When did I first realize I might be submissive? When I sat at a man's feet while he stroked my hair and everything felt right in the world. I still remember the outfit he was wearing and the weather outside that day, cold - dead of winter. Strange how memories work. I was 14 at the time and he was 19. We'd sneak off to abandoned, dark classrooms during church. He opened my eyes to the world of kink. He would always leave first and I'd have to walk up the stairs, searching among the dark hallway to find him. He'd come out of nowhere, pushing me up against the wall to kiss me, pin my arms above my head, tease me as best he could given the circumstances. He showed me the very brink of what being submissive meant and I've not looked back since. |