BDSM in my Puberty

I remember puberty as a time of discovery. First, hair started to grow down there, and then I discovered how good masterbation felt. It was not long before I started to fantsize and incorporate BDSM into my masterbations. At first I started to imagine being brutally whipped until I masterbated. Then I started to actually perform self strappings using a belt. I remember that one time I left a bruise and someone noticed it at football practice. Being from a farm I explained it away as a work accident. Later I started to imagine torture, and I would take a pocket knife and stick it in my butt, all because of the discomfort. I imagined that someone was interrogating me doing that.

I remember the first time I saw photo's of BDSM. A neighbor freind of mine had a porn mag that featured a article on a BDSM dungeon in the mission district of San Fransisco in the old Montgomery ward building. I wonder if it is still there? Anyhow, it showed several photo's of BDSM. One sticks in my mind where a woman who was nude, was being heisted by her ankles upside down so that she could be flogged. They also stated that it was a good position to have hot wax poured on those private areas. Of coarse I took a que from that, and grabbed a couple of birthday candles and matches. I would go down stairs into the utility room, get naked, and lay down proping my legs up against a piece of furnature to simulate being upside down. Then I would light the candle and hold it up so that it would land between my legs in that area between my penis and butt. Quite a sensitive area, and torturing myself that way was really a great experience.

But I was growing up in a rural area of America, where BDSM was about as foreign as Brothels. So I was alone. It wasn't until I was 18 that I would be truely able to discover and explore this BDSM world of ours. Next post, discovering the BDSM world as an adult.

Neeros