30 September 2011

Poll Results...and a Confession

Thank you all for participating in this week’s poll regarding the age during which you experienced your first D/s or BDSM urges! I’m going to give you a breakdown of the results and, if you’re patient enough to make it through to the end, you may get a little reward apropos of this week’s theme (courtesy of yours truly).

26 people responded to the question and, interestingly enough, the results weren’t as lopsided as I expected them to be. I had assumed that the two age groups of 6-10 and 11-14 would garner a significant majority of the responses on account of childhood explorations of sexuality and puberty/hormone fluctuations. As it turns out, though, 30% of the respondents identified themselves in the 6-10 age group, 26% were over the age of 18, and 23% were between 15-18 when they had their first TTWD urges… Fascinating stuff!

Well, now that you’ve all been generous enough to offer your input into the poll (all in the interest of science, of course!), and you’ve made it through the dry, quantifiable data, I feel it’s only fair that I share with you my response and my earliest D/s urges… To up the ante, I should mention that not even Daddy has heard this story!

I was 7 or 8 years old when I had my first D/s longings. As I’m sure is true for most of you, I wasn’t able to define the feelings as such, but I knew that I liked it and that it probably would be best to keep it to myself. There was a group of about 4-5 kids that I would play with every day during recess at school. We would chase after each other, play tag, climb the monkey bars…pretty standard schoolyard fare. One day, one of the boys decided that he wanted to play a new game, one in which a couple of girls, at his command, would chase after me to capture me for him. Please keep in mind that, although I’m fairly athletic now, I loathe running. However, when I was 7 years old, I was the fastest girl in my class. This fact, coupled with the imagination of a mischievous young boy, made me quite the sought-after quarry.

One day, the two girls, both very fast in their own right, finally captured me and grabbed me by the arms to take me back to the leader of the group. They had never caught me before, so I didn’t know what the leader had in store for me. All I knew was that I was trapped and exhausted and that I wouldn’t be able to fight whatever was coming next… At that moment, I felt my clit throb in ecstasy and anticipation of the unknown submission that I would be subjected to.

The two minions (also submissives?) escorted me back to Him. I was terrified and turned on all at the same time. Part of me feared the consequences of being caught, part of me wanted to explore the powerful feeling that was stirring inside of me and that was refusing to subside…

And then the bell rang to call us back from recess.

None of us ever spoke of what we did or what we felt that day, but we never played that game again. Perhaps we were all experiencing feelings that we were trying to suppress. Feelings that would eventually surface again as adults, begging to be acknowledged and released…

1 comment:

  1. That is such an awesome story, Baby Girl. I love how you described your feelings about it so well. Just reading about your experience gave me goosebumps and made my clit throb. :)

    I know what you mean about feeling that what you've done is taboo. As a child, I had several experiences similar to this. My favorites were the ones involving capture. Sometimes I would be sent to the "fort" (treehouse), confined to await the leader's judgment/use. I never found out what that entailed, but the wait alone in the treehouse was orgasmic in itself, imagining all kinds of delicious scenarios.