[I was inspired by a few posts and conversations here and there that were able to dig into memories with a few similarities and decided to make this post since I had no idea that “kink origin” is even a thing. I posted this a while ago in a brut form but I decided to brush it a little since some of this stuff managed to sneak back into my daydreams. It might look a little softcore for some of you but for me it’s the beginning of a beautiful story.]
I got acquainted with freeuse and bondage many years ago, about a month or two after I turned twenty and, to put it into perspective, now I’m close to forty-five. One day, a girl showed me a short video of a tied-up & gagged woman that struggled the whole time. It was weird for me that she masturbated every day while imagining that she was the one tied up, and I was also disappointed that there was no nudity. Later, she explained to me about self-bondage and this was absolutely bizarre from my point of view and I just concluded that “no one’s normal anyway”, but her porn was often strange, and I finally understood it when I was able to see it in real life.