I discovered the usefulness of man slaves at
an early age. To me, it just seemed practical to use what was available
to further my interests. Having an ambitious nature, there was
always plenty to get done. I began assigning projects and
timelines to admiring boys who seemed to be willing to do almost
anything I asked. Often they were hanging around looking for any
little bit of my attention.
I would ridicule them when they annoyed or displeased me to find that
they would blush and flounder to satisfy my whims. My girlfriends
and I found this phenomena to be hilarious and was the topic of endless
cruel jokes.
One particular evening I was at a friend's where an older fellow had
been hanging around and offered to get us some beer. Later that night I
talked him into letting me tie him up. My friend and I could see
his arousal and took his helpless situation to the next level. So we
pulled down his pants and teased him relentlessly. I spanked his
bottom with a hard cover book until it was bright pink.
We put a pair of dirty panties in his mouth and left him there for
several hours while we drank the beer and enjoyed our new found power.
When we woke up he was still tied, sleeping. So we freed him and
scampered off giggling about our little secret. To this day, he is
hopelessly devoted to me.
As the years passed my adolescence revealed
an inclination toward the kinkier types of sex. I found that I was
easily bored with the usual dating practices of my peers. Most of my
time was spent at the barn riding horses. Chance encounters of
various scenarios came and went. But my awareness of the heightened
excitement with partners willing to submit to my demands was continuing
to develop.
It was fun to dress up my boyfriend like a
sexy girl, with all the clothes and makeup, shaving his maleness away.
One boy in particular would pay me to pee in his mouth. Another would do
things to annoy me into beating him up. Now, when I see him
sitting on the school board, I think about how
he
would pursue me to push him down. Then I'd sit on his chest
and spit in his face and call him names. It was all perfectly
natural to me and great fun. I just didn't see an issue with what I was
doing.
Later as a young woman I found that men seemed inordinately
interested in me. They seemed fascinated with my "take charge"
attitude. I found them coming to the barn where I worked to watch
me train horses. They asked questions about how it felt to control
such large and powerful animals. I got lots of comments on my skills
with the rope and how I looked in my tight leather training chaps.
They would comment on how intimidating I looked with a whip in my hand.
I knew I had something special
It seemed so obvious to me what they wanted and I took great
amusement in their antics to get me to respond to them. As a
result, the lifestyle found me. It delighted me to find that there
were others who shared my proclivities. I loved all the new ideas
for kinky play that I was learning. It was just a natural
progression of events that led me to the profession.
Since my professional career began, I've looked for new things to
keep my interest and expand my repertoire.
