Regular readers of Ra’s blog will have spotted that many contributors fetish ‘tastes’ have changed over time, I know mine certainly have and even though I have suffered from the occasional lapse into ‘normality’ and thrown away (yes, I know!) all my gear, I keep coming (cuming?) back for more.
So I thought to expand on my own experiences and see if my downward spiral into the depths of depravity and perversion match anyone else’s!
The beginning:
I couldn’t tell you how it all really began, but I can identify my first ‘fetish’ probably when I was no more than 4 or 5 years old – it was a soft toy with a zip to open it up. Inside was a silky nylon pouch and I have very clear memories of rubbing the nylon against my cheek. I think the term used for such an object is ‘comforter’ and believe this isn’t unusual.
Pre-Puberty:
Nothing dramatic seems to have happened in my life up to puberty, but I never lost the delight for rubbing silky objects against my cheek. I recall that the lining material from coats and jackets was a favourite, but anything silky was acceptable.
Puberty – early days:
My first real deviation into the real world of fetishism took place as I became aware of sexual pleasure. Though once again there is no memory of a single event leading up to this, I started to find it pleasurable to rub the silky material against my cock (no ejaculation at this time, I never got that far and didn’t know what was happening). Why my inclusion of rubbing my mother’s tights over my cock came into play I simply do not recall – but around this time I started to ‘borrow’ tights and rub them over my body at night.
Puberty – tights and bondage:
I guess the logical progress from rubbing tights over my body was to try wearing them and that’s what happened next. I don’t know how old I was, but I do fondly recall the feeling of excitement when I secretly wore tights at night (again, no ejaculation yet). The night I first tried a pair of tights over my head is a clear memory, and the time I slid both my arms down the spare leg. The progression to wearing one pair of tights ‘normally’, a second pair over my head with arms together in the spare leg, and a third pair with both my legs inside a single leg of the tights just seemed to naturally happen. I recall late nights where I would writhe around on my bed simply loving the way my body slid across the sheets in its nylon covering. I still hadn’t made the link between this feeling and sexual pleasure, but I had managed my first self-bondage and encasement session!
Puberty – first orgasm
One of the clearest memories of them all; I was still ‘borrowing’ pairs of tights, but had also started to experiment with binding my legs with PVC electricians tape. I had found a role of black tape and one night, after sliding a pair of tights over my legs I used the tape to wrap them together from my ankles to my thighs. The feeling was incredible and I writhed around on my bed until I suddenly felt myself squirting fluid from my cock. At first I was convinced I had urinated and was ashamed, but there was no smell like I expected and the feeling was more pleasurable. It was only years later that I realised I had actually ejaculated!
Late teens – sex on the brain!
I’m not ashamed to say it – I was an addict to masturbation! Once I had made the link between ejaculation and pleasure there was no stopping me. Where I think I was different to the other boys (and who knows for sure), was that I was increasingly wearing tights as I pleasured myself, I had also stopped ‘borrowing’ and was furtively purchasing my own from local supermarkets. On the bondage side I had progressed to using rope and had a small selection of lengths I hid around my bedroom.
Early Twenties – girlfriend, more tights and more bondage
Yes, I was lucky on many fronts. I found the love of my life (she still is) so real and plentiful sex was to replace some of my solo efforts. I was also very lucky to have a well-paid job and could afford to find a place of my own. And, most importantly of all, I had lots of time home alone to experiment with my self-bondage. Tights where plentiful and worn frequently (how I sometimes wish I still had the same opportunity and drive that I did then!) my rope collection was enhanced by leather cuffs and a pair of cheap handcuffs (which weren’t just for my solo play… ) but best of all I’d discovered the joy of anal stimulation. Again, I couldn’t tell you why I started but I do know it was fun. The only downside was that the internet didn’t really exist for mere mortals like me and so things like butt-plugs and other sex toys where an exotic dream only seen in porn magazines. I did start to buy bondage magazines and also came across a wonderful magazine (I think it was called Forum?) that opened my eyes to a much wider world of fetishes and BDSM. Suddenly I wasn’t alone in my fantasies and, in fact, I realised that far from being some huge pervert I was only dipping my nylon clad toe into a world full of amazing sexual diversions.
Late twenties and early thirties – the golden years: enemas, latex, boots…
A shift pattern at work that guaranteed hours of home alone time really let me expand my horizons. Suddenly simple bondage wasn’t enough, and with the internet came online shopping and sex toys no longer held the fear of entering some seedy sex shop in the city. My early purchases (after some for my GF of course), included a butt-plug, latex mask, latex sheath pants and latex dress.
The first time I wore latex I knew I was hooked! The feeling of the material and its tightness just lit up a session and when I combined them with tights and bondage the world was full of sexual pleasure.
My self-bondage was now becoming quite complex and stringent; I found that the tighter it was the more I loved it. Looking back, I now realise that I was seeking more extreme scenarios to get my sexual high. It was no longer enough to pull on a pair of tights and masturbate… I HAD to be wearing at least 4 pairs and rope before I could get properly aroused. During this time I set my personal record for pairs of tights worn at the same time – 18! I was, to put in simply, a tights junkie! I had over 40 pairs of tights and several pairs of stockings that I regularly used.
