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| Jasmine's Biography Age: 31 Height: Just a squinch under 6' Weight: An almost-trim 150 pounds, thank you Dress Size: 10-12 Shoe Size: Women's 10-11 And now, for the interesting stuff (skip to the bottom for licentious content): I am many things, it seems. I am a former athlete, a scientist and a writer. I am also, as you've no doubt guessed by now, a T*Girl. I am married, bisexual and submissive, and have been terribly exited by domination ever since an early age- I was one of those kids who wanted to get 'caught', and although I didn't know what it was at the time, I now recall a distinct erotic thrill at the thought of being helpless. I also developed a passion for sexual, feminine things, especially garterbelts, corsets and boots. I recall finding two antique 'merry widow' corsets in a dusty, forgotten closet in my grandparents' house, bringing them home and putting them on when I was no more than twelve or thirteen. I loved the feeling of constraint and femininity. I passed through a rebellious, romantic teenage process and entered college. In my freshman year, a senior of the female variety gave me a copy of "The Story of O" and used it to seduce me. Well, thank you Pauline Reage. I've no idea what happened to that girl, but Reage's writing crystallized my understanding of my sexual needs. Understanding, sadly, did not equate with acceptance. While I badly wanted to experience the delicious depredations that O was subjected to, I developed my very own home-grown schism: I split my sexual needs (to be used as a plaything) off from my emotional needs (to be loved), and remained in a state of developmental limbo for the next ten years. During this time, I underwent cycles of pornographic binge and purge, with a particular fondness for fetish TV's and TS's, but never ever did anything about my desires.Being a research scientist with its exclusive focus on the head and not the heart did little for the seething, sexual side of me, so my body sought its own release- I became, in time, a bicycle racer. Serendipity rewards those who are ready for it. I had just shaved my legs for the first time, when I happened to find- gasp!- a fetish fashion store right around the corner from where I lived. I went in, heart palpitating, and after a long, entranced period of looking, touching and wanting, emerged with my first article of fetish attire: a lovely, PVC garterbelt, and (of course) fishnet stockings. In time, I left the lab and the urban life, moving to Colorado to ride my bike and climb mountains...and to write. A tension had been growing in me for years, the above-mentioned conflict between head and heart, and it was time to give the heart its due. Writing had always been a forte of mine, and the need to create became one that I couldn't deny, so I moved to the mountains to write science fiction. Even in cowboy country, my legs stayed shaved. One day, I asked a woman if she'd like to go on a hike with me. She said yes. Not long (geologically speaking) after that, I realized that I loved her. And not too much longer after that, I snapped. I was diagnosed with unipolar depression. Although my girlfriend and I loved each other deeply, dearly, we began to drift apart. I began to understand the terrible wisdom of the suicidal- that life could truly be not worth living. It's not something that can be easily explained if you've never thought about taking your own life, and it's not something that I would wish on anybody. I went to see a psychiatrist in Denver, some distance from where we lived. I also went to a gay bar that night, and to a meeting of Uncommon Ground, a Denver BDSM group. It was like coming home- I had never been so quickly accepted by any group of people in my life. (I had also never been lusted after so obviously!). I didn't take anybody to bed, but returned home and announced: "Honey, I'm a bisexual submissive transvestite. I'm kind of a slut, really." To which she replied (I'm paraphrasing here): "Is that what's been bothering you? You idiot. I can't tell you how much that turns me on!" Well, fuck me. The love of my life also turns out to be as wonderfully perverted as I am. We must be the rarest combination of people on the planet- as cliched as it sounds, soulmates. Also- get this- we're the same damn size! I get to wear her clothes! (She gets to wear mine!) I am the luckiest girl in the world. I hope that your stories unfold as well as mine. So, having said all this: Favorite Fetish Fashion: garterbelts, boots (!), corsets, hotpants and collars- in fine leather, thanks, although I wouldn't turn my nose up at patent leather, PVC and rubber apparel either. Favorite Toys: gags, nipple clamps, armbinders, leather hoods, spreader bars, our *SLING*, floggers (the purple one, Maitresse, ooh, and the big heavy one), crops, clothespins. If you really want to make me cry, take a paddle to me. I've never been caned- at least, not yet. Let us not forget Maitresse's strap-on... |
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