I'm kinda new to all this...

[AriannaKing]

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[Kikori]

There's no one set lifestyle. You can call yourself submissive, or adopt the name 'master' for whoever you're with, but that doesn't solve the question of what you'd want done with yourself.
Examples being... Limits for pain? Locations for it? If it's even allowed at all?
Master and pet, age play, or you basically being a servant more than a girlfriend / wife and rewarded with the sex?

There's quite a bit left out of it here.

 

[AriannaKing]

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[callinectes]

My advice: Cultivate real-life relationships with 3-D people and get a feel for the type of partner you would be happiest with. You aren't going to learn much about yourself or your sexuality sitting at a keyboard.

 

[twysted73]

How I came to discover it
I was 21 and assigned to a carrier based out of Alameda, California, right across the bay from San Francisco. I had been on the ship about 6 months when a good friend who I'd come to be so over those 6 months suggested I take a trip.

"Go to the city. Take leave for a week. Put your paycheck into your account. Pack your back pack with two changes of clothes, a few things you want to have with you. And just forget you have a place to go to here. DOn't use the trollies or cabs. Get around by bus or foot. But do it. Learn the city. You won't regret it."
So I did as he suggested and headed off using the B.a.r.t. (Bay Area Rapid Transit) that went under the bay from Oakland. It dropped me off on 6th and Market. From there I went to 7th and checked into a Youth Hostel. It was a little musty but interesting. I enjoyed the city and was happy to have it at my fingertips when Wednesday came. I had a favorite spot I used to haunt on Friday nights for Gothic/Industrial scenes (Trocadero Transfer). But as I was out of my pattern with nothing to do on a Wednesday I chose to head over and see what they had. I walked in and noticed it was a different crowd. The usual ghouls and pale kinder weren't roaming around looking as if they needed a vein to suck. This crowd was different. I didn't know what however. They dressed in leather, dark clothing, acting menacing or aloof. All patterns that could have easily fit into my usual population. But after buying a glass of red wine (horrid, bitter) I wandered upstairs to see where everyone was going. The building was laid out with two bars. One upstairs, one downstairs. The "upstairs" was more of a loft-like area which overlooked the dance floor and only actually constituted perhaps 25% of the building. The rest was open right to the ceiling with a staircase to your left and right. Both lead to the "second floor". I went right. As I crested the landing I immediately became aware of two tables to either side of me with a walkway between them once I rounded the corner of the landing. On these tables were items and impliments I'd never seen before. One looked like a some sort of a leather mop (a wide stripped, heavy flogger). Or what appeared to be a dog's collar from a large rotweiller with two matching ones much smaller (collar and cuffs). Others I recognized but only in the usual manners such as the riding crop and the paddles. Raising my eyesbrows at the obscurity of it I moved on, nodding politely to the sellers.

The "2nd floor" curved with the shape of the dance floor so as I walked, it was in a steadily curving manner in a half-moon, right moving direction towards, ultimately, the second stair case. At the center of the curve was a "corner" that jutted out over the floor below. And it was different. It was roped off with the style found in the old movie theatres. A red velvet with brass hook ends. In attendance was a man in a leather vest, T-shirt and black jeans. (he was staff I came to find out later. There to make sure of liability purposes for the establishment)

Something told me to stop. Wait there. Watch. No one other then the attendant (as well as myself) were there. The other bar sat empty 6 feet behind me. No one was congregating except me. 10 minutes passed with other players wandering in and out. Most of the body types or activities they engaged in were unappealing to me so I watched very little. Still I stood there. Waiting. Then something changed in the room. I knew when "they" arrived.

He was tall. His features were somewhere between chiseled and seductively smoothed. His piercing blue eyes scanned the crowd once before walking the the opened entrance provided by the attendee. He had shoulder-length blonde hair. A jacobite shirt tied loosly. Black leather pants and boots finished his basic attire. His confidance. His cat-like movements were deliberate. He moved asside to place his bag in the corner. And that is when I noticed her. On a leash behind him with eyes downcast. Hands before her. Strawberry blond hair falling down over her almost opaque skin in it's pallor. When she furtively scanned the front row of in the crowd, they passed and locked on mine for just a moment. I felt her deep blue eyes drawing me in like a siren drowning a sailor at sea.(And I wanted to go) As quickly as her eyes met they were gone. He placed her in the center of the roped off area and whispered something to her. She nodded and stood motionless.

