Evil Cowgirl Update

For the curious... yesterday I did see the Evil Cowgirl couple I mentioned a month or so back. During their visit the kids (theirs and my niece and nephews) were having a delightfully rowdy time. As I watched them playing I casually mentioned that they were a bunch of rowdy Evil Cowgirls and Indians. K's wife laughed, looked at him out of the corner of her eye, and kicked him slightly on ankle. Later when we were alone in the kitchen for a couple of minutes I teased her about it. She laughed and said, "K said you wouldn't let today pass without mentioning that." I just laughed and let it go.
Earlier this evening the phone rang and it was K. After a bit of small talk he mentioned the Evil Cowgirl and asked if he could talk openly with me about it. I think he was afraid he'd embarrass or offend me (smiles - if he only knew how easily I talk about such things). Haltingly he began to share about how much of an impact that childhood game had made upon him and his sexuality. After a few false starts in his attempt to explain, he asked, "Do you have any idea what it means when a man says he is submissive?"
I'm exaggerate only slightly when I say that I thought I would pass out from my attempt to keep from laughing. Certainly I didn't want to do anything to make him think I was laughing at him. I replied that I had some understanding but encouraged him to tell me what it meant to him.
A deluge of words followed. Apparently he had never talked about his feelings with anyone other than his wife and he was dying to tell someone he thought might not judge him. We spoke for a very long time and I shared a little in order to assure him I did understand but mostly I let this be his time. After all, I can speak of these things pretty much whenever I wish save during those times I am with my family. As the conversation drew to an end he asked if he and his wife could call me another time or if perhaps we could get together the next time Rook was here and talk more. I agreed and we made tentative plans.
I'm looking forward to hearing more from these two. It's nice to know someone close to home that I can talk to about such things. K's wife is the first Domme that I've met in my home town. Well... the first one I've known about anyway. People here are so private that it isn't something one easily walks into a room and shares.
I won't divulge everything about our chat, but I did want to remark about one aspect of it. He asked me if I thought that our childhood games had effected me in the same way that it seems to have impacted upon him. I honestly don't think it did. I was assertive (ok, bossy) pretty much from the time I was a toddler and my increasing number of kinks are almost completely tied up in my desire for control. It's interesting to see how differently we reacted since Evil Cowgirl thoughts have followed him through puberty and on into adulthood. He's very, very turned on to bondage and not being allowed release until he has pleased his captor but has no other signifcant kinks.
This seems to be a pattern for many men that I've known - some specific interaction that effects them strongly and to which they attribute the beginning of their kinks. I can't help wondering if this is the case for most men and is it the same for most women? Certainly some psychological theories infer it is.
Was it for you?
Labels: Psychological Aspects of D/s



6 Comments:
It is a continual source of wonder, just how much impact that we have over others at times. there have been many through the years that have asked similar questions of me. Has this or that impacted you as much. There are times when it has, and time when it hadn't. but all the times that it is asked I am grateful that there was meaningful interaction with another.
Muuuhahahahaa. Life is a great teacher even of those things that to many would seem deviant, but still in those deeper places a desired taste of a forbidden fruit.
Personally, i think that a better mentor couldn't have roped him so many years before. I hope that the four of you enjoy many conversations in the future
I remember this little girl who used to like to hold me down when I was 7 or 8. She was bigger than me and would straddle me and hold me down until I would agree to let her be my boss. Any time I didn't do what she wanted she would repeat the process. I know that was the beginning of a fascination with women bigger than me and with being held down or restrained in any way.
By the way great series of stories about this. Love your blog.
I'd say kids games had an impact, but maybe there's more to it than meets the eye.
When we were kids Saturdays were when we watched westerns and somebody was always tying somebody else up it seemed. We had holsters and cowboy hats and caop guns and when the gangn of kids in the neighbourhood played cowboys somebody for sure got tied up. They usually escaped but not always. And sometimes we tied up the girls and sometimes they tied us up. But the vestiges of that experience are still there and the realization that the weaker, smaller girls could do things like hold us at cap-gun point and then ties us up and tickle us miercilessly becuase at that point we couldn't resist - well I'm sure that has some bearing on enjoying relinquishing control.
That doesn;t explain my other vice, but that's another story.
TVH
Absolutely delicious,...your post and the comments! I was never tied up by a girl as a child, but I was chased. She was relentless in her pursuit, extremely clever, and bossier than Don Corleone. Through what at the time I mistakenly thought of as my superior luck, I managed to escape her grasp. Darn! If only I had known then what I know now, I would have only feigned flight and eventually let that bossy little vixen catch me. What would she have done with her fresh prey? That question is answerd now only in my distant dreams. A lesson learned the hard way not to always evade pursuit,...or maybe the hard way was the lesson avoided.
Oh. My. God.
Thanks for the update!
Ever since your post about the evil cowgirl story, I've been thinking about the games I led when I was a kid...I had half the neighborhood girls using Barbie to spank Ken. Seriously. There may be a roving tribe of Femdoms out there....
Or switches, since I made them do it?
Now I'm really confused.
But your friend doesn't seem to be. What a smile.
Thank you!
E
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