Are you a freak like me?

Hey all,
I'm Ann. First of all, this blog is about my life as a submissive. Yes, as in dom/sub, BDSM, bondage, kinky sex type of submissive. If this will offend you, don't read it. Plain and simple. I know that my lifestyle isn't for everyone, and it isn't for the faint of heart, so I wont get my feelings hurt if you decide to skip this blog. Oh and I swear a lot too, so youngins, conservatives, and tight laced types of the world beware. There's my own personal warning label. If you decide to keep reading and find something repulsively offensive, well, I don't fucking care. I told you so.

For those of you who are brave enough to dive headfirst into the painful, lustful, nasty, pleasurable,  deliciously fucked up world of bdsm, you're in for a treat. Whether you are a hard core fan, have experimented with a little bondage, or are a vanilla newcomer that read 50 Shades of Grey and are curious about this lifestyle, I hope you enjoy.

My interest in bdsm started as a realization that with immense pain comes unbelievable pleasure. Nay sayers don't understand that the pain and pleasure are not intertwined directly. The pain does not cause the pleasure, but the pain cleanses your senses so that when the pleasurable experience is given to you, it exceeds any expectation you ever have. It's like when you get in a fight with someone and you just cry and scream and get so mad you can't even speak, but after you calm down, there's a serenity that you don't normally feel when you don't cry. It's the same concept. You can have an orgasm without pain, but imagine that the pain of the whip or the cane or what have you is like the crying. It's a release of everything into one pure feeling. After that pain is over and you experience an orgasm, it is mind blowing. There are no words to describe it. It's just the most pure, unspoiled pleasure possible, and it's like a drug. You always want more. That's how it started for me. I broke my leg, and had my first orgasm in the same day. The single most agonizing moment of my life, right before the most pleasurable. I'll admit, it took me years to put the two together, but I found myself pulling my own hair, or brutally pinching my own nipples when I would pleasure myself. Soon, I was researching if this was normal behavior (I didn't dare ask my parents for obvious reasons), and I found that there is an entire world out there for people that enjoy this kind of thing. So, I kept doing it, until I got my first boyfriend. More on that fiasco tomorrow. Right now, I've got to go meet my current boyfriend (also known as my master or my dom) at the mall. He's buying me a leather jacket :)

Peace, Love, and Pain,
Ann