Who says you can’t mix business with pleasure!
I discovered my kinks at the ripe young age of about thirteen. That’s about the age I got my first computer with internet in my room, and all the world was my stage to discover a vast amount of fetishes that I didn’t know I had…or perhaps I didn’t until I was made aware of them…what came first, the chicken or the egg? For years I sought to hide my fetishes, as many people do until they realise that their kinks are as much a part of them as their own two hands. Regardless, I sought to hide them simply because at that age, and even well into my later teens it simply wasn’t viable for me to express myself to anyone. I was lucky in the sense that I always had many friends and never had any problems getting the girls I liked - however all those years my desires were pent up inside the cage that was my mind. You can’t exactly go to your friends and start talking about your desires to tie up a girl, and torture her…to put it that simply makes it sound evil…and as it is with many closed minded people, or people that are shy to begin with about their own sexuality, they probably would refuse to listen with open ears past the first sentance!
I believe many fetish enthusiasts have this issue - and to further that a little bit, I believe fetishists have it just as rough as any transgendered, or homosexuals growing up. Neither group can express their true feelings or desires, and both groups would be outcast in most situations if they did express their true selves. I remember trying many times to bring up some of my fetishes to the girlfriends I had they would immediatly act funny, and I would end up having to pretend as if I was joking…I believe immaturity had a lot to do with it, as at that age relationships are more to impress your friends than anything, and usually not anything very serious. Nevertheless I was stuck with these desires that in no possible way could be fulfilled with the exception of talking to strangers on the good ol’ dubya dubya dubya dotĂ‚Â (www.), and trying desperatly to find new free pictures and videos.
Bottling up desires I believe is akin to bottling up anger. Thats why they say the diets of old are dangerous and usually anti-productive! Deny yourself chocolate for example, or anything else you really love for a year, two years, 10 years…eventually that desire builds to be so immense that you explode and end up gorging yourself until you become sick of it - and in the same way, denying one’s self of their passions and desires I believe is harmful to both the body and the soul.
I decided in my early twenties that to truly be the best Master I could be, to truly be able to understand the pshycology, and therefore the desire of a submissive I would have to live and experience it myself. I ended up convincing a recent girlfriend that I would submit to be her “loser” and she would be my “Goddess”…anything she desired, she could call upon her loser to fulfill. Of course I ended up buying her shoes and delivering them to her, only to have the door closed on my face afterwards…I despised her for a while - but eventually our relationship grew…she started keeping me around realising I could simply be used to cook and clean for her, do her homework, and eventually I became the suppliment for her vibrator. We grew tremendously and she took a real interest fairly quickly in this lifestyle, and began to seriously dominate me through many means - and to be perfectly honest, I began to enjoy it!
I have always been a very driven person when it comes to trying to make a living - and thoughts of my retirement and how I was going to buy a house were cramping my head even at the age of fourteen or fifteen years old…these issues and goals had been on my mind for a very long time even by the time I was in my early twenties - and so being her loser/slave was akin to a mental vacation for me. I remember realising it, and understanding the slave mentality…I remember feeling sad because I knew that I had discovered whatĂ‚Â I had set out to discover, and what came out of the sadness like a pheonix reborn was my revived will to dominate. I had realised exactly what I needed to realise, and now it was time to grow and take my true place. It was one of the hardest break ups I have ever experienced…I had to tell her, and she took it badly…she tried ordering me back to my knees, and by this time I had become an extremely well trained slave - however I had to disobey which probably hurt me just as much as her because I wanted to kneel again - but to do that would betray my real self.
My search for a real slave was a depressing one…it was long and lonely, discouraging and dissapointing. Slave after slave I met and “played” with would leave it at just that…as “play”…this was not playtime for me…this was life! Anything less than that full commitment to me was just not enough to truly make me happy. I wouldn’t say it was useless, all those “play” sessions as I honed my skills, fine-tuned my methods of pshycological as well as physical domination. It is much more to train a slave than simply humiliate and torture them.
Needless to say when I met SlavedutiesĂ‚Â I was simply awestruck. This was a girl that hadĂ‚Â convinced some boy at highschool to be her “pimp” so she could give blowjobs in the bathroom, simply because a pimp was the closest thing to a Master she could find, and the closest thing to being owned that she could manage. She taught me that being a slave is not really being a slave at all, if you want to be a slave. For her - her slavery is her freedom. I won’t go too into our relationship her, as you can read much more about it at her blog which I first started having her write as a punishment - and has slowly become something larger, which I am quite happy with!
I worked many menial jobs, I was never interested in school after CEGEP (Quebec’s version of College/Grade 12), and so I ended up working at various places as a stock boy, or landscaping. Again I don’t believe any of these jobs were a waste of time, as many of my co-workers always happened to be extremely honest hard working people that taught me the meaning of hard work. I never ran from hard work - in fact I invited it. I loved it. However after several years I got tied - as most people do of the weekly grind simply for a weekly paycheck - living hand to mouth. I wanted more! And it came in the fashion of one day one of my bosses and I started having a conversation about the adult indsutry. I knew a little bit about it because I dated the daughter of the owner of the largest adult entertainment production companies in Canada. For him it seemed like a wonderful business oppurtunity, and for me it spelled freedom. Freedom from a weekly paycheck…freedom to do what I loved, in a field I loved. I got to spend my days thinking, watching, experiencing, BDSM at its finest.
From the very first time we had spoke about the idea, I knew exactly what kind of website I wanted to create. I wanted to document real people…real couples. I didn’t want to be a pornographer, I wanted to be a documentarian! And I still maintain, and hope that I am more - however I must submit to reality at some point and realise that I am probably somewhat both.
It took a lot of time to find people that would be interested in letting me into their lives to catch a glimpse of their day-to-day. I wanted to capture the essence of what 24/7 relationships were about, and the more I looked, the more people I found - I found that Montreal is like one big sprawling BDSM community! The only unfortunate part is that like any average person - when I showed up with my camera, those couples were often nervous, and just wanted to look good for the camera. Not what I was expecting or desiring - but I have my “hands off policy” so really I had no choice but to simply document whatever they wanted to show us. Luckily however the more these people become comfortable with me, and us, and the idea of being on kind of a “reality TV” dealĂ‚Â - they more they are opening up and allowing us to see the good, the bad, the ugly, and the boring…the essence of the 24/7 BDSM relationship - and for this I am thankful!
I still work my 9 to 5, simply because the website is still too new - and I have Slaveduties to feed, as well as my newly acquired house-slave, and puppy slave. I look forward to the day that I can erase this final line. Thank you all for your time, your readership, your viewership, and your patronage. I appreciate it more than your ever likely to know!
-Master Sympo, Everydayslaves.com producer/documentarian
