. Further imagining the man was watching me play. Ordering me not to stop touching. I thought of the embarrassment of being in that situation. The fear a girl my age would feel. But yet the excitement of this imaginary situation caused me to have my first orgasms.
My recent visit to Lover's Lane (an adult toy store), and seeing the ankle and wrist bands, realizing how they're intended to be used, only fed fuel to the fire in my imagination. I was further able to imagine the embarrassment and helplessness one would feel being naked and tied down. Not able to cover up. Not able to even close one's legs together to hide one's most private parts. Last night I imagined my self being submissive, tied naked to a table, legs and arms pulled tight in four different directions. Embarrassed to be in that situation, yet excited at the thought.