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| I'm a 26 year old Canadian guy. Not entirely new to the lifestyle, but also not super experienced. I have experimented with being controlled online since I was 16 doing all sorts of soft acts.
I should also note that I work a relatively high profile job. This means I often work long hours, but that I'm compensated quite well for it. Of course, this means that my time is quite valuable and I don't take that lightly.
I have also been on the other side, having dated a girl who looked for me to be dominant. Needless to say it didn't go well.
Full disclosure: I will respond to any and all, but I have never served a man or so much as looked at another penis in person. My partners, both vanilla and non-vanilla have all been women.
I find my interests have tended toward the edges recently. The more I chat, the more the idea of being dressed as a woman/sissy/whore, having my skin broken, body modifications, long-term chastity, serving a man or men, and things like enemas sound.
I'm yet to try something I didn't enjoy. I truly believe it's the act of submission that I enjoy. How that occurs is something I am completely and truthfully wide open to. So, at this point, as risky as it feels, no limits.
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The first humiliation
This one has been asked of me a few times in my short time here, so I figured I would share it a bit more broadly at the risk that somebody from the city where I grew up identifies me.
It was the seventh grade. My family had just moved to a new end of the city, meaning new school, new friends, new beginnings. Things went about as I expected for the first couple months. The usual bullies acting like dickheads, girls ignoring me, and generally a small social circle. After all, I was the new kid.
I decided late in the fall that I would join the school's drama production and shoot for the leading role. I didn't get it, instead getting the third biggest role. Regardless, it felt like a win and a real opportunity to make some new friends.
A month or so into our preparations we moved into dress rehearsals. My outfit was simple 90s street clothes: Baggy tshirt, jeans, high top sneakers. Others wore suits and dresses.
Following one of these dress rehearsals I decided to shower up at the school gym (which we used as the changing room for our rehearsals. It turns out I was the only one who opted to shower, which was fine. I didn't mind the quiet.
Upon leaving the shower, things seemed pretty normal. Normal at least until I opened my locker. In place of my clothes was a big puffy green dress from the costume room. That, my backpack, and my white sneakers.
By this point the school was empty other than the caretaking staff and probably a random teacher or two. I knew I had few options. I could call my mom, but I didn't want my parents to know what had happened. So I did all I could do. I slipped on the dress, struggled with the zipper, put on my shoes, grabbed my bag, and ran like hell.
I still remember the run pretty vividly. Block after block in the late afternoon sun, through the light snow. I finally got home to discover that my mom hadn't been home yet. I headed up to my room and changed.
I thought it was all over until my mom found the dress in the garbage. But that's detail for another time. |
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I've been here before, but my username missed the mark, so I'm starting over. |
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