What was your first kinky sexual experience? If you haven’t had one yet, talk about what you hope to have happen.
My first wasn’t all that exciting, actually. B was obsessively into bondage, and his family had a small sailboat that gave him a great excuse to practice all kinds of knots. We were in high school, though. It was awkward enough to find somewhere to make out without being stumbled upon by parents or brothers and sisters, and we both felt that being discovered doing something kinky would be the End of the World. So the act was planned probably about two or three weeks before I suggested a neighborhood under construction. The houses were set back from main roads, the whole community was being built at the same time with no workers present at night, and there were plenty of skeleton homes.
It was twilight when we got there, but we sat in his car being nervous and awkward (a lot of “are you sure?” and “I can take you home if you want. Or to a movie.”) for a while. I asked if he’d be able to see what he was doing, and he went into Eagle Scout mode, showing off lanterns and blankets and a whole host of other stuff he’d brought just in case. So we went inside. It was a skeleton house, so “inside” still felt fairly exposed. He set down a blanket and had me kneel while he set up two lanterns and arranged rope and looked at diagrams. I was dressed normally for a casual night in South Florida (which is still probably half-dressed most anywhere else) in shorts and a cutoff halter top, if I remember correctly.
He got started, referring to his book often, pausing to ask if a position was uncomfortable or a knot was too tight. After a while he stepped back and looked pleased with himself. He tried to take a Polaroid shot so I could see how it looked, but there wasn’t enough light for it to come out. Then things got awkward. He had me all tied up but didn’t know what to do with me, and I couldn’t move at all. We had a too-long conversation that essentially boiled down to me saying “so. . . now what?” and him saying “I don’t know.” After a bit I said the mosquitoes were biting pretty badly, and he apologized and untied me. We packed up and went back to his place and played Super Smash Brothers (the original. This happened that long ago. Oy.) with his brother. It was all very anticlimactic. Later on we had more confidence and better planning, which improved things a great deal.