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Born to be a Slave (Part 2) i'm convinced that my childhood fascination with bondage, my school experiences with abuse and humiliation, and my homelife of relentless chores were NOT the cause of me becoming a slave in later life. i believe my formative years were the effect of already having a slave mentality. Somehow it felt right for me be used, abused and embarrassed. i sometimes felt ashamed at what i was forced do, but i accepted that i was what i was, and overall i was pretty cheerful and happy. i went a Catholic school and the nuns sussed out right away that i was someone they could pick on. Sister Catherine was very strict. The penalty for talking in class was She would draw a circle on the chalkboard and the student would have come the front of the class and keep their nose in the circle for the rest of the school day. If they turned around, they got whacked with a pretty severe stick. Other received the punishment also, but i probably got 90% of the chalkboard time. Sometimes i got the blame for others talking, but i think i subconsciously (or maybe consciously) wanted it. There was a nun who ran the class a few grades lower who would make students stand against the wall with tape over their mouths all through lunch hour if they talked during Her class. , how i wished i was in Her classroom. My teacher the next year, Sister Charles, gave swats for talking. You'd have come in front of the class, put your hands on your ankles and BAM. i got a lot of swats from Her and eventually i was kicked out of the school. The teachers in public school were much more laid back. i didn't get in much trouble anymore. i was actually a good student and getting good grades was easy. But even with a fresh start and all new classmates, it wasn't long before i was again being bullied, taunted and excluded. By sixth grade, a lot of the boys were getting Girlfriends, but not . Although i was tall, physically strong, and reasonably good looking, Girls wanted nothing do with . Females seemed instinctively know they were superior and i was nothing. i don't remember how it started, but in seventh grade i let a very hot blonde Girl (out of my league) apply makeup one of my eyes. i was ecstatic get the attention from Her. Then the other students saw it and i was mercilessly snickered at and ridiculed. i finally ran out of the classroom in the middle of class the restroom and washed it off. Told the teacher i felt sick and ran out to barf. i never had a Girlfriend. Never even came close. That was an unobtainable goal. i never had a date. Never even kissed a Girl. i'd do lame things like ask what time it was just to get a Girl to talk to me. She would tell me the time, end of conversation. Then, as i mentioned in part one, quite by accident i discovered the world of Female Domination. i learned that i'm simply not one of those males who date Women. i'm not worthy of being a Woman's love interest. No. My only place around Women is as a slave who is totally submissive, obeys without question, and lives for my Owner's happiness. i was born to be a slave. Note: This is a true story. wannabe slave. |
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