I always had lots of girlfriends in school, even had random girls I didn’t know knocking on the door for me, it was a running joke in our house mum shouting up the stairs “it’s another one for you”! But to be honest I just wasn’t that interested in girls, I only said yes when they asked to to go out with them because I felt bad saying no, I was far more interested in playing with my motorbike than playing with girls.
Then when I was 19 my girlfriend and I lived in a little hippy commune, she was bi and had an older girlfriend that we lived with. We never had a 3 sum as when they were together it was my opportunity to go smoke , take shit loads of psychedelics and fix up an old car someone gave me.
So my girlfriend’s girlfriend had heard about a swinger club ( it was xtasia) and really wanted to go and have a look and asked would I take them, which I did.
Them two were getting it on when we were instantly surrounded buy guys wanking, this totally freaked me out and I needed to get out of there so thought I would hide in the toilet and pretend it wasn’t happening until we could leave. At this point I thought to myself, this is fucking hideous and I’m never coming here again and never having sex or a girlfriend again, give a old engine I know what I’m doing with that.
So looking for the safe haven of the toilet I got lost and went down the small steps in the middle of the club into the tiny dungeon ( for those that remember the original layout of Xtasia)
There was a group of pro Dommes down there, I had never heard of a dominatrix let alone seen one, but instantly my mouth hit the floor and my eyes 👀 popped out like a cartoon character.
Me being me, a stupid , naive young cocky twat, said fucking hell you’d get it!
Well next thing I know I’m bent over this table and strapped down thinking this is a laugh, until it wasn’t! Now it was me getting it, with a massive rubber cock pushed in my mouth for something to bite down on while getting it.
At the time I was totally terrified and traumatised by what just happened to me. On the way home the girls kept asking me am I alright, they knew something was off, but I never told them what happened, I never told anyone! But I just couldn’t stop thinking about it, every day, sometimes 3 times a day would sneak off to the barn down the lane and and masterbate while thinking about it there was no privacy in the house we lived in, even the bathroom didn’t have a door on it, people would just walk in and out of each others house, everything was shared in the community, if you ran out of something you would just go and root around in the other house until you found what you needed.
At this point in time I was far more likely to wank over the Ducati 916 poster I had than girls. So I didn’t know what the hell was going on.
Anyway after many visits to the barn with a well thumbed copy of the Sunday sport newspaper which had a story about a dominatrix I finally found what I was looking for, in the form of a small advert in the back pages, it was sort of a personals catalogue called sugar N spice where you could see adds for people who wanted to meet other people for sex, there was a P.O. Box number next to each one, where you could write to the person in the personals add. I found an older kinky lady who introduced me kink. It change my life forever….
And that’s how I became such a deviant!
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Just to add, I was only 2 years older 