Cat. I am a kitty cat! ♫

You just sang "and I dance, dance, dance, and I dance, dance, dance"♫♪
Now that we have the formality of me making a random joke out of the way, we can get to the kosher, vegan, 100% FDA approved, grass fed, ball gagged, bacon...
I am the BPD byproduct of two people that should have not had a kid. Kink didn't bring me into this world but I will be damned if it didn't keep me from leaving it. I was sexually active at an age that was very "one sided". Instead of being a typical four year old victim, I decided to Carpe Diem. I was having kids three years my senior doing things I found in my father's Penthouse. Side note: my parents were very lost souls that were both stripped of their innocence and fed to the proverbial wolves. As humans they were some of the best they could be with the demons that haunted their minds. As parents they were not. I was never sexually abused by either of them. That does not mean that they ever protected me from others doing so. I remember the first porn I saw at the ripe age of five, that the neighbor boy showed his younger sister and I. The woman was bent over a kitchen counter and pleasured in the ass. From that day on I was interested in all things erotic in nature. I self-pleasured at a far too young age because my body rejected the fact I was being raped and instead became a sex crazed beast. I had no knowledge of that at the time; I was just doing what felt natural. Who didn't make their Barbies have stupid hot sex and even spit on them to make sure it was extra nasty? Most children, that's who. I was stripping for an audience of stuffed animals and dancing like the girls on MTV whenever I was able to be alone. Kids at elementary school were learning how to spell and read as I was learning how to read the adults in the room and get what I wanted out of them. I was a naturally pathetic kid and used that to my advantage. If my parents used our food money for tar and I was hungry, I got food from the teachers. If I was not clothed properly for the winter other kid’s parents would buy me the jackets I wanted. I knew that a kid speaking to an adult about things they cared about was the ticket. Fathers wanted to know that their wives didn't appreciate them and mothers wanted to know their kids didn't treat them the way they deserved. By middle school I thought I had everything figured out. I may have been book stupid and poor as hell; however, I was rich in street smarts and thank DNA had a face better than radio. I had a boyfriend when I was in 6th grade that let me know being a freak was okay. I found this out after sneaking out of the church window and going to his house to make out for what felt like a life time. He had a ball bashing kink. The childish Christian in me told me he was going to get me sent to hell... So did the girl ironically named Heaven that I kissed. The only person at that point in my life that had shown me unconditional love was starting to become a rather prudish dick, who told me the things that I felt and knew about myself were unacceptable and was becoming more and more conditional with his love for me. I was between a rock hard clit and a hard place. Did I follow the hormones and emotions that drove me, or go with God? Oh don't worry it goes in a direction I didn't even expect. I told God to fuck himself, hooked up with a guy who should have known "14 will get you 20", and prayed that we spend the rest of our lives together. Soon my mother did what she was good at and let me and my sister down by dying. Good move mom. We were adopted by her brother and his wife. On the day we met him, the dirt was not even cold from my mom being put into it and he said to me, towering at 6'6", "I didn't rape your mother". I was at my sister’s school to watch the ghetto production of Willy Wonka. I remembered my mother telling me once when she was high that he had raped her for the entirety of her childhood and her mother called her a liar, which is strange as she called me the same thing. We were then whisked away from stoner Colorado to the white hell that is Vermont. I told myself that the minister, my uncle, was a man of God and eventually warmed up to him…silly girl. I was raped for 2 ½ years by a man who looked like the thing that scared me as a child, Santa. I told myself, much like I did as a little girl, that it was better this happen to me than my sister. Now don’t start to feel bad as this all shaped me in one fucked up way or another. As I went through the pain of puberty I continued to very slowly figure myself out. By this point I was sneaking porn anyway I could just to satisfy my need to see men pleasure women any way they could. I found that seeing a woman stripped of her insecurities and clothes, allowed her to fully accept the things that pleased her. I took more virginities than I can count, all the while seeming like the ugly new girl. I counted on the fact that no one would believe me if I said I had sex with so and so. After all, who would want to see me naked or even touch me? Oh high school girls are so stupidly mean. Isn’t it fucking great how I would enjoy their boyfriends before they got to? I broke more boys then Taylor Swift has had her heart broken. My senior year I was uprooted with my “perfect family” to South of Nowhere…South Dakota. Now let me get one thing straight for you, I am a very glass has anything in it I’m happy kind of person, regardless of whether it’s half full or half empty. However, South Dakota was the worst part of my life. The kids were all fucked up, the parents were worse, and everything had to do with God. I had at this point in my life found that being a Jew was a nice way to keep people from telling you how great the Son of God was, because I would remind them “my people killed him”. I did get to find out that I liked hurting men as much as I liked them hurting me. That epiphany and my dog are the only good things I can take from that shit hole of a state. To expand, I got my boyfriend at the time a bull whip and told him to make things fun. He slapped me in the face after a few lashings, and then found out I was far stronger than I looked. This experience taught me that I could take the power into my own hands, and enjoy it. Oh to be young and horny. The joys of life were few and far between. After eventually sending “Santa” to prison I went through a hurricane of emotions about what I should and should not enjoy about sex. Turns out if someone rapes you all soft and gentle like it just fuels your “fuck me like a whore” fire. After moving to a state I didn’t even know existed, I reconnected with the guy mentioned earlier who was old enough to be my father. Fun fact, his oldest daughter is only six years younger than me. He helped me accept who I was, and that was something I had lost when I lost my life in Colorado. I grew from a victim of rape to become a victor of sex. I got a job at a smut shop and found that being the one in charge was all I had ever wanted in life, and that I could indeed be just that and have men pay for it. I saw what a Dom was and needed to have that kind of power. I was also reaching my “expiration date”, or at least that is what my “old man” thought. Eventually I found myself feeling worthless and the least sexy that I had ever felt. At that point in my life I had never considered infidelity. I then was introduced by a friend to the guy who would change that, or at least make an exception for that summer. He was smart and fun and best of all loved to have crazy sex with me, no matter how spontaneous or different it was. We fucked in windows above busy streets with crowds watching, in rooms at the local college with the door open, and in parks in the middle of the day. I found someone as fucked up as I was. Eventually he wanted me to be his, and that was not something I was comfortable with. I had a few other flings at the time that made me feel less and less confident in myself. I found myself sexually frustrated as all get out, and messing with people on Chat Roulette. OkayCupid helped me stumble upon a guy I was with for many years. He helped me accept myself with just enough time to tell me that my weight was a problem and I didn’t turn him on. He also had hard limits on just about all things that had me in charge. Life was becoming sexually lack luster to say the least. I woke up, had my weight control breakfast, went to work, had a very scarce lunch, and would come home with just enough time to make him a big hot meal that I would have very little if any of. Fate would have it that I am a very big flirt and working at a bank allowed me to get some attention from humanity. That is where I found the one man I would proudly bow to. He was breathtaking, mysterious, and had the look of someone I wanted inside of me. We eventually found ourselves naked at the same time. I call it good timing on my part (I popped by his place when I knew he was in bed). What can I say, he smelled like someone I wanted to smell like. I have been with him ever since and call him, Daddy, Master, Lover, and best friend. I have never willingly been a submissive person until I met him, and will never submit to anyone else. We own one another and feel that I have found my one. He is the only person since I have become an adult that pleases me perfectly.