Hi,
I'm a 27 year old male, and I haven't the faintest clue what I am since I don't seem to fit any one diagnosis, paraphilia, and I don't fit the traditional definition of sadism since I don't want to cause any pain.
Let me start over. I showed interest in neither males nor females for the longest time, and as far as anyone else is concerned, I'm still practically asexual. In my head, that's another matter entirely.
The first time I was even aroused was when I read short story featuring a protagonist who was fattened up to total immobility. Because of that, I figured I was an adipophile and with the help of my mentor in college (who was a sexual psychologist), I came up with a regimen of behavioral therapy that progressively widened the divide between fantasy and reality.
But, over time, the fantasies became stale and I found myself widening the search net. Eventually I came up with maiesiophilia, amputees, bimbo transformation, inflation, and light bondage provided the person involved was sexually stimulated as opposed to in pain.
So, for a long time I figured I was way the hell all over the page and tried not to worry too much about it. Since I take the demons out for a walk every now and then, but never act on any impulses, I deemed it safe.
Until today, I was reading another short story, a horror piece which culminated in the protagonist learning the company he worked for was slowly draining the minds of its temps for some convoluted reason, eventually leaving them lifeless husks after they'd served their purpose.
Man, that got me off like nothing I'd ever felt before, and it hit me that all the paraphilias had one thing in common: control. The female involved wasn't being hurt physically, but she was slowly being robbed of control over her own life, her own body, and her own mind, being relegated to a disposable commodity that's cast aside once it's used up. As much as such dominance sickens me logically, and in real life I prefer sex partners to be my equal since they make for better conversation and day-to-day life that way, the concept sets of fireworks inside my skull.
So, I've got to ask, am I a sadist? What am I?