Fetish Phenomenon

[mongoose]

I saw pics of Miko Yoshiki's rope bondage pics and I've been very interested in BDSM ever since. I was supposed to have my first BDSM session with Mika Tan but that got screwed up. She said I didn't seem the type.

[mongoose]

I've dated about 7 or 8 Asian women and whomever thinks they're docile should be kicked in the head repeatedly.

[skeech2]

I've dated about 7 or 8 Asian women and whomever thinks they're docile should be kicked in the head repeatedly.

 

Ha ha! Some of us have had to learn that the hard way. Docility is a tool, a trap. Once they have you, there is no escape.

[akiravn1]

I've dated about 7 or 8 Asian women and whomever thinks they're docile should be kicked in the head repeatedly.

 

Hopefully by an Asian woman.

[bobsballs]

I also find this a very interesting topic. I have been involved in fetish for about 12 years. I believe my first interest was sparked when I saw some pics on the internet where a young, petite woman kicked a man in the balls, and then in subsequent pics, was shown standing over him...in a type of victory pose. I was fascinated by these pics, and the realizaation that a petite woman could so easily subdue a much larger man with relative ease. I searched for more ballbusting, and found very little in the way of videos or pics back then, but I was hooked. I have since had ballbusting session with over a dozen women of all shapes, ages, and races, but my best experiences have always been with Asian women (and 1 Latina).

 

I would pose two follow on questions...although maybe they would be better suited in a different thread:

 

1: I've always been amazed by guys need for different kinds of pain. I love ballbusting, and know must men I know think I'm crazy. Still, I enjoy basic ballbusting, no cbt with needles, pins, wands etc, and I met a man that LOVED to be bullwhipped, and to me, THAT is "crazy". So I'm curious how we develop our need for different types of pain/submission.

 

2: Over the years, I've found that my taste in kink has evolved. I have developed an interest in foot worship, trample, and other forms of humiliation...physical and mental. I wonder if this is common, or others have found their tastes changing over the years?

 

Ballbusting is still my first and true love. I have a session (my first at the Fortress) scheduled with Mistress Jung, and I cant WAIT!

[John082]

 

I wonder how many of you out there, our Forum readers, are lifelong fetishists of some sort or another, and how many are just getting their toes wet but certainly willing to dive in for a swim should the temperature be just right?

 

 

After much introspection, I confidently put myself down as a lifelong fetishist. Being in my late forties, this was an engaging memory exercise. If the past is a somewhat reliable predictor of the future, I’m sure some curious engrammic flotsam shall arise over the next few days further supporting my position.

 

Memories: fifth grade, mean homeroom teacher. I had a dream whereby me and all my fellow students were sitting in a banquet hall, and we were supposed to be quiet. The student next to me was talking, and the stern homeroom teacher singled me out for it, although I had been silent. I don’t think he liked me, because I had an independent streak and spoke my mind. I didn't rat out my buddy (fifth grade omertà) , and as a result I was told to come up to the dais, and was beaten with a cotton tablecloth that had a knotted corner with a goblet in it (Catholic school—goblets all over the place). When I didn’t make a sound, the teacher gave me a grudging respect and let me return to my seat.

 

Memories: tenth grade, shapely, raven-haired Italian Chem teacher. She often wore a leather jacket, tight jeans, and moccasin boots. I used to fantasize about her holding me down and forcing me to have sex with her. (All hail hormone-fueled optimism!)

 

Influences: also around tenth grade, was a reading geek—anything not assigned by a teacher, that is. Read through the existing Gor series of books, which at the time I only recognized as being enjoyable. The Gor books are alternate world adventures which I now know are actually thinly veiled BDSM soft-porn. In most books, the women were servants and objects of the warriors, and to a scrawny and shy teenager this seemed like a great set-up! They occupied my mind quite a bit during those years. Thankfully, B. Dalton sold them, so my parents and teachers didn’t recognize what a porn-fest they were for a teenage boy. There was also at least one book where the roles were reversed, and the men were objects. Thoroughly enjoyed that, too.