He pulled from his "bag of tricks" what could only be referred to as a "Bat Belt of Kink". It had everything on it hanging from hooks. Impliments that I cannot recall to this day. Once he cerimoniously applied her collar, kissing her neck before latching it closed, (and in short order) he attached her wrist and ankle restraints. Black leather with one simple "D" ring with a strap and buckle arrangement. I hadn't noticed until he reached for them, but above them, suspended by a chain, was a spreader bar roughly 3 feet in length attached and suspended. I liked that he, again, kissed each wrist before applying the restraint. Once applying then securing her ankle restraints in the same manner to a floor-mounted bar it would seem he was ready.

He stripped her down to nothing. Her bubble gum pink nipples a light contrast to her porceline skin. (I had a heritage-vested interest in celtic features and coloring at the time) She was truly amazing. Her sex was covered in a light orange mound. Her thighs shapely. Her breasts perky, petite.

I enjoy them very much. a handful being all one truly needs. Much like your own. The similarities are very close.
She stood there. Her eyes were either downcast or locked on Him as he moved about her. I was fascinated by her adoration. Captivated by her lack of concern for her state of nudity before such a varied audience. He stood behind her, cradeling her jawline in his hand from behind as he wispered something into her ear. She nodded and then they began. From his belt he took a light flogger and worked her skin. Her backside first, then her thighs, breasts and back again. Her skin pinked and then reddened in areas where he had concentraited. Once he'd moved from the light flogger he went to a heavy buffalo with the tell tale flapping sounds accompanying. She wasn't in pain. Simply enjoying the sensations.

He moved to a switch and this caught her attention. She would squirm and move after particularly well aimed shots. But once over, he pulled out a feather from his bag and went over her skin with it. Almost as if soothing her in response to the pain even though she seemed to have enjoyed it. He blindfolded her and went to his bag, taking out what looked like a rabbit. He slipped it over his hand and it went up to his mid-forearm. She had been taking his attentions for the better part of 30 minutes at this point and was allowing her to rest with his fathered attentions. Alternating it with his caresses of her. But when he donned his fur-covered glove, his mood changed. His attantions with the feather were as they had been. teasingly enticing at points, caressing at others. But his use of the fur covered glove pushed the level of intensity up and at the time I didn't know why. When he first pressed it to her using the back side of it her mouth opened, her mouth dropped. I didn't know why. I didn't know anything. I was just captivated by every action between them. Transfixed by the welts on her almost flawless skin. Her mouth working without sound. Her panting between assaults. His focused attentions. I loved it all. I wanted it all. He continued trailing the feather all over the contours of her body. Her nipples, breasts, stomach, hips, inner thighs, crease of her ass, lower back and up along her spine to her shoulders. It was delightful to see him care for her after so much continuous and varried levels of assault to her body. The fur glove looked as if it soothed her as he ran it over her shoulders, back, breasts, stomach, thighs, and her ass (always avoiding her pussy). She looked relaxed. He alternated between the glove and the feather, whispering to her off and on. Sometimes she'd speak to him. Others she'd simply nod.

Then he did it. And I don't think anyone there saw it coming. He was on a feather alternation when he lifted his hand above his shoulder and his hand opened up, all the while tracing lazy patterns over her sides, back & shoulders. On the tips of his pawed fingers were little brass nails. They looks like small cones about the side of a thimble. And in one motion he brought it down across her back from her upper right shoulder (the side he stood slightly off to) down across to her left buttock. She gasped, screamed, moaned all in one sound spewing from her mouth. She was a perfect arc. Bowed out and away from the burning, stinging pain. Her mouth was moving but I heard nothing. I heard the creak of the leather around her wrists as her weight then fell to them to support her. She hung loosly. Limp. he took the glove off and placed it back in the bag. Just as I was about to mentally berate him for being so uncaring, he (as if in answer to my thoughts) crouches down infront of her, speaks a few words and she nods, crying, panting. He slips off his black leather glove and slides two fingers between her legs for just one moment only to take them out and push them towards the crowd. Not once did he take his attention from her. It was as if his right arm were working of it's own achord.

