The always tricky teenage years

As you grow into a irrational, moody, awkward teen the thoughts of domination play heavily on your mind. It was the 70's and TV was starting to show more and more images and role models of strong, intelligent clearly superior females. I loved it but only inwardly. It still seemed odd to me that I was aroused by these women who did not inhabit my life. My dad was strong, my grandad was impossibly strong, these were the men in my life that created the greatest influences on who I am but here was I letting my mind wander to where I was helpless, helpless in the caress of a woman. So like all strong decisive men I decided to ignore it, not for me the Pussy Galore hip toss or the Tara King arm bar, o no, I was going to subvert it and become a bloke. As I was hamstrung and cursed with good manners I was never going to ever become a bloke but I would become so very very normal, it suited me and my public image and private loves were running along together nicely. I had a few girlfriends, not too many but enough to convince myself that my feelings for domination were just a childish and passing phase, after all, didn't I love breasts, how normal is that