Obedient Little Puppy
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Erm...was this sitting you on the cooker as a child a punishment, or was this woman just insane?! 
What is your fetish?
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Obedient Little Puppy
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Just what I was thinking...did your parents find out about this, and was the woman reported/punished? 
Phantasm
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Things like that sadden and enrage me...
But the way you have conducted yourself thus far make me a little more sound of heart that you've come through that okay, Pyroaquatic.
If it's not too much of an ask, may I request a picture or two? Not only does it interest me, but.. well... I like to see dicks
But the way you have conducted yourself thus far make me a little more sound of heart that you've come through that okay, Pyroaquatic.
If it's not too much of an ask, may I request a picture or two? Not only does it interest me, but.. well... I like to see dicks
Obedient Little Puppy
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Oh, Phanty...you little tart, you!
pyroaquatic
Member
it was my first out of body experience, but definitely not my last. by the time i was removed from the situation most of the scars on my bottom were healed and I became incredibly introverted. in fact, my father removed me from the situation after this woman held a loaded shotgun up to my face and chased me out of her home. the neighbors took me in while they spent a week solid trying to contact my father (my mother and father were never together), healing my ass and penis with an aloe plant they had. they had asked what happened but was so ashamed that they were even looking down there i had said nothing.
years later as a teen i was severely depressed, and i retrogressed further and further into myself, eventually trying to end my life in various ways without succeding. i finally snapped on someone named dustin for calling me chuckie cheese and i lifted him off the ground with with my hands on his throat in the cafeteria while teachers clawed at my hands to get him off. as he turned blue, i finally came to so i let him go and walked out of the cafeteria and to the nurses office. i am more of an implosive person than an explosive one.
from there i spent christmas vacation in a mental institution for two weeks. after some intensive therapy they put me on with a man named bob so i could safely come out of my shell. plus some antidepressants. i've been through some other shit too, but i have to deal with it just like the rest of the world. (there were some children in the instituition worse off than i was. after seeing them like that it was relatively easy to talk about my feelings and past.)
even after therapy and council, and the medication i still refused to let people touch me. until i met my first Mistress after i turned eighteen. She ripped me clean out of that shell, and since then..... well. BDSM is a very therapeutic process for me. that is why it has never been about the sex.
i do not want sympathy, or even compassion... i want understanding.
if you ever have babies make sure they have two parents instead of one or zero.
oh yes, my father knows now. it has been only recently that i have had the courage to tell him things about myself. i was always worried that he would think of me as less as a person, but he still loves me the same. My mother on the other hand. Well... if i could find her i would tell her many things in various tones and inflections.
i can show people on aim. i do not feel comfortable putting it on a website...
years later as a teen i was severely depressed, and i retrogressed further and further into myself, eventually trying to end my life in various ways without succeding. i finally snapped on someone named dustin for calling me chuckie cheese and i lifted him off the ground with with my hands on his throat in the cafeteria while teachers clawed at my hands to get him off. as he turned blue, i finally came to so i let him go and walked out of the cafeteria and to the nurses office. i am more of an implosive person than an explosive one.
from there i spent christmas vacation in a mental institution for two weeks. after some intensive therapy they put me on with a man named bob so i could safely come out of my shell. plus some antidepressants. i've been through some other shit too, but i have to deal with it just like the rest of the world. (there were some children in the instituition worse off than i was. after seeing them like that it was relatively easy to talk about my feelings and past.)
even after therapy and council, and the medication i still refused to let people touch me. until i met my first Mistress after i turned eighteen. She ripped me clean out of that shell, and since then..... well. BDSM is a very therapeutic process for me. that is why it has never been about the sex.
i do not want sympathy, or even compassion... i want understanding.
if you ever have babies make sure they have two parents instead of one or zero.
oh yes, my father knows now. it has been only recently that i have had the courage to tell him things about myself. i was always worried that he would think of me as less as a person, but he still loves me the same. My mother on the other hand. Well... if i could find her i would tell her many things in various tones and inflections.
i can show people on aim. i do not feel comfortable putting it on a website...
Obedient Little Puppy
Moderator
Shit...I'm really sorry if I pushed too far with my questions 
pyroaquatic
Member
you did not push anything. i thought i would be more open with it. that is what this forum is for, right? open discussion... and the like.
Obedient Little Puppy
Moderator
Okay, I'm glad to hear that, I'd have felt so shit if I'd upset you
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