When did you have your first expirience with BDSM?

[Quantes]

The title says all. At what age did you have your first BDSM expirience, what was it and how did you expirience it?

I was 19 when my girlfriend first gave me a klysma. Not so special maybe, but that was my first expirience. It was a strange feeling, afterwards I felt tired or something like that. A little bit a sad feeling. I still have that same feeling, sometimes.

[curious_sb]

Beleive it or not, I think I was into BDSM (self bondage) from the age of 12, at the time though it was just my own private and very secret indulgence. It wasnt until age 17 or 18 that I got onto the 'net and discovered my kink was not as "secret" as I had thought.

Before anyone asks no I was never abused as a child, although it seems perhaps a bit strange, I dont know how it came about really, I just felt really "safe" in bounds and it grew from there. I never told anyone.

I actually thought for several years that this was a phenomenon that was unique to me. My own very secret pleasure.

[huve]

I can't exactly remember when my first experience with self-bondage was. I have been tying myself together and to things for a long time now probably about 10 years which would put me at 13.

It only recently that I have found, like curious_sb, the wealth of information on the internet, and also the community to discuss with.

[Scooter]

People seem to want to hear the story of how I got into this... so away I go!

I experienced a lot of being tied up as a kid. Me and my buddies would play games that would involve such things... I suppose that fueled the fire that was just beginning to burn. I eventually ran into friends who actually enjoyed tying me up and me attempting to escape it. I actually got pretty good at escaping, that was until friends got annoyed and duct taped the shit out of me.

That's not how most of this began, however... I forewarn you folks that this is indeed a strange tale... but I think many of you won't really care... it just puts a bit more perspective on how people can come about being fascinated in things.

I moved to North Carolina from New York (where I am from) at a very tender age of 15-16. I lost my friends, family, and a prospective girlfriend. I had a big shot with depression, suicide, and all the stuff that teens in distress deal with. I met a friend who actually turned my life around (not sexually) but used bizarre methods to do so.

When my buddy was young, his father actually punished him by tying him to various things for HOURS on end (among other things). He was an abused kid/teen, and that played heavily into his personality. He was, however, a very caring person who attempted to lift me from my current state. As I stated in my introductory post, I am a bottom, and I believe this is where the roots originate from. My friend was a very controlling person and I felt that my entire life had fallen completely out of wack. I agreed that I would do whatever it took to get it back on track... and I meant ANYTHING. So, he pushed his own little lifestyle onto me... I lived by strict guidelines (military-esque anyone?) and was "disciplined" accordingly if I screwed up. The discipline often involved what we would today call bondage (minus any sexual contact, I was NOT involved with him). Only a crazy person would have lived by such standards... and I happened to be that crazy person.

As time went on and I started to improve... his "discipline" became a bonus to me as instead of dreading it, I looked forward to it. The fire that had begun to burn raged into an inferno... being tied and helpless wasn't only a turn-on to me, but I had a damn blast in being that way. I find it fun to be helpless, like many other folks involved in this is. His efforts did start to fall behind on me... but by the time this came about, I was already on a big recovery spree so it didn't matter. I actually lied about stuff just to get tied up eventually. ;p

I dealt with that stuff for my last two years in HS and my first year in a community college. The story has a sad ending, however, as the second year of my college he took a dramatic turn for the worse. He soon fell into "the bad crowd" and eventually pushed into things that he always preached me not to go into. It ended with him committing suicide and ruining me for doing so (I won't go into dire details about that... that was a whole new psychological episode for me). He was like a brother to me... he pulled me out of a road to disaster and soon took that road himself. It was very painful to live out but I have managed to deal with it and have become a stronger person because of it.

To sum this all up, he basically instilled the bondage push into me and I forever longed to feel that way again. I eventually fell in love with a girl and had two beautiful children with her. My psychological disorders have been under control since doing so, a few new ones arising because of relationships, and I have been in the long run doing much better. She too is into bondage and that brought the desire to be tied again once more.