I had a further opportunity to expand my tastes with a full week of guaranteed home alone fun, which coincided with time off work and a pretty good bank balance. I finally ordered a pair of high-heeled ankle boots (you’ll see them in many of my photos) and an enema plug (actually an ‘ejaculating’ plug). I also managed my first nights of sleeping whilst being dressed in tights and Lycra, but sadly couldn’t manage to sleep whilst bound. I also took my first videos of a self-bondage session for the first time.
However, it was my experiments with cling film and vacuum bags that came first. Why I suddenly moved away from encasement in tights and latex to plastic I don’t know, but I do know I loved it!
Next came an enema; I had been stimulated by the thought of an enema for months after reading some of the bondage stories posted on various internet sites. Even so the first time was really quite scary, but the feelings where so good and exciting that I knew I was hooked.
And today – still playing and trying some new things…
I suspect my fetishes may have reached a level now where new is less important than better. I’m placing myself in better self-bondage positions. My vacuum self-bondage is better than ever and my attention to detail is also more focused.
For one reason or another my latex dreams are, literally, in tatters (I damaged the latex dress, hood and pants beyond repair over the years) and not immediately likely to re-start due to costs. Enemas have also been very few and far between over the last few years, not through lack of desire, but more through lack of opportunity and equipment failure.
There are some new elements: nipple-clamps are sometimes fun and I enjoy the sensation of mild pain/pleasure they bring in a session (but not every session). Remote stimulation using the massager is a real delight and I still strive to achieve the perfect HFO (hands free orgasm), which must not come until after I have been teased for a long time. I also have purchased various full body Zentai type items, which are great fun.
I do have incredibly strong fantasies about being fucked whilst in self-bondage by a cock (not by a man, just by a cock…usually - specific difference I think). But I do not see this ever becoming a reality (mechanical fucking machine?) and it is simply a very pleasant thought to use during a long self-bondage session. I would like to find a way to create the sensation of a cock cuming in my ass or mouth, which sounds fun.😁
I also am fascinated my electro-stimulation, mainly as a way to achieve my desire for HFO, but again I think this will remain a fantasy only.
So there you have my tale of a slow, but steady, downward spiral from the innocent rubbing silky material against my face all the way to the deepest depravity of being encased in pantyhose, dressed in women’s latex clothing, tightly bound in a plastic vacuum, with nipples clamped and ass stuffed at the same time as having my cock zapped by electric current, a mouth filling cock spurting salty cum down my throat and an enema filling my bowels. 😇
Personally I can’t see any problem! 😁
MJ
Ps. does anyone really know what 'normal' is? Or, for that matter, what defines 'kinky'?
So I thought to expand on my own experiences and see if my downward spiral into the depths of depravity and perversion match anyone else’s!
The beginning:
I couldn’t tell you how it all really began, but I can identify my first ‘fetish’ probably when I was no more than 4 or 5 years old – it was a soft toy with a zip to open it up. Inside was a silky nylon pouch and I have very clear memories of rubbing the nylon against my cheek. I think the term used for such an object is ‘comforter’ and believe this isn’t unusual.
Pre-Puberty:
Nothing dramatic seems to have happened in my life up to puberty, but I never lost the delight for rubbing silky objects against my cheek. I recall that the lining material from coats and jackets was a favourite, but anything silky was acceptable.
Puberty – early days:
My first real deviation into the real world of fetishism took place as I became aware of sexual pleasure. Though once again there is no memory of a single event leading up to this, I started to find it pleasurable to rub the silky material against my cock (no ejaculation at this time, I never got that far and didn’t know what was happening). Why my inclusion of rubbing my mother’s tights over my cock came into play I simply do not recall – but around this time I started to ‘borrow’ tights and rub them over my body at night.
Puberty – tights and bondage:
I guess the logical progress from rubbing tights over my body was to try wearing them and that’s what happened next. I don’t know how old I was, but I do fondly recall the feeling of excitement when I secretly wore tights at night (again, no ejaculation yet). The night I first tried a pair of tights over my head is a clear memory, and the time I slid both my arms down the spare leg. The progression to wearing one pair of tights ‘normally’, a second pair over my head with arms together in the spare leg, and a third pair with both my legs inside a single leg of the tights just seemed to naturally happen. I recall late nights where I would writhe around on my bed simply loving the way my body slid across the sheets in its nylon covering. I still hadn’t made the link between this feeling and sexual pleasure, but I had managed my first self-bondage and encasement session!
Puberty – first orgasm
One of the clearest memories of them all; I was still ‘borrowing’ pairs of tights, but had also started to experiment with binding my legs with PVC electricians tape. I had found a role of black tape and one night, after sliding a pair of tights over my legs I used the tape to wrap them together from my ankles to my thighs. The feeling was incredible and I writhed around on my bed until I suddenly felt myself squirting fluid from my cock. At first I was convinced I had urinated and was ashamed, but there was no smell like I expected and the feeling was more pleasurable. It was only years later that I realised I had actually ejaculated!
Late teens – sex on the brain!
