I have been instructed to write an introduction. This is a good thing — when I’m instructed to write I’m much more likely to do it. I respond well to assignments.
But, I feel kind of dumb trying to start this. Um … I’m Angie. Hence the user name. I live in Raleigh, NC with my boyfriend of almost one year (February 7th marks our anniversary). His name is Dave. I’m not really supposed to call him David, but I love to. It means "beloved" and I find that very fitting.
When he and I met I was at this point in my life where I basically just wanted to give up on the scene.
Truth is, I’ve been at that point several times, but I never actually "give up." I just whine a lot, generally. But, I’d been through the ringer over a three year period. First with Andrew — my first "real dom" — who I’d been in a pseudo-relationship with for close to two years before that came crashing down around me. With him, though, I learned a lot about myself — what I wanted, what I didn’t want, what my kink entailed, and, ultimately, how resilient my heart really is. Mostly though, I learned about domestic discipline and decided that’s what I truly wanted out of this "scene." From Andrew I moved on to a rather famous "player" in the scene, and became … obsessed is such an ugly word … let’s just say "enchanted" with him. We were very close friends prior to meeting, spoke every day on the phone, and had very similar desires kink-wise. I flew to California to meet him last November. We barely talk now, though we do consider each other friends. You can fill in the middle however you want. Then there was one experience with a guy who couldn’t have possibly told me more lies if he’d tried. The best one was when his aunt died. Poor lady — according to the obituary online she’d already been through that experience three months before. I guess mountain-folk really do have it bad.
So, I was taking a break. I knew what I wanted, but I didn’t trust my heart anymore to know it when it was in front of me. I decided to just play around — go to IRC and laugh at the people who say things like, "Hi E/everyone. How are Y/you all doing?" And there was this chat room set up for NC/SC/VA Spanking Singles or something to that effect. I wandered in, and there was Dave. His screen name was PadleAndSoap. He sent me a private message and I asked him if he realized his name was spelled wrong or if he meant to do it that way. I was simultaneously chatting with a guy who asked why I liked spanking and I said, "It’s just a part of my psyche at this point." To which the man responded, "Wow … a girl with a psyche. I know we’ll get along." When I told PadleAndSoap about it and he said, "OMFG what an idiot!" I knew it was meant to be. Hours on the phone over the next two weeks, and then I drove to Raleigh to meet him February 7th. I was going to stay with my brother nearby. A few hours with Dave and I never wanted to leave. We spent that weekend together. Then the next one. Then almost every other one until I moved here two months ago.
And now, I’m living my dream relationship. We have a domestic discipline agreement. There are things I want to work on – – rules I feel I should follow, mostly having to do with taking better care of myself. When they are broken I’m punished. Well, lately I’m not punished very much but I’ve been all over the board with my rules. So, we’re both learning that it’s a give and take situation and sometimes it’s just as hard for him to muster up the gumption to punish me as it is for me to take it. I never really expected it would be that way. I thought he’d be all gung-ho to spank me whenever. I’m learning that he doesn’t really LIKE to see me cry, and now I want to be a good girl for more reasons than just not getting a spanking.
Obviously, there’s a lot more I can say. But, I’m going to leave it here for now. I’m so thrilled to be a part of this. There’s definitely one experience that I *need* to write about and I wasn’t quite sure of the forum I would use. Now, Mija’s made one. 🙂 Sorry if I rambled …