Now I search for ways to do it to myself as the urge has kicked in more often than not. I find it a fantastic way to deal with stress and when I am tied up I can push myself into a meditative state if I am left alone long enough. It's a good way to relax... and with two children, more college, work, and the everyday crappy things life throws at you, EVERYTHING helps.

That's it in a nutshell. I hammered this down at 11:21 at night so forgive anything that looks inconsistant or incoherent... I think I nailed most of it down... individual stories of what he did to me are other tales to tell one day, perhaps.

[SweetNicole]

Well, I didn't really get into selfbondage until about a year ago, but I've been taking dares and stuff since my sophomore year in high school. I was fifteen then, and my friends and I loved thrills. We weren't having sex with everybody or anything; we just found it fun to dare each other to do weird things that high school girls might do, like ask the class nerd on a date. Well, my one friend Alice (who is now my part-time mistress) knew I had this really sexy lingerie. It was a tight lace-up corset and a string thong, both of which I had bought on another dare. She dared me to wear them to school under a leather skirt and really low-cut shirt, with four-inch heels on my feet. Of course I did it, and I felt like everybody was staring at me all day. (they probably were) By the end of the day I was so embarrassed that I just wanted to crawl into a hole and disappear. But on the bus ride home with Alice, I realized that I enjoyed that feeling of humiliation. Ever since then, I've searched for new ways to get it, and finally I discovered bondage. That's a whole other story, and hopefully Anna will post it soon on the site. Enjoy!

Love,
Nicole

[curious_sb]

I experienced a lot of being tied up as a kid. Me and my buddies would play games that would involve such things... I suppose that fueled the fire that was just beginning to burn. I eventually ran into friends who actually enjoyed tying me up and me attempting to escape it. I actually got pretty good at escaping, that was until friends got annoyed and duct taped the shit out of me.

That reminds me, you remember that boring vanilla game hide and seek (10 or so people - 9 run off while the 10th person stands with his face to the wall and counts to 100 then runs off the find the others)??

We made a cool twisted version of that called "bondage hide and seek", nothing kinky or sexual at the time guys, I mean we were probably what, 12 - 13 years old.

Basically the idea was that the "seeker/catcher" gets tied up by the others with whatever was around, garden twine, ropes, wires.... you name it, if us kids could reach it, we'd get tied up with it. I was such an ace game to play, instead of counting to 100 you had to undo the bonds and then find the hiders. So it depended on how good you were at tying people up as to how long you got to hide. Sometimes it didnt work, for example I remember once we all tied this girl up (one of my mate's sisters) who wanted to play, left her in the garage and then ran away and hid, after about an hour we all kind of got bored of hiding and went back to the garage and she was still there struggling!! It was so funny - oh man that has brought back so many fond memories of my youth. I loved that game.

I may have also influenced my choice of hobby. Not that I would have known at the time.

Did anyone else play cool games like that as a kid??

[misQui]

Curious_SB, I used to play similar games. We also used to play various Cowboy and Indian type games that usually involved someone being tied up. I remember enjoying the experience and generally trying to make sure it was me getting tied up but I don't think I really knew why I enjoyed it. It was only when I got a bit older (maybe 13 or 14) that I put 2 and 2 together and started experimenting with self bondage and not til I was 18 did I find a willing partner for 1 on 1 bondage.

[Cindy123]

I started at 15 I saw one of my dads books he hid under the bed with some bondage pictures and it rang my bell, and I started tying my feet and putting clothes pins on my nipples and pretended I was captured by a Man, my first climax was with self bondage. I played with myself when I was younger but could not get excited enough to climax. Adding the bondage put me over the top.
When I lost my virginity I was tied by my boy friend eagle spread to his bed, I have been a bondage lover ever since.
Cindy

[Anastasia]

I'm not exactly sure of my age when I discovered this yummy lifestyle, darlings, but I'm pretty sure that it was in my pre-teen years. I arbitrarily say that I was ten, but I might be a year or two low. For me, it was a couple of things.

