mstrjx
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This post could go on for days, so I'll take some really fun stories and screw it up into a timeline.
Age 5 (approx.) - Batman and/or other television shows introduced me to bondage.
Age 5-24 - I'm aware of my liking for bondage games, and dabble over the years. Sometime during puberty attempted an upside-down suspension (alone). Got 90% of the way (where the ropes really started pulling) and I came. Hard. Decided I had had enough for one day.
Age 25 - I still only understand bondage. Met my first truly submissive woman. We played with bondage on occasion. She wouldn't tell me but wanted to be slapped. I figured it out on my own. Eventually she stopped me, because it 'wasn't real' for me. She was right. I liked bondage, but didn't understand relationship dynamics (d/s, M/s) yet. I've never expressed this before tonight to anyone including myself, but I wish I had her in my life again.
Age 26-29 - Still bondage, although looking back some of the videos I purchased that I ended up liking more showed all facets of BDSM. Still dabbling. Met my all-too-vanilla future-ex-wife, who said I was 'sick' for my interests. I knew better, but didn't quibble. She gives me ultimatum. Her, or my 'interests'. I choose wrong. For 13 months.
Age 30 - Divorced. Finally decided to shed any inhibitions and put the vanilla world behind me. For good. I learn and embrace all elements of BDSM, and jump in. I would say, for myself, that my journey of self-discovery and self-actualization ended there. The reason why I say that is that I believe what I do with submissive partners is to take them on THEIR journey.
Age 31-present - Many serial monogamous D/s, M/s relationships. Some longer than others. A few months downtime between. Which is where I am now, by design.
No real juicy stories here, except those that push the timeline along.
Jeff
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Dom/Domme Evolution? - 
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. I've just evolved from there getting into different aspects of BDSM, reading and understanding this thing that I always had the urge to do. I've tried switching and I have found that I don't really have much of a submissive side to me and its more of an act on my part, so it leaves me feeling hollow really. I don't like serving, I like being served. 
RE: Dom/Domme Evolution? - 
I found it to be extremely frustrating not to be able to conflict pain on someone. Then when I started dating, I asked her if I could tie her up. And that resulted in breaking up and she would greatly exclaim that I was just perverted. And she assured me that perversion had no place in this world. So the world convinced me that it was abnormal and I tuned more into the vanilla lifestyle. Miserable & unhappy my thoughts, fantasies, and the real me bound by the vanilla world. Convinced I was going to live the rest of my days like this, at the age of 19 I started to keep a journal. I had to let my feelings out this way. It was my only escape from this painful misery. My room mate found my journals by the age of 25. And she held back from no one about her discovery. I was living in a small town at the time. Before they could release the linch mob on me I moved out of town. Having to start all over again. From the age 25-30 I would casually ask my vanilla girlfriends if they have ever thought about leaving the same ol' sex scene and trying something new. Suprisingly some were open to smacking their ass and to occasionally being tied up. Still not satisfying my quench, I started to convince myself that I was mentally sick just from my fantasies alone. At the age of 32 I went to go stay with some friends for a short while and they introduced me to the internet chat rooms that everyone was so crazy about. One woman invited me into a private chat room. She wanted to have cyber sex. She told me to release my deepest thoughts on the line. I was reluctant and told her that she would leave the room if I told her those things. She was very persistant and said, Oh do you like being told what to do? My eyebrow raised into a point. And I responded, No however you will obey me or I will give great punishment. My fingers flowed on the keyboard as if they had a mind of their own. Continuosly looking at her name on the side waiting for her to be shocked and leave the room, but she never did. She then sent some pix of herself. One of which had 4 piercings in her labia. She explained it was a good pain. My mind and body exploded over this experience. Thinking that I had deleted the pic, I realized I didn't when my vanilla friends found them. I was then thrown out of the house. This time I didn't leave with my head hung low. Instead I said, I don't want friends like you. I want friends like her. Evolution or realization? Call it what you will. Since then I have realized that I am normal and I have escaped from the vanilla mental chains. My evolution; I am a PROUD part of the bdsm world and my name is Syr BJ.
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