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Early Experiences
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Hi, all! Laylah here.
I post rarely, for lack of time more than anything else, but today I was
writing in response to a correspondent asking about my early experiences
with SM, and my husband-slave-master suggested the thing was interesting
enough for the general public, so here goes! With a few thanks to him for
polishing up my English enough for human consumption (so you know who to
blame for any mistake, i.e., Alex!). It starts from early on and then
rapidly jumps to very recent experiences... so I'm a bit disorganized!-)
My family was very normal and happy; I lived with my parents and
grandparents, and I was an only child. I was surrounded by a sea
of love and I was only a little spoiled. Rarely I was punished
(spanking) because I was quite good.
From the age of seven I became an omnivorous reader, having access
to all of the library of my father; I read especially adventure
books, in which occasionally I found scenes of punishment and
whippings. Slowly, but steadily, my fantasy was ignited and when
I was twelve I dreamed, almost every evening, of being captured by
a strong, terrible warrior, covered of jewels, tied to a post,
whipped bloody, and, of course, loved for ever...
I dreamed, especially when I was thirteen, of being beaten by my
Lord every day, of having beautiful, heavy marks on my body, of
having children by Him, and so on... The marks I was dreaming of
were produced by whips, hot iron and various kinds of floggers: at
that age I was not interested in piercing or things like that.
BUT I thought a lot about being branded! When I was alone at home
I flogged myself with a buckled leather belt, or I tried kitchen
implements, such as that round iron-edged things used here in Italy
to cut fresh "pasta" dough into "tagliatelle" or other forms.
When I was fifteen I fell in love with the man who is now my husband,
Master, slave, shaman and guru. He was interested only in spanking-
delicious, long, heavy spanking, but only that. I tried to convince
him to whip me and I was successful: He hit me over all my body
with a buckled leather belt and the marks of the buckle were so
heavy that they lasted forty days... we were both still virgins
at the time.
Our love was wonderful: when I was nineteen I married him, we had
two children, we lived bad and good times together; and, burning
as a huge, terrible, strong fire in my heart and soul was that
desire: "I want to be his *slave*, REALLY, not having only some
delicious SM experiences together, I want his brand, I want some
permanent sign of total and for-ever slavery!"
Three years ago my life my life began to be a Paradise: my husband
accepted me - it was the 11th of August - as his total slave: I
was branded (twice), I was whipped often enough, I knew knife, hot
wax, clothespins, nipple clamps, and an infinite happiness. One
year ago we began to read a.s.b and I began to switch: but my
slavery is not lessened by the real fact that I am also his Lady.
Our commitment is deadly serious, and forever.
I was tattooed, as He ordered me, on my left breast and flank two
days ago; I didn't feel anything painful on the breast, but when
the tattooer was working on my flank I felt a heavy pain, similar
to the pain of a serious cutting: and I enjoied the fact a lot!
Particularly because Alex was right next to me, fixing my eyes with
a steely glare... the figure is a large sitting tiger, relaxed and
yet powerful and slightly frightening - Alex's choice for me...
Alex was tattooed, too, last week. It was the first tattoo for him,
and the second for me. His tattoo (which *I* chose, of course) is
a Buddha sitting in lotus, holding a bloodied sword in his right
hand. We had it drawn to our request by a dear friend, because it's
not a common or "stock" drawing (tigers aplenty, of course, are:-).
I wonder how many here will recognize the image, or at least work it
out from first principles... a virtual hug and cup of espresso to the
first one to decipher it correctly!
At last, I found a piercer here in Italy, and Alex decided that I
will be nipple-pierced in December. I never really considered
piercing myself before, for many reasons: first, I deeply wanted
to breastfeed my children, and for many months, second, my Master
was not interested a lot until recently... but now He IS interested,
and I know that this piercing will be the first of a long series...
I mean the first in "non-standard" areas: I have five holes in each
one of my ears, and I always wear ten wonderful earrings.
Well, that's it for now. Now I'll probably fall back to deepest
silence for another month or two, unless, of course, some of you
wonderful people should be interested and write me LOTS of email...:-)
And btw THANKS again to the SINGLE person writing in appreciation
for "The Magic of August" snapshot -- if it hadn't been for you,
I would probably NEVER worked up the courage to post again about
my innermost fantasies and realities again... so, a kiss (you know
who you are).
Blessed be,
Laylah
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