Writing about my decade in kink got me thinking about my kinky firsts over that time. Given I started out as a total kink virgin there have been quite a few. What surprises me in retrospect is how few cherries I actual remember being popped. I don’t remember who gave me my first golden shower or when I received my first pegging. I do remember my first caning – because it was session #1 – but I don’t remember my first paddling, whipping or flogging. I’m going to hope that this is due to the varied kinky life I’ve subsequently led, rather than old age or alcohol induced amnesia creeping up on me. Some new experiences have stayed with me however.
The first piercing. I almost fainted. A short lie down and drink of water was required to recover. Fortunately we persevered and it became one of my favorite activities.
First time in a cage. Made me so relaxed I almost fell asleep. All the reassurance and comfort some people find in bondage, without the discomfort that often comes with lengthy bondage scenes.
My first rope suspension. I had a vision of it being the erotic pleasure of bondage crossed with the fun of a child’s swing. In reality it was more like construction work crossed with roleplaying a side of beef. Rope suspension is tricky, particularly when you’re a somewhat out of shape middle age guy and not a lithe, young and light bondage model.
My first session injury. A chemical scene in 2011 where I triggered back issues that plague me to this day. Admittedly, I’m sure the source of the issues was decades of bad posture hunched over keyboards. The muscle clenching in the session just happened to be the straw that broke paltego’s back.
The first time a domme pulled out a gasmask for me. My initial thought was – ‘Wow. I’m going to look like a seriously kinky freak. This is some top level pervert stuff we’re into here.’
First time I kissed a domme in a session. A very rare event but it has happened once or twice. Okay. Once. The domme had brought a fancy electrical accessory that made her whole body charged and capable of shocking me. We were having a lot of fun with it and she wanted to see what it’d be like if we kissed and touched tongues. I think I was more nervous doing that than I was when she was sticking needles into my dick.
I’ll finish with an image of a cherry I’ve yet to pop. ‘Forced Bi’ joins cuckolding and cross dressing as activities that have yet to make it into my sessions. I guess you always want to save something for the second decade.
The artwork is by the always amazing Sardax.
Hi Paltego.
I am sorry to hear about your back issues and yes, keyboard work is not going to help.
Try yoga. It has been very helpful to me and my back issues are pretty well past history.
Definitely recomended
Yoga has changed my life. Maybe not as much as BDSM, but still a non-trivial amount! People recommended it for years, but it’s only the last 3 or so years that I’ve been doing it and it has made a massive difference. Still have some back issues but way more manageable, and I’m not out of action for days at a time now.
Glad you’ve had equal or more success!
-paltego
The problem with having been doing this for about 40 years is that you find yourself doing things that you would never have considered when you started just for the sake of variety. Some of them you enjoy, some you sort of enjoy but do because the domme wants to and some you hate and will never do again. Amongst the things I have tried recently and enjoyed are outdoor punishments, sessions with more than one domme and public punishments (in clubs etc not on the street). Things I have tried and will put up with if the lady wants to do include being punished by men, electro-play and candle wax. Things I won’t or can’t do include long term bondage (I’m disabled and it causes considerable discomfort and lasting pain), suspensions because I get seasick from the rocking motion and gags which make me gag (weird that). One thing I vividly remember from the 1st time is branding. I had been seeing my long term Mistress for a considerable amount of time before she suggested branding my bottom. There I was tied down, face down, on a stretch bed and the soldering iron was good and hot and I suddenly chickened out. Mistress was not upset and was in fact very understanding about it. However it was the first time I had ever backed out of something she had suggested and I felt a little guilty. And so it was a few weeks later I found myself in a similar position. The pain when she touched the iron to my buttock was considerable and remained so as she repeatedly touched it down to put her name on my right cheek. I felt so proud both to have survived the process without screaming the place down and to have a long term mark showing my devotion.
That’s definitely a lot of time to have been exploring kink. Interesting to here what has worked and what hasn’t for you. I’ve got a similar breakdown of love, maybe and nope. Gags are a funny one, as I think they’re hot, but have a similar issue with my reaction to them. I try to tolerate them when I can, but I’m always surprised how challenging they are and how easy it is to induce the gag reaction.
The branding scene sounds like a tough but fulfilling one. Marks are a lovely way to trigger a little rush of endorphins and happiness for me (although I’m lacking anything permanent). Good to hear you managed to survive it OK! I think I’d have need sort of muffling to not wake the neighbors with that one.
Thanks for taking time to comment and share thoughts!
-paltego