A bit of history

For as long as I can remember, I have had these desires. As a young girl, I tied up my dolls. I even somehow convinced babysitters to let me tie them up, which in retrospect seems precarious. Any story that involved bondage, flogging, submission, slavery, and the like got me excited in a way that nothing else did. I was always fiercely independent, but I wanted so badly to be dominated.

Long before I started having sex, I knew this about myself. But once I began exploring my sexuality with men, I quickly realized that most of them didn’t want anything kinkier than a blow job or to sixty-nine. I would quickly get bored having sex with these men, and once the intoxicating effect of touching a new body wore off, I would lose interest completely. Sex became a chore.

When, on occasion, I would find a man with a bit of kink in him, he inevitably would want to be on the bottom. Even then, it was still very vanilla. The few times that I was able to convince a man whom I trusted to explore my desires were deeply unsatisfying. Tying my hands together with a handkerchief and maybe slapping my ass a couple of times while fucking me from behind left me frustrated and annoyed. It wasn’t enough.

In short, I have never felt sexually satisfied. Until now…

-Minx