OK so, a little more information about me. I live just a tad bit outside of Chicago. I find Chicago to be one of THE most fantastic places to live in the U.S. Admittedly, I have not been to many states of interest, BUT, I do know that Chicago has a fantastic mix of cool hot spots, shopping, sight seeing, art, culture, music, museums, and pretty much anything else you could want in a big city! I ‘heart’ Chi-Town.
I have lived here my whole life - literally within 10 miles of each ‘home.’ I did take a minor detour into the land of Indiana - but promptly returned to good ole’ Illinois!
In my naive youth I spent quite a bit of time in the ‘Alternative’ side of Chicago, as well as Wrigleyville and Buck Town. These are the best spots for young interaction. I had a brief stint working at a Domination and Submission Club (no longer there) and had some wild times playing up to people’s fantasies. Now, don’t get your panties all up in a bunch (or boxers) there was NO SEX in this particular club, it was good ole’ fashioned role play. Yes, these clubs do exist in modern society right under the prudish noses of the world at large!
Anyway, back in the day, I would troll the clubs, the tattoo parlors, the piercing shops
SIDE NOTE: Back in 1990 there were not many prominent ‘piercers’ - meaning, ones with actual licenses and sterile conditions. Where did this leave me? With a tongue ring that got wildly infected and had to be cut out! NEVER go to a piercer who is unlicensed, you may loose your tonue (or other body part)
Anywhoo, I was such a little punk kid (I use that term to mean Punk: disrespectful and stupid and Punk: as in, the punk rock alternative style. Sneaking into clubs was ALL the rage for my generation. I still remember this club (can’t recall the name, I am old now ya know) and they had live theater and you could bring in your own food and liquor. Wow was that fantastic! Getting wasted and watching live performers in some stupid play….no one cared, we were all too wasted.
I blame this portion of my youth on my VERY long term boyfriend (we will call him Bondage Guy). He was into the whole seedy, underbelly of the world. It was he who led me firmly (chained via a neck collar) into the depths of darkness and rage. It was HE who introduced me to domination and submission. It was HE who convinced me that purple hair was sexy. It was HE who told me that loud music rocks your inner soul. It was HE who gave me the most orgasms in one setting and told me it wasn’t torture! It was HE who convinced me to have my first threesome. It was HE who introduced me to the woman whom I would have a relationship with (in all senses of the word ‘relationship.’) It was HE who brainwashed me into thinking I was happy being servant to another. Ahh, those are fond memories!
All these things are just a few of my life experiences which have helped to form ME, the real me, the essence of ME. I firmly believe that we are tested in our life, shown things or paths that we are forced to make a decision about. Not all decisions are bad decisions. In fact, even though I look back on my days of Chi-town-fornication as ‘me in my unexperienced youth’ - I still think that these things helped to form the heart of who I am today. Just a bit of my personal story….
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