I’m Ivy. It’s not my name, but it is what my name very loosely means according to those baby books. It’s also the athletic affiliation of my university. But that’s seriously, seriously unimportant.
What is important is that I’m kind of a sick girl. Despite being raised to achieve, to conquer limits, to rise to the occasion, I’m terribly into submission, degradation, and dehumanization. I like getting slapped around. I like getting called horrible names. I like being brought down to a lower level. I love being tied up. I used to think that being submissive and being a strong woman were independent of the other, but I’ve learned that there’s much less of a binary than what we’re intended to think.
Despite this discovery, there’s certainly some bumps along the way of being kinky. Namely:
- I live in a dorm with incredibly thin walls.
- Most of my friends are a part of a fairly conservative Christian group (I, too, am a Christian. But, once again, what the hell is with all this either/or in terms of being kinky and being just about anything else?) and they LOVE to drop in unannounced.
- I have a bad habit of forgetting to put my nipple clamps, hitachi, etc away.
- And more.
Sorry this first post was so long-winded, I’m sure I’ll get more terse as this goes along. Provided you stick around.
Love,
Ivy