Background

Born in California I moved to scandinavia seven, soon eight years ago. My family moved when dad got a job here. He and mom left, but I had started my studies and preferred to stay.

I have always had a tendency to yield to the ones who are stronger than I am. I have always been stimulated by thoughts of being kept captive, used for the pleasure of others, displayed by someone to a public of strangers. All of this before I had any practical knowledge of sex.

When I was about eighteen I started putting names to my desires. When I read "the story of O" did I understand what I am. No book has had such a direct influence on my life as that one.

I had various relationships with people I tried to seduce into dominating me. Many a time I hinted at how a spanking might ignite something in me. Most times thefollowing spanking was rather tepid. One woman showed promise but ended up feeling guilty for abusing me. I ended up being a therapist to my Domme, telling her it was ok to whip my ass.

Things were lookin bleak.

Then Theo came into my life.

Uncle Theo. Almost thirtyfour years my senior. By all normal standards I should have rejected the very thought of taking him as my lover, even less falling in love with him.

The man who takes me to museums and has taught me about art, who also have taught me to savour the pain when he taks the bamboo cane and strikes my pussy.

The man who motivated me to go back and complete my master's degree and was an informed and intelligent mentor in the writing of my thesis. Not to mention the skills in editing the thesis and insuring that A.

The man who has taught me about food and fine dining.

The man who sometimes brings me series of orgasms that just go on and on.

The man who insisted I move away from him while I still felt this way about him. The man I visit whenever he calls, despite him being a journey away.

I love you uncle Theo