I think I knew before I even started having sex that I had an interest in kink, I can’t be sure about the dates and the timing as it wasn’t something I was conciously aware of but in hindsight it was definately there. Then as a teenager, when my girlfriend tied me to the bed, I knew I was hooked.
Later in my teens, on to my first boyfriend, I remember wishing that he would pin me down or tie me up. He never did. Eventually I plucked up the courage to ask him, he humoured me, but he clearly wasn’t into it and after the second or third time he refused to do it again. For a while I attempted to satisfy myself by folding my arms behind my back or tucking them under the pillow while he did his thing, but the relationship ran its course and came…
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Eve Maitresse 