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How I got into BDSM & the local scene:

Many years ago a friend with benefits of mine used to occasionaly bring up taking me to a play party. I'd always been the kinkiest of my friends but I knew I wasn't "one of those people" so I brushed it off each time he gently mentioned it (giving some typically kinkster trapped in a vanilla mind-set answer each time). (He calls himself a service top & that's why he was tentative about the whole deal) Then one year (sometime in the early 90's) at a sci-fi convention called Baycon he introduced me to Vicki. She & I walked & chatted for a while talking of this & that. I didn't even notice that she was testing me for conversion possibilities and where I'd fit in the scheme of things. One of the stories I told her when she asked if I'd ever done anything I knew was taboo but secretly loved it was this one....

In my childhood I was quite a tomboy. I was the first on my block with a Tonka dump truck & always had scabs & bruises somewhere. So I guess this caused the kids in the neighborhood to like hanging out at my place. One day when I was 6, a bunch of us (me & a whole bunch of boys - girls were boring) were playing in my backyard. I don't remember how I did it but I somehow convinced all of them - yes all of them (even the shy kid) - to take off their pants. Including their underwear! After the novelty wore off (we were 6 so not really wise as to what people do when they're nekkid) they all put them back on - except for one kid. So I grabbed his pants & started chasing him around the yard trying to get him to put them back on. When my mom came out to find out what all the noise was about she yelled what any parent would: "What is going on here?!" I only gave her the information she needed.... I simply said "he won't put his pants on." So she told him to put them on & go home or she'd call his mom. So he did, she didn't & the rest of us went on playing.

That was the story that stopped Vicki. She stopped, turned to me, gently put her hand on my arm & said, "Alix, my dear, you are a pervert. The only difference between you & 'those people' is that you simply lack the cool toys." We laughed, chatted a bit more, she told me of a play party happening that evening & we parted. I was off to auction myself off at a Klingon slave auction - realizing after I'd left Vicki that this was yet more proof of her statement. I brought in a good chunk of change to benefit the Make a Wish foundation to serve a kind old gentleman as arm candy for the next hour. After leaving him I went up to the play party and attempted to keep my drooling, gaping, goofy grinning to a minimum for the next few hours. I'd felt like I found the key to unlock the bond society had on my desires. It was incredibly intoxicating and freeing. When I got home from the convention I told my friend everything. After that our benefit sessions became even more interesting. After a few months of intense submersion in the scene he saw how heavy things were getting for me so cautioned me (knowing my addictive personality) that "each step you take is another you can not take back." This is wise advice I now give to all those I introduce to BDSM.

The odd thing about my beginning? I came in as a submissive. I'll wait while those who know me get back in their chairs.... Yes, I was submissive and often recieved compliments on how obedient I was and how quickly I learned anything that was taught to me and any new rule imposed on me. No matter how difficult I obeyed it all without question knowing that the top I was playing with (whomever it was at any given moment) wished it this way therefore this was how it would be. Period. Then one day a kind man handed me a cane and asked if I'd cane him. I told him I'd barely even held one of these before & it wasn't my place so I didn't feel comfortable with it. He then chuckled & said "think of it as an order." So he gave me a couple of cautions & good tips, then I began....I began giggling like a deranged maniac. I was getting into it, the folks around me disappeared in my my and my focus was only on him and this cane. I felt right. So after a few more talks with Vicki we figured it out. The reason I was so good at being a submissive was because I was being who I wanted, not who I was. So she began calling me her "Pet Domme" & taught me about nearly all aspects of play. It was during that time that I began to feel like I was finally living in my own skin and I've been here ever since.

There have been a number wonderful boys & girls over the years. Some of them weren't owned by me but were merely trained by me under the request of other Dom/mes looking to get rid of that touch of brat, or add more desire for service, or simply training in something as mundane as food service. Currently, I'm the proud owner of joe. We met only a few months ago - on collarme.com if you can believe it - and I'm very happy we did.