closetmonkey
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It depends on how you define 'first'! :) When I was a young man still, a leatherman-type who I really looked up to, took me to a very private club in L.A. I had never truly seen the 'real' side of the whole BDSM scene in general- but I wasn't innocent or anything. It was a whim, when he made a joke about me not trusting him anymore if he took me to HIS favourite evening hangout, and I just said- how would he know? I'd never been there! He took me... and I still remember the feeling VERY vividly! Walking in, the process of merging with the few mingling in the outer area, all of that was... well... normal. I liked the people, I liked the place... and then we walked through this open doorway area, and into the main club.... Wow. Yeah, my fairly fresh eyes scanned a room where people were PLAYING in... in the open! (imagine the open mouth, or the gasp! I don't even recall that part) I Was Thrilled. Then he pointed UP. It took my eyes a while, to make out what the black figure was, against the black ceiling... and when I did, I got one of those chills that hits you like an orgasm (those are the best!) It was a guy in leather and straps, suspended from the ceiling, looking down on everything. Not an inch of him was bare, save his eyes... I had /never/ seen that before, so I was in AWE. Sometimes it's about innocence, but I had seen the suits before- on manniquins and such, even! ...but never... a real human being, watching a whole bunch of human beings... you know? That, to me, was a defining part of my own 'first' experiences! Even everything else that happened that day and night pales by comparision to that awesome feeling of startlement and arousal. :)
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