His fingertips were as if he'd dipped them into cooking oil they were so slick with her come. But then his fingers parted and her cream created a bridge between them. I stole a look to her inner thighs and I could only see one from my vantage point. She was running in rivulets. He knew her. He knew she enjoyed it all. From start to finish and he worked her how he knew she wished and desired.

After, he held her cradled as she was unhooked with the help of the "Dungon Master". Once she was off of the suspention, he put a dark crimson blanket around her, picked her up and carried her out like a child.

I loved it. I fell in love with it. I've been in love with it ever since.

Books I would reccomend

- http://www.amazon.com/Erotic-Surrender-Sensual-Female-Submission/dp/0806524006
- http://www.amazon.com/101-Realistic...=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1246386165&sr=1-1

Resources in Your Area

- http://www.albanypowerexchange.com/BDSMinfo/bdsm_101.htm
(it goes right to florida, but scroll up or down for your region)
You need real life experiences as callinectes suggests.
"A thousand read adventures aren't worth one real experience"

The Basics
- http://www.albanypowerexchange.com/BDSMinfo/bdsm_101.htm

A little more advanced
- http://www.leathernroses.com/mikael/mikaelspiritslave.htm

My advice to you
Always test the waters. If you're jumping in, make sure the water's deep enough. Never accept commands from idiots posing as Dominants that you either just met, got an "out-of-the-blue" emial from or who've never taken the time to discover and mapp out your limits, desires, goals, etc.
Never judge your abilities or the value of what you offer by another's standards. Never stop discovering things about yourself and your limits. Limits are good things. Anyone who makes you feel bad for them should be avoided.
If it's something you enjoy, don't fear trying it. (unless it's involving kids or the mentally disabled)

That about covers it.

Slainte`

 

[nh23]

My advice: Cultivate real-life relationships 3-D people, get a feel for the type of partner you would be happest with. You aren't going to learn much about yourself or your sexuality sitting at a keyboard.

ditto

 

[KellysCrack]

How I came to discover it
I was 21 and assigned to a carrier based out of Alameda, California, right across the bay from San Francisco. I had been on the ship about 6 months when a good friend who I'd come to be so over those 6 months suggested I take a trip.

"Go to the city. Take leave for a week. Put your paycheck into your account. Pack your back pack with two changes of clothes, a few things you want to have with you. And just forget you have a place to go to here. DOn't use the trollies or cabs. Get around by bus or foot. But do it. Learn the city. You won't regret it."
So I did as he suggested and headed off using the B.a.r.t. (Bay Area Rapid Transit) that went under the bay from Oakland. It dropped me off on 6th and Market. From there I went to 7th and checked into a Youth Hostel. It was a little musty but interesting. I enjoyed the city and was happy to have it at my fingertips when Wednesday came. I had a favorite spot I used to haunt on Friday nights for Gothic/Industrial scenes (Trocadero Transfer). But as I was out of my pattern with nothing to do on a Wednesday I chose to head over and see what they had. I walked in and noticed it was a different crowd. The usual ghouls and pale kinder weren't roaming around looking as if they needed a vein to suck. This crowd was different. I didn't know what however. They dressed in leather, dark clothing, acting menacing or aloof. All patterns that could have easily fit into my usual population. But after buying a glass of red wine (horrid, bitter) I wandered upstairs to see where everyone was going. The building was laid out with two bars. One upstairs, one downstairs. The "upstairs" was more of a loft-like area which overlooked the dance floor and only actually constituted perhaps 25% of the building. The rest was open right to the ceiling with a staircase to your left and right. Both lead to the "second floor". I went right. As I crested the landing I immediately became aware of two tables to either side of me with a walkway between them once I rounded the corner of the landing. On these tables were items and impliments I'd never seen before. One looked like a some sort of a leather mop (a wide stripped, heavy flogger). Or what appeared to be a dog's collar from a large rotweiller with two matching ones much smaller (collar and cuffs). Others I recognized but only in the usual manners such as the riding crop and the paddles. Raising my eyesbrows at the obscurity of it I moved on, nodding politely to the sellers.

