KYsissy
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Joined: 5/12/2005 Status: offline
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FR (I just learned what that means :) ) I know this is in "ask a mistress" But I see comments about this subject that absolutely do not apply to me. To the world, I am a guy. I can work on cars. I have replaced engines, transmissions, pulled the head to get it decked and rebuilt. shocks, brakes, struts . . . .I can do it. I bought a 1920 era 2 room school house. Gutted, moved walls, moved staircase, new plumbing, new electric. The only thing I hired out was the insulation and the drywall. I did the rest with some help with friends whose houses I help build. I have an 8x4 dual shower head shower room, stainless steel counter tops because I love to cook. All designed by me. I can calculate sum of the moments about X and Y axis, moments of inertia etc and so on. I am a mechanical engineer, and mechanical engineers do it with the proper skin friction coefficient ( yes that is a real term) I have stopped several confrontations dead merely by standing up. I am 6' 4" 300 lbs and I am NOT a butterball. Think defensive lineman. But there is another side to me. One of my earliest memories is trying on my sisters dance leotard. I think I was 4 or 5, before kindergarten anyway. It just felt right. There were no sexual connotations. WTF I was a little kid at that point! But I remember that moment clear as day. That urge has never left me. I have fought it over the years. Tossed my lingerie collection into the dumpster I don't know how many times. But around the age of 35 I accepted and embraced my secret self. I LOVE to clean house and cook dressed up. I cannot explain it, it just is. The only time humiliation could possibly enter the picture is being publicly exposed. I have never participated in a group setting so maybe a BDSM group would humiliate me. I don't know, but that is not my driver. I think I was born this way. I didn't choose it. It was always there. And no matter how hard I fight it, it comes back. I chose to quit fighting and embrace it. The Lady I am seeing loves that she has control over this big guy. She is a petite little half Japanese, cute as can be,awesome as can be, woman. She loves that once she takes off my steel toe shoes, jeans and shirt, there is a pair of pink satin panties under all that, that she told me to wear that morning. It is like our dirty little secret. And she likes that, tiny little her, has mastery of a big galoot like me. For me, and I am speaking only for me, it is someone I can share my other side with. Someone I can cook for, take care of, obey her. There is no shame or humiliation. Just the sheer joy of being able to be totally myself with another person who appreciates the side of me I must hide away on a day to day basis. Just my experience and thoughts. Take it for what it's worth
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"If there are no dogs in Heaven, then when I die I want to go where they went." Will Rogers, 1897-1935
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