New on the Scene, Whatever that Means
Hello to all you lovely people out there in the internet! My name is
Billy, and I just wanted to take a few sentences to introduce myself. Although I’ve been a fan of Self Serve Toys for some time, I am a newbie here on their blog.
My stats would look like this: 31/m/NM, but as we all know that hardly means you know a person. Stats are a start, at least. But, as I begin to post to the
Self Serve(d) blog, we will all get to know each other, little by little.
I am eager and excited to be working with the fine folk at Self Serve! They do lots of rad work, and are a great source of knowledge and education. They are a vital part of the Albuquerque community, and thanks to the internet they are also able to help people all over the world. I’m honored to be working with them, especially with something so easy as pitching in my two cents once in awhile. So, it is with great pride that I bring you the first installment of:
The Way I See It
by Billy McCall
I’m not entirely sure when I began to first recognize myself as a sexual being. I think my religious upbringing encouraged the denial of such an obvious fact. This idea that we are all sexual beings. But we are, it’s part of what makes us human.
As I’ve gotten older I have learned to not only embrace my own sexuality, but to accept that everyone else has their own. And that sex is all around. And that it’s fun to think about. Let me give you an example.
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| Prepare yourself for an oral invasion! |
I’ve been going to the dentist on a regular basis ever since I was a kid. I hated it. It seemed like torture, and this was how my mind got through it. As a child I would pretend I was a spy, trapped behind enemy lines, and no matter how they tortured me, I’d never talk! And when I made it through my 30-minute check-up, I walked out proud.
But then I grew up, moved out, had sex… And my next trip to the dentist was suddenly very different. All my concepts of pain and torture and endurance had changed, due in large part to my experimentation with these ideas in the bedroom. All of a sudden the dentist’s office felt a bit like a role-playing scenario, and the tools all looked like toys. I no longer felt like doctor and patient, but more like master and slave. With each command, I slipped further into submission, feeling empowered through my own obedience.
“Open your mouth.”
Yes sir.
“You might feel a sting.”
Yes sir.
“You’re doing very well. Just hold still, it will be over soon.”
Yes sir.
And although I don’t have a fetish for dentists, I wonder if I could.
Many people do. A quick search online brings up scores of people discussing their new braces, or seeking out play partners to act out dental fantasies. A visit to the dentist takes you directly into a power-play scenario, where one person is in charge, and everyone else in the room follows along. So I don't think it would take much for me to develop a deep desire to have these acts preformed me. To become excited by the idea of laying there, enduring discomfort, and doing whatever it is I am told to do. I am already paying considerable amounts of money, is it really so different from a fetish-specific dungeon?
Of course, I also wonder about the sex lives of the dentists themselves. After all, they are sexual beings as well. In their lives outside of work, do they play out dental fantasies? Some of them must, I’m sure.
This is how I now survive my trips to the dentist. My mind drifts through all these topics, and before I know it, my time is up. I thank them for the agony they’ve just put me through, then I pay them for their services. I make an appointment to see them again, and I walk out into the world with a smile on my face.
If anyone out there would like to contact me, you can get me at
iknowbilly@gmail.com. Take care, and keep it real!