The "2nd floor" curved with the shape of the dance floor so as I walked, it was in a steadily curving manner in a half-moon, right moving direction towards, ultimately, the second stair case. At the center of the curve was a "corner" that jutted out over the floor below. And it was different. It was roped off with the style found in the old movie theatres. A red velvet with brass hook ends. In attendance was a man in a leather vest, T-shirt and black jeans. (he was staff I came to find out later. There to make sure of liability purposes for the establishment)

Something told me to stop. Wait there. Watch. No one other then the attendant (as well as myself) were there. The other bar sat empty 6 feet behind me. No one was congregating except me. 10 minutes passed with other players wandering in and out. Most of the body types or activities they engaged in were unappealing to me so I watched very little. Still I stood there. Waiting. Then something changed in the room. I knew when "they" arrived.

He was tall. His features were somewhere between chiseled and seductively smoothed. His piercing blue eyes scanned the crowd once before walking the the opened entrance provided by the attendee. He had shoulder-length blonde hair. A jacobite shirt tied loosly. Black leather pants and boots finished his basic attire. His confidance. His cat-like movements were deliberate. He moved asside to place his bag in the corner. And that is when I noticed her. On a leash behind him with eyes downcast. Hands before her. Strawberry blond hair falling down over her almost opaque skin in it's pallor. When she furtively scanned the front row of in the crowd, they passed and locked on mine for just a moment. I felt her deep blue eyes drawing me in like a siren drowning a sailor at sea.(And I wanted to go) As quickly as her eyes met they were gone. He placed her in the center of the roped off area and whispered something to her. She nodded and stood motionless.

He pulled from his "bag of tricks" what could only be referred to as a "Bat Belt of Kink". It had everything on it hanging from hooks. Impliments that I cannot recall to this day. Once he cerimoniously applied her collar, kissing her neck before latching it closed, (and in short order) he attached her wrist and ankle restraints. Black leather with one simple "D" ring with a strap and buckle arrangement. I hadn't noticed until he reached for them, but above them, suspended by a chain, was a spreader bar roughly 3 feet in length attached and suspended. I liked that he, again, kissed each wrist before applying the restraint. Once applying then securing her ankle restraints in the same manner to a floor-mounted bar it would seem he was ready.

He stripped her down to nothing. Her bubble gum pink nipples a light contrast to her porceline skin. (I had a heritage-vested interest in celtic features and coloring at the time) She was truly amazing. Her sex was covered in a light orange mound. Her thighs shapely. Her breasts perky, petite.

I enjoy them very much. a handful being all one truly needs. Much like your own. The similarities are very close.
She stood there. Her eyes were either downcast or locked on Him as he moved about her. I was fascinated by her adoration. Captivated by her lack of concern for her state of nudity before such a varied audience. He stood behind her, cradeling her jawline in his hand from behind as he wispered something into her ear. She nodded and then they began. From his belt he took a light flogger and worked her skin. Her backside first, then her thighs, breasts and back again. Her skin pinked and then reddened in areas where he had concentraited. Once he'd moved from the light flogger he went to a heavy buffalo with the tell tale flapping sounds accompanying. She wasn't in pain. Simply enjoying the sensations.

He moved to a switch and this caught her attention. She would squirm and move after particularly well aimed shots. But once over, he pulled out a feather from his bag and went over her skin with it. Almost as if soothing her in response to the pain even though she seemed to have enjoyed it. He blindfolded her and went to his bag, taking out what looked like a rabbit. He slipped it over his hand and it went up to his mid-forearm. She had been taking his attentions for the better part of 30 minutes at this point and was allowing her to rest with his fathered attentions. Alternating it with his caresses of her. But when he donned his fur-covered glove, his mood changed. His attantions with the feather were as they had been. teasingly enticing at points, caressing at others. But his use of the fur covered glove pushed the level of intensity up and at the time I didn't know why. When he first pressed it to her using the back side of it her mouth opened, her mouth dropped. I didn't know why. I didn't know anything. I was just captivated by every action between them. Transfixed by the welts on her almost flawless skin. Her mouth working without sound. Her panting between assaults. His focused attentions. I loved it all. I wanted it all. He continued trailing the feather all over the contours of her body. Her nipples, breasts, stomach, hips, inner thighs, crease of her ass, lower back and up along her spine to her shoulders. It was delightful to see him care for her after so much continuous and varried levels of assault to her body. The fur glove looked as if it soothed her as he ran it over her shoulders, back, breasts, stomach, thighs, and her ass (always avoiding her pussy). She looked relaxed. He alternated between the glove and the feather, whispering to her off and on. Sometimes she'd speak to him. Others she'd simply nod.