I recall how I thought certain punishments that you see in schools that were designed to be humiliating, such as standing in the corner, seemed so interesting to be. I thought that I might try this out on my own. One time, my mum saw me standing in the corner, facing the corner, and thought that it might be a good punishment at home too. I suppose that was embarassment enough. I also had this massive fascination with ancient punishment devices such as the pillory and footstocks. I would pull out the encyclopedia and just stare at the pictures for quite some time.

I do remember my first bondage experience. It came about from seeing women in particular tied up on the television and thinking that I would be interested in being tied up myself. So I borrowed a few of my dad's handkerchiefs and used them to tie myself up and gag myself. Needless to say that I was hooked. It took a long while to figure out a number of the techniques involved (no Internet, no bondage books, nothing), but it was fun learning on the go. I'm glad to discover that I wasn't alone when I reached my 20's. Internet information on bondage is so delicious.

[bounddosster]

The title says all. At what age did you have your first BDSM experience, what was it and how did you experience it?

I had many early experiences of what could now be considered my kinks but dealing just with bondage. The first time I encountered it was when I was about 8. I remember being at primary school and two girls had a long skipping rope the sort that two people used and a third jumps. They had tied a slip knot on one end and were using it as a lasso trying to get it over some cones used for rounders.

I was walking about and got near them and one of them said “do this”, implying I should hold out by arms in front of me with my hands together, so I did. In a flash they had looped the rope over my hands and pulled it tight then wound the rope around my wrists several more times, pushed the loose end between my arms and proceeded to lead me around the playground while having a good laugh. This probably went on for about ten minutes before a teacher told them to release me.

I began puberty earlier than my friends did at the age of 8-9 and although I don't remember any sexually feelings at the time about this I often remembered it during the next few years, especially as I became more sexually aware of females.

One of the girls involved in this incident, her name was Katie, was in my circle of friends in the village and we often played together around her uncles farm yard. It was in this yard that my next encounter with bondage took place with Katie.

We were playing in a barn at the back of the farm that was not used much, it was an old building made of brick and tile with several wooded support posts inside holding the roof up. We were at the back of this barn, I don't remember what we were playing but it was probably cowboys and Indians as that was big in our village. For some reason I was standing against a post with my hands at my sides then from the back of me Katie threw some baling twine around my and tied me to the post, several more wraps of twine went around me as Katie merrily ran around me and the post.

I was well stuck and suddenly Katie run off leaving me there. I struggled but could not get free and I remembered wondering if she was planning on coming back or was this some sort of punishment for me pulling her hair at school the day before.

She reappeared and in her hand was a washing up bottle that she had filled with water she then took great delight in squirting me all over with water. When the bottle was empty she just stood back and looked at me then suddenly says I want to see your willy, our childhood slang for the penis, and she proceeded to undo up jeans and pull them to the floor, quickly followed by my underpants. She then stood staring at my “willy” and I remember her exact words were “it's got a bone in it, my brothers hasn't”. Of course, but to young for her to know at the time, I had got an erection.

Katie decided it was then time for her to go for her tea and spent about ten minutes trying to untie me and eventually had to get my pocket knife out and cut me free before running off for her tea leaving me to pull my jeans and pants back up before going off home.

Katie had obviously told her girlfriends about this at school the next Monday because I was teased for some time about having a bone in my willy, I think then they became aware of what my bone was in my willy and it was not mentioned anymore.

That was my first expirence of bondage with others, I'll add my first self bondage expirence later.

[bounddosster]

My first self-bondage.

My first awareness of self-bondage came when I was about fifteen. As with many boys of my age my real sex education came from reading top self magazines such a penthouse, fiesta, razzle and my favourite Forum, the international journal of human relations, or something like that.

Funnily although this was by far the kinkiest magazine and dealt with sex from a more sexual way, as opposed to an eye candy, show us what we've got way, it was by far the cheapest magazine going on the school porn black market. I think this was due to it's reduced number of photos but the stories were great.