I’m not ashamed to say it – I was an addict to masturbation! Once I had made the link between ejaculation and pleasure there was no stopping me. Where I think I was different to the other boys (and who knows for sure), was that I was increasingly wearing tights as I pleasured myself, I had also stopped ‘borrowing’ and was furtively purchasing my own from local supermarkets. On the bondage side I had progressed to using rope and had a small selection of lengths I hid around my bedroom.
Early Twenties – girlfriend, more tights and more bondage
Yes, I was lucky on many fronts. I found the love of my life (she still is) so real and plentiful sex was to replace some of my solo efforts. I was also very lucky to have a well-paid job and could afford to find a place of my own. And, most importantly of all, I had lots of time home alone to experiment with my self-bondage. Tights where plentiful and worn frequently (how I sometimes wish I still had the same opportunity and drive that I did then!) my rope collection was enhanced by leather cuffs and a pair of cheap handcuffs (which weren’t just for my solo play… ) but best of all I’d discovered the joy of anal stimulation. Again, I couldn’t tell you why I started but I do know it was fun. The only downside was that the internet didn’t really exist for mere mortals like me and so things like butt-plugs and other sex toys where an exotic dream only seen in porn magazines. I did start to buy bondage magazines and also came across a wonderful magazine (I think it was called Forum?) that opened my eyes to a much wider world of fetishes and BDSM. Suddenly I wasn’t alone in my fantasies and, in fact, I realised that far from being some huge pervert I was only dipping my nylon clad toe into a world full of amazing sexual diversions.
Late twenties and early thirties – the golden years: enemas, latex, boots…
A shift pattern at work that guaranteed hours of home alone time really let me expand my horizons. Suddenly simple bondage wasn’t enough, and with the internet came online shopping and sex toys no longer held the fear of entering some seedy sex shop in the city. My early purchases (after some for my GF of course), included a butt-plug, latex mask, latex sheath pants and latex dress.
The first time I wore latex I knew I was hooked! The feeling of the material and its tightness just lit up a session and when I combined them with tights and bondage the world was full of sexual pleasure.
My self-bondage was now becoming quite complex and stringent; I found that the tighter it was the more I loved it. Looking back, I now realise that I was seeking more extreme scenarios to get my sexual high. It was no longer enough to pull on a pair of tights and masturbate… I HAD to be wearing at least 4 pairs and rope before I could get properly aroused. During this time I set my personal record for pairs of tights worn at the same time – 18! I was, to put in simply, a tights junkie! I had over 40 pairs of tights and several pairs of stockings that I regularly used.
I had a further opportunity to expand my tastes with a full week of guaranteed home alone fun, which coincided with time off work and a pretty good bank balance. I finally ordered a pair of high-heeled ankle boots (you’ll see them in many of my photos) and an enema plug (actually an ‘ejaculating’ plug). I also managed my first nights of sleeping whilst being dressed in tights and Lycra, but sadly couldn’t manage to sleep whilst bound. I also took my first videos of a self-bondage session for the first time.
However, it was my experiments with cling film and vacuum bags that came first. Why I suddenly moved away from encasement in tights and latex to plastic I don’t know, but I do know I loved it!
Next came an enema; I had been stimulated by the thought of an enema for months after reading some of the bondage stories posted on various internet sites. Even so the first time was really quite scary, but the feelings where so good and exciting that I knew I was hooked.
And today – still playing and trying some new things…
I suspect my fetishes may have reached a level now where new is less important than better. I’m placing myself in better self-bondage positions. My vacuum self-bondage is better than ever and my attention to detail is also more focused.
For one reason or another my latex dreams are, literally, in tatters (I damaged the latex dress, hood and pants beyond repair over the years) and not immediately likely to re-start due to costs. Enemas have also been very few and far between over the last few years, not through lack of desire, but more through lack of opportunity and equipment failure.
There are some new elements: nipple-clamps are sometimes fun and I enjoy the sensation of mild pain/pleasure they bring in a session (but not every session). Remote stimulation using the massager is a real delight and I still strive to achieve the perfect HFO (hands free orgasm), which must not come until after I have been teased for a long time. I also have purchased various full body Zentai type items, which are great fun.
I do have incredibly strong fantasies about being fucked whilst in self-bondage by a cock (not by a man, just by a cock…usually - specific difference I think). But I do not see this ever becoming a reality (mechanical fucking machine?) and it is simply a very pleasant thought to use during a long self-bondage session. I would like to find a way to create the sensation of a cock cuming in my ass or mouth, which sounds fun.😁
I also am fascinated my electro-stimulation, mainly as a way to achieve my desire for HFO, but again I think this will remain a fantasy only.
So there you have my tale of a slow, but steady, downward spiral from the innocent rubbing silky material against my face all the way to the deepest depravity of being encased in pantyhose, dressed in women’s latex clothing, tightly bound in a plastic vacuum, with nipples clamped and ass stuffed at the same time as having my cock zapped by electric current, a mouth filling cock spurting salty cum down my throat and an enema filling my bowels. 😇
Personally I can’t see any problem! 😁
MJ
Ps. does anyone really know what 'normal' is? Or, for that matter, what defines 'kinky'?
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