I was always sheltered. No R-rated movies until I was at least 16. Heaven forbid I looked at porn! I

I was always sheltered. No R-rated movies until I was at least 16. Heaven forbid I looked at porn! I would actually be damned to hell if I branched into extra-marital sex or masturbated. I broke all the rules. Every damned one of them. And enjoyed it, so I must’ve been a heathen. Slut-shaming may be looked down upon by portions of society now, but back then I was shaming myself for having urges that may be slightly “weirder” than usual, but natural nonetheless. I didn’t discover these urges toward being bound, humiliated and dominated until my first boyfriend did things to me that I wasn’t accustomed to, but liked oh so much. With my second (and most recent boyfriend), these things were missing. He refused to spank me, slap me, or “hurt” me in all the ways that I needed so badly. It didn’t work. Our relationship failed because he was too nice. He respected me enough to hold back, but he didn’t trust me or himself enough to believe that I’d know my own limits.  I know now that I can’t be in a societally “normal” relationship. I have a thing for kink. And I plan on.. exploring… it. -- source link

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