 

Influences: early eighties, early MTV. One of the first videos to feature a storyline was Golden Earring’s Twilight Zone. At 2:48 or so into the video, the hero of the piece is tied up and being interrogated. Cue the Dancing Dommes. Three girls wearing leather playsuits (or rubber, or PVC, not sure), black gloves, black stockings, thick collars around their necks, and black policeman hats, come dancing into the starkly empty warehouse space and try to coerce the hero into talking. They end up injecting him with truth serum. The lyrics are somewhat telling, featuring: “It’s 2 a.m., the fear is gone…there’s a storm on the loose, Sirens in my head…Help, I’m steppin’ into the Twilight Zone, place is a madhouse…Where am I to go now that I’ve gone too far?” Definitely strongly aroused by this video (hey, it was the eighties, I was young, and Al Gore hadn't invented the internet yet).

 

 

Through my twenties and early thirties, I remained strongly attracted to such fare, but life intervened, and partners were not so opened minded. I think for my generation one's forties are a breakpoint, in that most people of that age quit censoring themselves as much as they have always done, and tend to care less what people think. Open-minded partners are easier to find in mainstream settings, and of course the proliferation of porn on the internet breaks down some barriers too (gee, there are other people like me! Maybe I’m not such a freak, or maybe being a little freaky is as fun as it looks!)

 

Starting with my late thirties, adventures and indulgences ensued, to much great mutual satisfaction. The seeds, however, were there from long before.

[kitchen_sync]

I wonder how many of you out there, our Forum readers, are lifelong fetishists of some sort or another, and how many are just getting their toes wet but certainly willing to dive in for a swim should the temperature be just right?

 

 

Mistress Kang - you pose a very interesting question so, here goes:

 

(John082, your post really struck a nerve with me. We're close to the same age and have had similar experiences.)

 

The first hint that I was "different" was my realization in grade school that I had a foot fetish.

All of my friends got off on pictures of naked girls courtesy of Playboy and Hustler, but it seemed like I was the only one that got excited from the barefoot models in the Sears catalog.

 

Fast forward to 6th grade where our unofficial class reading assignment was "The Happy Hooker" by Xaveria Hollander. This autobiography was pretty mainstream, but there were a few kinky episodes. While most of the class would read a chapter and then say "Ewww, gross!", I kept my mouth shut thinking quietly to myself: "I'm going to try that one day".

 

An epiphany for me came in a Richard Pryor film called "Which Way Is Up?" where Richard's wife is topping him, with a whip, then proceeds to use a dildo on him. Of course his father (also played by Pryor) bursts into the room at that moment, sees what's going on and declares "The boy done turned into a freak!". Yup, the story of my life.

When I finally got my hacking skills going at age 14, I built my own dildo to re-enact that scene. It worked better than I ever thought and brought to me the realization that this was who I was and while I could try to ignore it, I could not change it.

 

When I finally did become sexually active, I simply could not find a partner that was into kink. So, I ended up with a vanilla lifestyle (hey vanilla is fun too!). I did have a pattern where I dated athletic women who were taller than me but the kink was always missing.

This went on until my mid-twenties when I met a woman that would change my life.

 

The first hint that my girlfriend "Lola" was different was when she caught me peeking at her feet in her sexy sandals. She just smiled, took off her sandals and made sure I could see what I wanted without having to hide. How cool is that!? She was totally uninhibited and was open to anything - all I had to do was ask. We explored just about everything I had ever wanted, including some pretty kinky stuff that she was into - and the coolest part was that she actually enjoyed it all.

My friends couldn't understand why in the world I was with her (she had unrelated issues that got in the way of our relationship), but I held onto her for as long as I could.

 

So thanks to "Lola", and the wisdom that comes with age, I realize I'm not alone, that I don't really care what anyone else thinks about me and that I'm interested in expanding my horizons even further.

[mongoose]

I was dating a Korean girl back in 2005 and she would like to restrain my hands wihile we were having sex. It was amazing. I've been hooked on it ever since.

[Outcast]

John082 and Kitchen ,thank you so much for posting because it seems a lot of our life experiences are similar and its nice knowing your not completely alone in the universe. For me, getting older also means caring less about what others think and getting closer to your nature. I love the popular culture references too, esp of the MTV which was my early teen rub a quick one out material(esp if Martha Quinn was on!!) And the Richard Pryor flick where he plays the old man. He has to be the funniest man of the 20th century. I also was lucky to date a few open minded "Lolas" who were adventurous and loved to explore fun things in the bedroom. Really cool posts that hit the nail on the head.