It was in one of these stories I encountered self-bondage, I had come across bondage lots of times in these publications but this was the first self-bondage I had come across. There was a letter by a lady describing her self-bondage adventures which went something like this:

In the morning she would place the keys to her padlocks in a very prominent position in her front garden, somewhere she would not dare go to until after dark. Then she would strip naked in the house and chained her feet together so she could only hobbled and then chained her wrists together with some slack between them, all the padlocks would be clicked shut and there she would stay naked and chained doing her daily chores until after dark when she would sneak into her front garden and recover the keys to free self.

She also included in her story the times she would lock herself up after first posting the keys to herself. I found this idea very erotic and it turned me on thinking how I could do it, but as a fifteen year old still at home with his parents this was not really going to work out, although I did once post an empty envelope to myself to see how long it took to get back to me.

She also told of the times she was denied access to her clothing by having them locked away or even taken away so she would be forcibly kept naked for so long. I found thinking about this very exciting and ever since have found or had ways found for me to suffer the same predicament.

My first self-bondage experience came when my family were going to go on holiday I was now mature enough to look after myself and so I talked them into letting me stay at home for the week and it was a week full of sexual experiment and fun doing all the things I had fantasied about doing over the previous years and self-bondage and forced nudity/clothing control was top of my list.

I had previously bought some chain and four small padlocks and I was keen to get going, I guess it was silly at the time but I didn't try things out first I just went straight into it.

It was 9 am Sunday morning when I went out into the garden to look for a suitable place to leave the keys to the padlocks. I found a place at the end of the front path which was fully open to the main road and all the neighbouring houses and I was sure there was no way I would dare walk up there naked in daylight to retrieve the keys.

I went into my bedroom and stripped naked, then I placed all my clothes into the wardrobe which had a lock on the door, locked it shut and then dropped the key out my bedroom window on to the path below.

This path ran long side a thin garden that was between us and the neighbours putting the neighbouring house only about 20 feet away from my bedroom window and two of their windows overlooked where the key had fallen.

I locked the chains round my ankles so they were about 14 inches apart and then chained my wrist in front of me. I clearly remember my already hardening cock suddenly shoot to full hardness as I realised I was then really trapped, chained and naked for the next few hours.

I had forgotten to close the curtains so I had to sneak a look out of the window to see if all was clear and then stand fully up in front of the window to reach and draw the curtains shut.

By then I think it was about 10 am and I spent my day reading porn, no internet in those days, and planing my other sexual adventures for the week which included a kinky broad game I dreamt up.

I remember being concerned that someone might call at the house. Funnily enough I had not even given this a thought before but now I was locked up and naked it became an overriding thought.

I found it interesting making my lunch and tea in the kitchen, somewhere I had never been naked before let alone naked and chained up. I had to again draw the curtains on the three windows two of which looked out to the neighbours.

As the day went on I became use to the chains and it certainly turned me on wearing them especially knowing I had no escape until it was dark outside. Eventually it became dark but it was summer time so it was not dark until almost10pm.

I decided I wanted to be free, In fact I had spent the last 3 hours wanting to be free and I stepped out the door and crept around the side of the house. I could see the front path clearly, all to clearly. I had forgotten about the street light opposite which shone right down the path I needed to go along. There were still people about and frequent passing cars so I didn't dare hobble up the path yet.

I returned to the house and decided I would wait until after midnight to retrieve the key. At midnight I stepped out the door again and went around the side of the house. The path was still well illuminated but there was no one about and the traffic was almost gone. I decided to chance it and I hobbled as fast as I could crouched over to where I had hidden the keys, I picked them up and hobbled back back to safety.

Once inside and released myself from the chains, the relief I felt was fantastic, I had never thought I would be chained up for nearly 15 hours, but mostly it had been fun and I laid back and wanked to the thought that I still had to go outside naked again to retrieve the wardrobe key.

After shooting my cum hard I cleaned up and got ready to go retrieve the wardrobe key and release my clothes. I looked out of the window and saw the neighbours curtains still open and the light shinning brightly out across to where the wardrobe key was and there was no way I was going to attempt to retrieve the key yet. So I was in for another wait. I decided to lay on the bed and read more sexy adventures until the neighbours shut there lights off.

