It really all started when I was a kid and ran across a copy of a cheesy historical romance novel. I must have been nine or ten years old, and I remember the first bound sex scene—a large, powerful, noble man was captured and tied to a bed so an inexperienced virgin could reluctantly mount him and get him to impregnate her. There was some plot point that sort of made this logical (I guess), but the best part was when he decided to take revenge on her by doing the same thing. I read in awe as the helpless girl struggled to free herself and to deny the pleasure that was bubbling up inside of her as the man used her body.
Who knows what my kinks would be if I’d stumbled upon some other type or erotica. But it is what it is. The reluctance, the loss of control, being helpless as a man uses your body for his own pleasure… Ever since I was old enough to have sexual feelings, those elements have brought an extra edge of pleasure to every fantasy I’ve had.