Transcript
Kevin Allison (0:00)
Hey folks, this is Risk, the show where people tell true stories they never thought they dare to share. I'm Kevin Allison and every Thursday we release these special episodes where we look back at content from our earlier years. But before we start today, listen, there's still time to email me to learn about the 8 week long online storytelling workshops that I'm going to be teaching in the spring and summer of 2020. I haven't taught one of these eight week long storytelling workshops in like a decade and then I won't be able to teach them quite so easily to fit United States time zones once I move to Thailand in the fall. So email me right away if you're interested. I'm@KevinRisk Show.com these workshops are going to be so much fun, so creative. It's a communal and a therapeutic experience. It's a way to do something that is just such a deep joy. You know, it's self expression. It's a way to get support and coaching directly from me as well as a bunch of other Risk fans who will be your fellow students. So as long as you're hearing this announcement Before August of 2025, email me for more information at kevinrisk-show.com now the episode we're about to feature is one of the all time classics that people still refer to all of the time. It first appeared in 2013 and here it is again. It's an episode we call the Same Brand of Pervert.
Kevin Allison (2:45)
Hello kids, this is Extra Risk, where we give you just a little bit more of the show where people tell true stories they never thought they'd dare to share. I'm Kevin Allison and this is the time travel toaster behind me now. Well, as you probably already know, Risk has a sister company called the story studio@thestorystudio.org and we teach workshops on how to tell stories. So whenever we take risk to a different town, we teach workshops as well.
Kevin Allison (3:15)
And when we went to North Carolina.
Kevin Allison (3:17)
Just last month, we heard some fabulous stories from local folks down there, including the one we're about to hear today from a young lady named Gretchen who happens to host a kinky storytelling show in Raleigh, North Carolina. It's called Mouth of the South. Make sure you look them up on Twitter there MOTSSshow. When I heard Gretchen tell this story in our workshop down there, I thought, oh my goodness, I have to have her share this on the podcast as well. It's a doozy and we love doozies. So without further a doozy, here is Gretchen with A story we call the same brand of pervert.
Gretchen (4:27)
I'm not sure when it all started, but it did all start before I knew what being turned on by anything was. When other children were playing with toys, I was attracted to things like yardsticks, wooden spoons, ping pong paddles, blind adjusters, things that kids typically don't play with. I had these two dolls, and they were rag dolls, and they were a little bit smaller than me. And these poor dolls, they caught hell, I disciplined them all the time. It came to a point where I was so disgusted with their behavior that I took their clothes off of them. And I went into my mother's room and I got her red lipstick, and I drew these little red asses on the back of my rag dolls so that everyone would know how naughty they were and that they had been spanked. Occasionally my mom would chime in and say something like, stop hitting your dolls. But they would continue to misbehave. So I would have to do things like put them under the couch cushions, which was the spanking machine. So I would leave them in the spanking machine for an hour and take them back into my room, and then they would behave. And that's how pretty much how my estranged little childhood went. Corporal punishment was a regular thing in my household. One thing that I never played with the dolls was a belt. Because that's what I got used on me, was a belt. It was something that was used regularly for any kind of behavioral screw up. It was used at least weekly. In my early adult life, I did things like I went to the home improvement store and I looked at the dowel rods and I blushed. And when I got to be about 5ft away from the dowel rods, I got this feeling in the pit of my stomach. It's the same feeling that you get when you're walking away from somebody without telling them how you really feel about them and they're going away forever. So I couldn't let this happen. And I turned around and I marched back over to the box, and I pulled out a dowel rod and I swished it to make that sound that they make when you slice the air with them. And then I put it back in the box and I blushed again. And I scurried away home with my naughty little experience. At some point, I realized that these things that I was attracted to, that they weren't normal. And that if anyone found out how my mind worked, that surely I would be in a mental institution somewhere receiving a lobotomy. And I had decided to take these desires that I had to the grave with me. So all of these things lived between my brain and my heart and my pants. And they stayed there all alone pretty much until the day I got my first computer. I was 24 when I got married the first time. And I began the only long term sexual relationship that I had ever had. And I had problems being turned on by normal things like kissing. I had to go way deep into my psyche in order to be a sexual being. And the way that I did that was I imagined things like being tied up and spanked, or being caught doing something as an adult by a boss and being thrown across the boss's desk and spanked with his ruler. And that would allow me to be a sexual being. Without that, I could not even begin to want to have sex with anyone, including myself. By the time I got my first computer, he and I were getting a divorce. So I got my first computer. And while I was not able to say the word spanking out loud, I could sure type it. And there I was. I entered into the world of BDSM. I found websites that pictures and clips that were 12 seconds long that took an hour to download. And this was enough to put me in a state of euphoria because I really didn't think that there was anybody out there that thought like me. I thought I was the only one born to this planet who got a sexual charge out of grown ups being spanked. So when I found the first chat room that I was ever in, I was in awe. And I can remember sitting in front of my computer screen with my face numb just because it was sensory overload. And I actually felt like I had been beamed up in a spaceship and dropped off on my proper planet. These people knew exactly what was inside my head. It was really scary at first. And then I said, okay, well this is kind of great. I'm not the only crazy one. And then it evolved to, okay, I'm not crazy, because there are literally thousands of people on this website in this chat room that are talking about spanking and other kinky things like it's a real normal thing and it's not even dirty anymore. It's just kind of normal. So I became a regular in the chat room and I developed some friendships and I had a lot of online play. So I figured that maybe I should think about meeting somebody in real life. I was going through a divorce at the time. My husband was in another state. So I was in the newbies chat room and I was waiting on people to Sign in. And people would sign in that wouldn't be anywhere near local. And I don't know how much time passed, but eventually somebody did sign in and say, hi, I'm a dominant male from South Carolina and is there anyone here from north or South Carolina? And I jumped on that. I said, yeah, I am. I'm actually from both places. And he said, oh great. Would you like to go into private chat? And I said of course I would like to go into private chat. And these are all these things that I'm imagining in my brain because you can't really hear tone online. But, but this is how it was going on in my head. And we were having some small talk and he asked me what I was into and considering we were on a spanking chat side, I said, well, of course I'm into spanking. And he said, well, are you into anything else besides the kinky stuff? And I said, well, I do have this one fantasy of being the cruise ship whore. And I wanted to be the only female on this cruise ship full of good looking, influential men who had had their STD testing and been quarantined and then allowed on this ship to use me for their sexual pleasure. And he said, well, that's interesting that you would want all that sex. And I said, well, I don't know how it would be in real life, but in my mind it sounds great to be on a ship and be desired by all these men and just to be a little cum bucket for all these men that I don't even know their name. And he said that's pretty cool. You don't often find women with that high of a sex drive. And I said, well, you met one now. And he said, well, that's pretty cool. And I said, well, what are you into? And he said, well, I really, really like rope, really good at tying knots. And I really like the idea of suspending women in the air with different colored ropes, specifically with the rope cutting up into their crotch. And I would like to swing them around and whip them and spank them. And then when I've had my fill of that, I would like to bring them down and make love for hours. And I thought, well, hours, that's a awesome. I might not need the whole cruise ship full of men if somebody can make love for hours. And he said, and then after we have all the sex that we can stand, I would love for them to clean me up with the tongue bath. I thought, hmm, I've never done that before. But hey, this guy sounds like he's the same brand of pervert that I am. We'll be right back.
