What age were you when you first knew you had the vein of kink running through you?

[Aquila1]

I was talking in chat before, and I had one of those delicious moments of epiphany that leaps up and slap you around the ears.

We were talking about old fairy tales, and one, in particular 'The Princess and the Pea' was a story that resonated with me from a very young age. I was completely obsessed with the idea and imagery of bruising down her back from sleeping on the concealed pea. So much so that I put stones and marbles under the mattress of my own bed to emulate the story. When that didn't work, I put them directly in my bed and lay on them all night.

Around the same age, I also had a huge thing for Houdini movies and TV programmes. Not the escaping part, but the whole action and ritual of confinement and chaining. I used to try and instigate the neighborhood kids into games of "Houdini" and make them tie me up.

I also have an obsession for keys and padlocks. Particularly antique ones.

I look back on myself as a child and embrace all of it. But I am curious to hear some of your early experiences and memories.

 

[Cattypuss]

I reckon it was at the age of 10-ish when I read Wuthering Heights and wanted Heathcliff to do unspeakable things to me.

 

[ZRT]

Around six or so, before I had any concept of sex or kink. But the women being tied up and menaced in comics were interesting in a strange and different way.

 

[Aquila1]

I reckon it was at the age of 10-ish when I read Wuthering Heights and wanted Heathcliff to do unspeakable things to me.

Yes. I concur

 

[thatgirl2136]

I want to say around 11 or 12...I remember using a sleeping bag as a confinement where I was put by someone.

 

[bruisedangel]

Around six or so, before I had any concept of sex or kink. But the women being tied up and menaced in comics were interesting in a strange and different way.

I'd say around the same age, as well. The little neighbor boy and I were playmates. One afternoon, when we were in the playroom of his house, I wanted to play the board game "Dukes of Hazzard." (Yes, I realize that I'm dating myself!) He would only the play game with me if I agreed to a game of 'doctor.' I remember being thrilled to death that I would get what I want, if only he got what he wanted, first.

The first real 'adult' dawning of the notion that I had came during college. I had gotten into an argument with my ...hmm, friend with benefits (?) that led to much yelling, a tantrum from myself whereby I was hitting inanimate objects, his slapping me to get me to not only shut up, but calm down as well, followed rapidly by a rape of sorts. Only of sorts because it was very, very much enjoyed, and non-protested!