How I Became a Kinkster

I never considered myself to be much of an adventurous guy. I’m that average New York gay guy, living in Brooklyn, finding my hookups on one of the dating apps or at a bar, having them over – you know the drill. The most hardcore thing I ever considered was getting some action in a dark corner at a club.

I swear, nothing kinky ever crossed my mind. I might have been as pure as the driven snow when it comes to hooking up, but I was a blank page when it came to BDSM.

BDSM, as I saw it, was a dungeon with men bound to wooden crosses, being whipped or getting burnt by candle-wax by women wearing latex or leather. Certainly not my thing, not even if you replaced the women with men dressed like cops or wardens. I was not at all curious to have my private parts abused – I had my share of baseballs hitting my crotch. No fun there.

I don’t remember how I came across a copy of Cosmo (I actually do, but that’s not the point), but I was intrigued to read about Whiplr. Apparently, never before did anyone think of creating an actual app for people who like it rough! Curiously, I downloaded it, looking around to see if any of my neighbors were into this. I had no idea what I wanted to fill in, so I just wrote something and let it be.

Ten minutes later, while I was texting a friend about pre-gaming tonight, my phone made an unfamiliar sound, which I later learned was a notification from Whiplr. It was a guy, 2 miles away from me. His profile mentioned he was 50% into women, which meant he was 50% into men – fine by me!

When I read the message, I chuckled. Me? Looking for a slave? I almost deleted the app in a panic, but I decided to play along. He kept referring to me as “Sir”, while begging me to own him. Basically, this sounded like any other chat up I’ve had, except for the kinky stuff. He actually asked me what I was into, what I want him to do and told me what he was unwilling to do. I’m a pro in these conversations.

Some 45 minutes later, the guy was already in my apartment. Quite surprisingly, he was also quite hot, and wasn’t wearing a leash like I would expect. We had a glass of wine together, when he suddenly fell to his knees and looked up at me. I could hardly keep myself from laughing, but I saw he wasn’t going to budge, and I was quite intrigued to find out what he was willing to do.

Again, trying not to laugh, I stood up, put on my serious face and commanded him to kiss my feet. His eyes lit up with understanding, and I could actually see his body language transforming into the role as he bent over and did as I ordered.

I was quite shocked, I must say, and I kept recalling our online discussion and started ordering him around, in ways I cannot express here. It actually felt good! It felt awesome! I was having fun without any wooden crosses or hot wax, and by the look of him and from what he told me later, he was enjoying every second of it.

That evening was an eye-opener. I started reading more and more about BDSM online, read about different techniques and methods, looked into what I could and would mentally enjoy, and started talking to more and more guys (and occasionally some women, who revealed a few secrets even I didn’t know about the male anatomy), meeting some of them, getting pleasure from experimenting and testing my limits.

And just yesterday, I ordered my first set of restraints.

* This is a real story posted with permission from the author, names have been changed.

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