Lion has written a few posts lately about why he wants to be caged and why he is kinky. When he asked me to cage him, that was obviously not the beginning of our journey into kink. But it got me wondering what our readers’ stories are. Did you start out looking for a submissive relationship? Were you in a relationship and introduced submission at some point? Did you start out slowly or just jump right in with chastity?
I’m curious because as I’ve read Lion’s posts, it makes me think of our early relationship. He swears he told me right from the beginning that he was kinky. I remember it differently. I know he said he had a piercing and he removed it before we first met because he didn’t want to freak me out. This suggests to me that he didn’t tell me about his other desires because if I had known about them why would a piercing be the thing that freaked me out? I don’t know. Hindsight is 20-20.
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My recollection is that we were seeing each other a month or so before the subject came up. So why did I stick around in such a new relationship that had what some might consider a lot of baggage? At that point I was coming out of a long term relationship and I decided I wanted to have some fun. My idea was to meet a lot of guys and sow my wild oats. I told myself I would try anything. Little did I know the “anything” that was out there.
As I’ve said, my first attempts at spanking were pathetic. Forget about me running screaming from Lion’s kinkiness. It’s a wonder he didn’t just pack up his paddles and run from me. I’m not sure why he stuck around but eventually I got better. And he introduced more and more kink as time went by.
Now you have to understand, I was still operating under the guise of looking for fun and sowing my wild oats. I wasn’t looking for a boyfriend. I wasn’t looking to get involved with anyone. This was just for fun. A new experience. And I was getting more than I ever bargained for. Not in a bad way, but I had no idea most of this activity was out there. And it was certainly not done by anyone who looked like Lion. It was done by tattooed guys wearing leather and riding motorcycles. You know, the bad boys.
Over time, of course, Lion grew on me. I never did meet any other guys. So, as you can see, it’s all Lion’s fault. He suckered me in and made me do all this weird, kinky stuff to him. I was powerless against his charm. And then he pulled the old switcheroo and gave me the power. Now I’m stuck with a kinky Lion and I couldn’t be happier with him.
I don’t know how I would have reacted if we had been together for years and years before he discovered his kinky side. It’s hard to imagine him without the kink. But I’m pretty sure our relationship is strong enough that I would have been willing to give it a try. It was strong enough for him to feel comfortable approaching me about caging him. And that has worked out very well.