That proved to be a big mistake as I soon fell asleep and the next thing I knew it was just gone 10am the next morning. The sun was up and the neighbours are working in their garden. Now there was no way for me to get the key unseen. I was now forced to spend the whole day again naked, although this time unbound by chains.

I managed to retrieve the wardrobe key at about 11.30pm that night and so the next day I could dress.

Before the week ended I spent another day chained and naked although this time I changed the way I was chained. I made the chains into a cross shape and chained my ankles and wrists with the chains so they meet in the middle about were my cock was.
This meant I could walk better and it felt safer but it did restrict my arm movement move. I hid the wardrobe key this time in the back garden just in case the neighbours had another late night. I started this session at 2pm so I was chained up for less time and I set my alarm clock so I wouldn't go to sleep and forget to retrieve the wardrobe key again.

[Ano]

For me it's started very log time ago. when was around 8-10 years old. (feels early but i always was ahed of the guys in my age in almost everything)
It started while i was watching a movie, don't remember the rest, but two young 15-20 guys where kidnaped and tied up in it(and they where left in a container where some kind of gas was about to kill them slowly, and i just realised it's intresting and my imagination fired up and watched the sceene in my head few times again changing it to a way where i helped them out. In the movie they survived anyway by helping eacother to get free.
And i re watched it again many times and from here it's started.
Every time i had a few hours free time with a rope i always tied my hands. Used bike lock later. Tape, once i built a quite strong handcuff from knex connected with quite heavy duty rubber. Those where funny times Then came the internet. In one video ( a trailer for a bondage website i spotted the idea of using a mobile for the timer.
Then run in to a hungarian website wich is focused around tieing up ladies the nice way. Writes a loth of methodes, explains techincs, sorts a lots of handcuffs, http://lovebondage.uw.hu/
Youtube come to live few years later i spent days on there as well.
And then my english started to inprow i found many more sites and articles to read. You as well.
Then i moved to the UK where i couldn't say i had a lot more chance to do it, but it was better for the case.
At home it was just a dream to get a real handcuffs, here after working 1-2 months it was easy, and as you know i gone for a good one the folding rigid one.
And since then had a girl around for almost a year, she tied me up few times, she was bound as well, but for just fun. She had no interest in the subject.
Later had a frend around who simple tied me up quite a lots of time just a way to return the favor i did to him (helped to start working in the uk)
and nowadays it's just the selfbondage as much as i dare, but since i was tied up by the lady it's still good, but not as intresting to do full bondage, maybe i just don't have the time and forgot how good it is.
But i play with my handcuffs a lot i'am learning lockpicking as well. Opening them is easy, the dubble lock is funny. But i managed the to do it twice. But only while i was free and i had them just in my hands. Never been able to get out from it yet.
But i'am trying.
Now i have an another girl coming over for a short time in the summer, as we are good frends we discous almost everything from our life. I know her secrets and problems, and she knows about my secret as well.
She's definetly has a plan to tie me up for a long time.
But she says the other way around it will be funny as she gets heavy panic even if someone just holds her hands down.
So if she agrees we will try to inprow on it a little bit.
Well that's it, i think it's turned from an Origin story in to a full BIO.
Hopefully it's not a big problem if it is fel free to delete the secound half of the post

Regards

[Old Timer]

As early as I can remember. Always wanted to be an escape artist. finally figured it out that my grandparents were kinky fuckers, and my parents were kinky fuckers too. Guess the apple didn't fall so far from the tree.

[bounddosster]

As early as I can remember. Always wanted to be an escape artist. finally figured it out that my grandparents were kinky fuckers, and my parents were kinky fuckers too. Guess the apple didn't fall so far from the tree.

What you could call being bound by your genes.

[cerenaselfbound]

When I was 8, my best friend Caroline also the same age climbed a tree with me, she found some rope & quickly tied my arms and wrists above my head. She kissed me passionately on the mouth and talk about young tongues of fire. I remember feeling completely helpless which certainly made my young pussy soaking wet and that moment ignited a spark and I began my self bondage journey & desire for relationships with girls with Juicy pink buds.