What does age-play really look like and can an independent and intelligent woman really find healing as a submissive in a BDSM relationship?
As General G’s PA, I was privileged to travel and explore many parts of the world. I admit that I was somewhat of a brat, a fact that he discovered very early in our relationship. I was also out of control as I tried to numb myself from my past. General G took it upon himself to be a Daddy to me and my first Dominant as well. He made me face my fears, try exotic foreign foods, and even challenged me to go outside my comfort zone and learn to play–while he played along with me. Despite the trouble I got into (and there was plenty) and the consequences that came of it, I never felt abandoned, unloved or afraid.
This is the true story about my first Dom and my introduction into the age-play dynamic and disciplinare, as well as the background behind what brought me to the place of submission. Many things happened after being taken under my general’s protective (and incredibly patient) wing. He took a young, broken, abused, and unloved little girl and gave her significance and worth through love, firm guidance and boundaries. He made me laugh, helped me to cry, and showed me the power and healing contained within the age-play lifestyle. He made it safe for my inner child to express herself and taught me that it was good to enjoy life.
But no one really knows what happens behind closed doors. This was one of the most difficult books that I have written. It not only brought up many memories, both good and bad, but it also forced me to reveal parts of my past that some might find disturbing. Because of those issues, I felt this story would be a valuable asset to the Breaking Chains© series. It is also the inspiration behind the writing of the Generals’ Daughter and The Captains’ Wives series (coming soon)
I pray that all of you are blessed with at least one person who has positively impacted your life and that you grab every opportunity and positively touch others. Always remember—your words and actions have the power to either heal or kill. Which direction do you choose?
Luvs, (Listen, Understand, Validate with Sincerity)
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Publishers Note: This is a true story that contains loving age-play and mild BDSM, spanking of adult women, and discussion regarding domestic violence and self-harm.
“Come with me,” he ordered, holding his hand out. He led me into the sleeping portion of the apartment, closed the door behind him, and pointed to the bed. “Sit.”
Pacing back and forth in front of me, his posture demonstrated that he was doing his best to get his temper under control. After about five minutes of silence, he stopped and looked at me.
“I’m very disappointed with you right now.”
“How does that make you feel?”
“Bad. I didn’t do it on purpose.” My voice seemed to become weaker with every word. I wasn’t afraid of him. Quite the contrary, I was feeling very contrite. I wished he would just yell at me already, but LtGen Ray Goodwin never raised his voice unless he was laughing.