Reset Password
Reset Link Sent
| Blogs > Hannastar1971 > My Blog |
|
How I got here? How started, I believe- When I was about 14, I was mostly responsible. I mowed lawns and watched peoples houses when they were on Vacation. One of the houses, had a new Video Player, had the new Star Wars movie. He also had some VCR tapes and I later found some magazines, The Videos were 70’s Porn, low quality. But, the mags where 40-60s Vintage porn. The Betty Page types. Women bound up– in lingerie. This started the spark. Next Summer, I was asked watch the house. I could not wait. I went the guy's stash, and was a new Mag. had a Dom on the cover, and OMG– where men tied up and women standing over them. Pretty tame for today's standards. But, I was enthralled. The lady of the house was in her mid 30’s, she was attractive and always kept herself well. Nails, hair, clothes etc. I don’t know why– well I do, I am now 15. I went to her ladies underclothes drawer… Jack-pot and now I am a perve. I took some home. At first, I would feel them and imagine having with her wearing these items. Not sure what changed, but one day I wanted feel the Panties against my skin. So I put them next my skin…. Now here I am in someone else home, with permission mind you, touching the women's panties, touching myself. Soon, I was masturbating, while wearing them. I did not imagine I was wearing them, but she was. One day, I put the panties on and a silk slip, and rubbed the two materials against my scrotum and penis, and WHAM– it was like Fireworks, I came in the panties and then panic. But– oh my god the adrenaline rush was beyond measure. I cleaned up the mess, put the stuff back and got out of . Fear of getting caught, the energy of a teenage, hormone filled masturbation session…. I was hooked. My fantasies grew too. The best one, was that she came home and caught me wearing her things, I panicked and was trying to take em off– she Commanded in that voice. I froze, unable move, she looked mad– and told me, she would the cops and tell everyone in the neighborhood what kind of pervert I was. She said I must do what she told me, and to not say a word, as I tried to stammer an excuse. She said “get on the bed,” she did not need ropes for I was mentally tied to the bed. She made me keep these clothes on, and demanded I please her orally, then always ended with her lowering herself onto my raging hard-on, 15-year-olds such exaggerated views on what 6 inches is….I even dreamed she was teaching me please her. The magazines I had looked at, I am sure were fueling these powerful fantasies. Anyway, these and many more fantasies grew from this situation. But the summer ended and I no longer had access her lingerie drawer or the<b> vids </font></b>or mags. Society dictated I grow up and be normal, joined the US Army and worked later for the DOD. So I had a vanilla life and 3 un-fulfilled marriages. (Not going say was all their fault) I picked poorly, looking for a woman that I thought met my needs, of the person I thought I was, and perhaps not the I really am. In DEC of 2018, I was cat-phished- by a woman claiming be a Domme- and she put me through many tasks for over a month- quite deeply I might add- in the end- she asked for a lot of - and revealed her true self. Some of the tasks, including, shaving, waxing, spanking myself, buying and wearing some women's clothes, masturbation- edging, weights on penis, roping penis, nipple clamps, etc and followed by sending pictures of each act, I never- thank god sent any with my face or my identity. But, no matter, instead of anger, I was grateful experience this, for within this dynamic, I explored a Slave situation and for me the task was real- And it was like HIGH VOLTAGE- I never felt this way in vanilla with a woman, and here I was alone and it was more powerful- the desire serve her and meet her task was so powerful- I know I want further explore this need submit a superior woman. |
 |
 |
 |
| Become a member to comment on this blog | ||
 |
×
×