DAY 4 : CLUES.
Write about any early experiences that, in retrospect, hinted at your kinks.
I might have answered part of this question yesterday.
Nevertheless, when I was young enough to read Enid Blyton for the first time, any instance of discipline in her books would make some sort of electricity shoot down my fingers.
I would pick my scabs till the wounds were completely mutilated and sure to leave scars.
I would put the dog’s leash around my neck and tell myself I was just playing, like any little girl.
I enjoyed being spanked and beaten when I was being disciplined as a child; I would write about it and think about it and romanticize.
I did really stupid things to get punished, like hiding the milk under the table (in plain view) and breaking things.
The idea of abuse excited me.
Whenever someone would slap me, I would want to turn the other cheek. (This one is for humorous effect, really)
Here’s an anecdote, when I was ten, one of my cousins was staying at our place for the summer. Each night, he would hold me in a body-lock and tickle me for like forty minutes. I would fight to go out, but I loved that I never managed to get out. I would get so breathless and he would ask me to beg to be released. Someone does that to me now, I’d probably be horny as hell.