Then he did it. And I don't think anyone there saw it coming. He was on a feather alternation when he lifted his hand above his shoulder and his hand opened up, all the while tracing lazy patterns over her sides, back & shoulders. On the tips of his pawed fingers were little brass nails. They looks like small cones about the side of a thimble. And in one motion he brought it down across her back from her upper right shoulder (the side he stood slightly off to) down across to her left buttock. She gasped, screamed, moaned all in one sound spewing from her mouth. She was a perfect arc. Bowed out and away from the burning, stinging pain. Her mouth was moving but I heard nothing. I heard the creak of the leather around her wrists as her weight then fell to them to support her. She hung loosly. Limp. he took the glove off and placed it back in the bag. Just as I was about to mentally berate him for being so uncaring, he (as if in answer to my thoughts) crouches down infront of her, speaks a few words and she nods, crying, panting. He slips off his black leather glove and slides two fingers between her legs for just one moment only to take them out and push them towards the crowd. Not once did he take his attention from her. It was as if his right arm were working of it's own achord.

His fingertips were as if he'd dipped them into cooking oil they were so slick with her come. But then his fingers parted and her cream created a bridge between them. I stole a look to her inner thighs and I could only see one from my vantage point. She was running in rivulets. He knew her. He knew she enjoyed it all. From start to finish and he worked her how he knew she wished and desired.

After, he held her cradled as she was unhooked with the help of the "Dungon Master". Once she was off of the suspention, he put a dark crimson blanket around her, picked her up and carried her out like a child.

I loved it. I fell in love with it. I've been in love with it ever since.

Books I would reccomend

- http://www.amazon.com/Erotic-Surrender-Sensual-Female-Submission/dp/0806524006
- http://www.amazon.com/101-Realistic...=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1246386165&sr=1-1

Resources in Your Area

- http://www.albanypowerexchange.com/BDSMinfo/bdsm_101.htm
(it goes right to florida, but scroll up or down for your region)
You need real life experiences as callinectes suggests.
"A thousand read adventures aren't worth one real experience"

The Basics
- http://www.albanypowerexchange.com/BDSMinfo/bdsm_101.htm

A little more advanced
- http://www.leathernroses.com/mikael/mikaelspiritslave.htm

My advice to you
Always test the waters. If you're jumping in, make sure the water's deep enough. Never accept commands from idiots posing as Dominants that you either just met, got an "out-of-the-blue" emial from or who've never taken the time to discover and mapp out your limits, desires, goals, etc.
Never judge your abilities or the value of what you offer by another's standards. Never stop discovering things about yourself and your limits. Limits are good things. Anyone who makes you feel bad for them should be avoided.
If it's something you enjoy, don't fear trying it. (unless it's involving kids or the mentally disabled)

That about covers it.

Slainte`

WOW!! I have no other words..

 

[MisterSir]

Yes, that six-word post really was worth stretching the page, I know I didn't get enough of that gigantic story the first time around.

 

[RhymeSmith]

How I came to discover it
I was 21...

Very well written. Are you a writer in some other life?

-RhymeSmith

 

[twysted73]

3rd generation irish american. Close. I've been told "the gift of gab/story telling". Your compliment is very much appreciated.

I have written some erotica. A little. I even tried putting it here in fet but the repeated kick backs due to improper whatever drove me insane.

 

[dancerinthedark]

I would definitely try it if that's what turns you on, but I advise you to start off slow. I'm glad that you realize that since you've never done this before, it may not be a good idea to start off with a veteran of the BDSM scene. If I were you, I wouldn't get just anyone to experiment with you concerning this because it's definitely something that requires an extreme trust. But, if you're willing to give it a go, I recommend you let loose and try it (of course, to a small extent at first).

 

[Marquis]

I didn't read Twysted's story but my scan of it made it appear cogent and well written.

I think that's a better answer than you could possibly have hoped for Arianna, at least without showing some skin.