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I do not think anyone would have predicted that I would grow up to be a dominant. I did not bully other kids as a child. I did not pull the legs off flies or torture frogs. There were no obvious signs that I would grow up to be an aficionado of extreme BDSM. It was not till I met a fellow at a party that I was introduced to extreme BDSM. He was with a girl who was wearing a collar. When I asked him about it, he said she was his slave. I must have had the dumbest look on my face. But he explained it to me. He offered to let me discipline her. We left the party and went back to his house. I put her over my knee and spanked her. “Too mild,” he said. “She likes extreme BDSM. You really have to hurt her.” I sprang such a stiffy when I bit her nipples and fisted her pussy. I was an instant convert to extreme BDSM. |
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