Now that I really sit down and think about it, I can't really come up with a reason why I ended up liking bondage. We didn't play many tie-up games as kids, and I wasn't into those lovely childhood games that revolve around getting hurt if you're the loser either (seriously? Why _did_ we all play games like that?). Probably the earliest sign for me would've been when I was ten or eleven, and I got fairly excited sometimes watching TV shows where people would be tied up and have icky stuff done to 'em (to this day I still think Alanis Morisette looked her best getting slimed on You Can't Do That On Television ).

Then in my teenage years I did a bit of self-bondage with my clothes when I masturbated, but didn't really think about it and kinda fell out of the habit after a while. Wasn't really until a year or two after highschool that I conciously got interested in kinky bondage stuff and started looking it up online.

And now for a pointless tangent.

"From there, I started reading the Gor books."

Ah the Gor books. You'd never have thought from my early reaction to 'em (I tried reading one when I was eight or nine and just skimmed the kinky bits to get to the fight scenes). And these day I'm one of those horribly mean people who buys the smuttiest Gor novels and skims the kinky bits _and_ the action scenes to read the psychology bits for a laugh


Rallan
- oh alright, so I don't skim _all_ the kinky bits