I Am Dom – An Introduction
In my pre-t.een years, my mom dated then married a man who was controlling and cruel to a young mother with three chil.dren. He was physically and mentally abusive. The control he maintained could be described as “Stockholm Syndrome” and the brainwashing techniques he used influenced how I became Dom.
But I am not your stereotypical Dom. I do not have the muscular build with washboard abs and I possess no leather chaps or leather tunic to show off a clean shaven chest. In fact, I have never owned any leather fet-wear, for that matter.
So, let me give you a brief overview of my experience and if you are interested I will share in a story-type format my exploits as Dom.
In the beginning with my step-father, he coerced me to join in on the abusive treatment with my mother and two younger s.isters. I guess he was mentoring me to mirror his image. Initially, the act was repulsive but I discovered that I enjoyed the control and power over females.
My first away from home experience occurred shortly after an 8th grade Sadie Hawkins dance where “k” chose me as her dance partner. We hung out together as boyfriend and girlfriend, then on my 16th birthday she surprised me with a special gift. She handed me a riding crop and told me that her father wanted her punished for being disobedient. “k” remove her clothes and “coached” me on how to give her a complete head to toe thrashing.
Little did I know, “k” was a pain-slut who needed the physical abuse to satisfy her emotional need. As the sessions got more intense, I had a difficult time processing her physical and emotional need so after a few months our relationship ended in my first crash-n-burn experience.
Next, there was “l”. While in high school, I worked at the same restaurant as her older s.ister. “l” frequently came to the restaurant and did some serious flirting. “l” had the fullest breasts I had ever seen and she proudly showed them off in public. We frequently went out secretly as she dated her “on again, off again” jock boyfriend. She loved it when I would spank her and call her filthy names as I explored her humili-slut traits. This adventure was fun until my mother decided to get a divorce and we moved out of town.
A few months passed by and my mother decided to move back home occasionally talking with my stepfather to see if things could be worked out. It didn’t. I got a job at an insurance company to pay for my tuition while enrolled at the local university. While working, this is where I met “s”.
“s” was my age and divorced after a 6 month failed marriage. “s” was the perfect all-around sub who was fun to be around. She could have been my life soul mate but she had her own emotional baggage and she also liked being in control of our play-time which is a sub no-no. Our relationship ended but we have stayed in contact to this day. “s” now has a female sub as a roommate and she wants me to “play” with the both of them. I have said no because….
I met “m” through a bizarre turn of events. “m” is one and half years younger than me and immediately I recognized her submissive nature. “m” is my complete opposite which makes us the perfect couple. She is my best friend, lover, sub, and wife. We have been married for over 20 years now and though she is into some but not all of the stuff I like, I have been happy with our relationship. We never had chil.dren because 4 times she miscarried. The trauma, physically and mentally, has made her gain 75 pounds since our marriage but I am a devoted and supportive husband so I have accepted the fact that she will probably stay this way “til death do us part”.
Besides the above listed D/s relationships, I have had a number of encounters through friends and acquaintances in my life to hone my skills as Dom. Though short in duration, some of these adventures have been quite intense and still vivid in my mind.
If you have enjoyed this intro and you would like me to write stories of my exploits, send me a comment. Bear in mind, I have no experience involving males subs so I can’t help you there.
Regards,
Sir Larry.
But I am not your stereotypical Dom. I do not have the muscular build with washboard abs and I possess no leather chaps or leather tunic to show off a clean shaven chest. In fact, I have never owned any leather fet-wear, for that matter.
So, let me give you a brief overview of my experience and if you are interested I will share in a story-type format my exploits as Dom.
In the beginning with my step-father, he coerced me to join in on the abusive treatment with my mother and two younger s.isters. I guess he was mentoring me to mirror his image. Initially, the act was repulsive but I discovered that I enjoyed the control and power over females.
My first away from home experience occurred shortly after an 8th grade Sadie Hawkins dance where “k” chose me as her dance partner. We hung out together as boyfriend and girlfriend, then on my 16th birthday she surprised me with a special gift. She handed me a riding crop and told me that her father wanted her punished for being disobedient. “k” remove her clothes and “coached” me on how to give her a complete head to toe thrashing.
Little did I know, “k” was a pain-slut who needed the physical abuse to satisfy her emotional need. As the sessions got more intense, I had a difficult time processing her physical and emotional need so after a few months our relationship ended in my first crash-n-burn experience.
Next, there was “l”. While in high school, I worked at the same restaurant as her older s.ister. “l” frequently came to the restaurant and did some serious flirting. “l” had the fullest breasts I had ever seen and she proudly showed them off in public. We frequently went out secretly as she dated her “on again, off again” jock boyfriend. She loved it when I would spank her and call her filthy names as I explored her humili-slut traits. This adventure was fun until my mother decided to get a divorce and we moved out of town.
A few months passed by and my mother decided to move back home occasionally talking with my stepfather to see if things could be worked out. It didn’t. I got a job at an insurance company to pay for my tuition while enrolled at the local university. While working, this is where I met “s”.
“s” was my age and divorced after a 6 month failed marriage. “s” was the perfect all-around sub who was fun to be around. She could have been my life soul mate but she had her own emotional baggage and she also liked being in control of our play-time which is a sub no-no. Our relationship ended but we have stayed in contact to this day. “s” now has a female sub as a roommate and she wants me to “play” with the both of them. I have said no because….
I met “m” through a bizarre turn of events. “m” is one and half years younger than me and immediately I recognized her submissive nature. “m” is my complete opposite which makes us the perfect couple. She is my best friend, lover, sub, and wife. We have been married for over 20 years now and though she is into some but not all of the stuff I like, I have been happy with our relationship. We never had chil.dren because 4 times she miscarried. The trauma, physically and mentally, has made her gain 75 pounds since our marriage but I am a devoted and supportive husband so I have accepted the fact that she will probably stay this way “til death do us part”.
Besides the above listed D/s relationships, I have had a number of encounters through friends and acquaintances in my life to hone my skills as Dom. Though short in duration, some of these adventures have been quite intense and still vivid in my mind.
If you have enjoyed this intro and you would like me to write stories of my exploits, send me a comment. Bear in mind, I have no experience involving males subs so I can’t help you there.
Regards,
Sir Larry.
7 years ago
