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I went over to my friend Shannon's house one night, and I was staying for the weekend. We started goofing around and stuff and like we were watching tv and someone said "you dog" and shes like...."you dog," to me and I looked at her and said "ohh that's right I'm your dog," and then she's like "that means im the master."

Well....she used to have a dog, and had the collar and leash, and like when she was 6 ,she's 16 now, but she got like 10 handcuffs from the dollar store...like real police issue kinda cuffs...well lets just say they went around my ankles and wrists and I kinda became her dog for the evening. she was always a little kinky even when we were like 10.....that happend like last winter of sophmore year. We still goof around like that everynow and then.

Like last week she got an areobed or what ever....and like its got a matress part and a box spring part and like I was goofing off and went inbetween them. She inflated the thing and I got stuck and couldnt get out. She stared tickeling me and stuff.....I was in tears, but it was fun.

A teacher started talking about how women always want to be in control. A friend of mine said (quite loudly, too), "Shandra, you lied! I thought you said I get to be in control?"

Of course, I hd to remind her that the teacher's statement applied to her, also, and that we couldn't both be in charge all the time. That seemed to satisfy her.

Well, at least they are all right with it. My family would gut me... and then send me to a looney bin. Well, my mother would. My sister would tell her friends that I'm a freak (with disgust, no doubt)... my oldest brother would blame himself, and my other brother would... I don't even want to know.

Yeah... There's this kid in one of my classes who keeps making fun of me, though. The other day we were talking about bringing back the ruler in school... you know... allowing teachers to use physical punishment. I was all for it. Why? Because maybe it would make the idiots behave.

Anyway, I said I thought it should be allowed. So this kid I've known for over a year (who I have a slight thing for... He knows it, too. When he told me owned a few whips, my eyes lit up. Oy... b*****d...) replied, "Yeah, we all know why that is, Shandra."

Apparently, he's not making fun of me at all... Mhm. Then what else is it called?

My room mate has a habit of bringing her boyfriend over randomly to our residence last year. She did it quite often, though I was usually out when she did so.
One night however, after having spent most of my time at the school library studying for an upcoming midterm, I got back to our room just after midnight. Pushing open the door, I noticed a lump on my room mate's bed in the dark and figured she was alseep. Being oddly hyper, I threw down my bag and tackled said lump. This in itself isnt unusual, we're both something of the snuggle type and usually lie around drapped across each other anyway.
Anyhow, as soon as I landed on the lump, I realized something was off. It was just a hint too lumpy. Pulling back the covers, I find myself lying ontop of my room mate and her boyfriend. Both decidedly undressed and out of breath.
We stared at each other for a good minute or two before I finally hopped up, grabbed my bag and left the room without a word.
Our room was oddly quiet for the next few days and neither of us could look the other in the eye.

this akward moment is what got me interest in BDSM in the first place...

it was some years back, and my collie had just died, i had her cremated((sp?)) and i had washed her collar and was thinking about burying it in the yard in a little grave, when my younger brother got the bright idea to wear the collar. he grabbed it and shoved it over his head, i told him in a teasing way that it was too loose and that i would tighten it. i did so that it was snug on his neck, my brother got on all fours and began to act like a dog, so i grabbed the excess collar slack as a leach and lead him around the house and even intruduced him to my mother and grandmother as "My new Dog." you looked at me like we had lost it.

So I go to a college with loads of sororities and frats. There's a store in town called "Paddle ________" (Blank left for privacy purposes). This store, obviously sells paddles and other things meant for relatively vanilla things. Durring one of my organizations meetings this store is supposed to come by and try to sell us their products (paddles and other stuff), we were told about this the other day. Needless to say that all this talk of paddles had me squirming in my seat for a while.