Spontaneous Confessions: My First Time

....looking at FemDom porn.   *whistles*   It really shocked me at first, but then I looked closer, and closer, noticing the devices, the leather, the buckles.   I got so turned on, but I couldn't enjoy my erection.  You see, my gf at the time had challenged me to look at it, knowing I would like it.   I told her I wouldnt, and she bet that I would.  The bet was that if I liked it, I couldn't masturbate until I admitted it to her.  Well, she won the bet.  lol


The first time I had a boy kneel at my feet was incredible.  I have to say, I had seen subs kneeling for women in SL many times, but never understood the draw of it.

Then I met this sweet boy at the Dominion soon after I arrived.   I told him to come over and kneel for me, and he did.   I watched him kneel and heard him call me Miss on voice and I was amazed how it felt.  I was surprised and it turned me on!  I had not expected that.  It just felt right.  I realized I deserved it, this obedience.  And then realized it would be even more special when it signified something deeper between my own sub and I.  So, I waited a long time and then found the right girl.  She was so sweet and sensual.  And when she kneeled for me the first time after I collared her, I sighed.  When she asked me what was wrong, I told her ' "Not a damn thing, everything is right."


I will never forget the first time

that I was spanked.   It was by a friend that is a Domme in RL, and I was scared.  Not scared for the pain, but scared to try it.  I had not until then, and I didn't know back then what it meant that I even wanted to try.  But I did.  So I bent over her legs and I felt the paddle come down.  I was shaking, but I did not say a thing.  I found I was gritting my teeth, and felt I was resisting somehow.  The paddle kept coming though, and finally....  I cried.

It wasnt because it was painful, though she brought the paddle down hard, but because I had been so scared to feel pleasure from it.  I was scared it meant there was something wrong with me.  Then I cried, and when all was done, it got so much easier to be happy being who I was and appreciating it.


I will never forget the first time I was masturbating (as I had since I was seven years old)... and white stuff began coming out.  I had no clue what was happening -- but since there was no blood, I figured it might be "normal" and that it might have something with all the hair that had just started growing around my privates...


I will never forget the first time I ever met my Mistress.


I will never forget the first time I realized the amount of control I had over another human being.


I will never forget the first time I...was tied up spread eagle on a bed and felt the cane, crop, and flogger on various parts of my body from the Mistress I had at the time and found out I liked it very much.


I will never forget the first time I...
Watched a porno.  I was 13.  I snuck in to my Dad's stash, which I knew was tucked deep within my parent's closet.  It was VHS, and I remember being so scared of getting caught, even though I knew they were both at work until 5pm.  I forget the name of the movie, but it was some cheesy flick about a women's gym.  While some men were in the film, it was my first exposure to girl-on-girl action.  I remember feeling really excited, and a bit grossed out (hey I was 13!), but I watched it until the end and thought, "Damn that was a stupid movie."  But I never stopped watching from that point on.  Porn became a guilty pleasure.


I will never forget the first time I wrote her name
With glinting steel, crimson ink,
And no small measure of pain.

When my body reveled in her complete control,
And bathed in the joy of her pleasure,
An act of pure obedience.

It was a touch that I detested,
Wounding myself at her will,
My desires, tested.

When thick red tears rolled down my chest,
When your name was written upon my chest,
My submission, finally expressed.


I will never forget the first time I...

Drew blood... it was purely by accident, mind you, and we're lucky nothing bad came from it.  Unless you think my new found fetish is bad.  My need, my yearning for it... Would you call it bad?

Would you think that drawing it out, breeching the protection of thin layer skin at his most vulnerable spots... bad?

Reverently inhaling that thick, metallic smell, knowing, learning his essence.  That which keeps him tethered to this earth... too much spilt and it can be dangerous... not enough precautions and there can be infection.  The preparation, mentally, physically... the care going into it.  It's a ritual.

*licks that streak of life running down his skin*


I will never forget the first time I...


i could call a boy 'Mine'.