My first step into the BDSM lifestyle. - Part 1

Please allow me to introduce myself 
I'm a man of wealth and taste 
I've been around for a long, long year 
Stole many a man's soul and faith
(Copyright owned by The Rolling Stones)
It's the first verse of one of my most favourite songs.

For reference, I grew up in the Netherlands where access to pornography was a lot easier than in, probably most other countries. We are talking late 70s.
I was double lucky that I worked in shop where they sold these kinds of magazines. No, not an adult shop. Just a tobacco shop owned by a family member.

I remember when I was about 13-15 (can't remember the year) I was reading a pornographic magazine. Yes, reading as it was one without pictures. While it had a suggestive cover, it wasn't full on nude. It was the kind of magazine that you would probably call a pulp magazine.

I can't remember the whole story, but now I know, the story was a box standard BDSM scenario. A repairman, a married housewife and a, I guess, boring husband. Then it was a story from another world. To clarify, I had readily access to real porn magazines with pictures and stories. 

So, what I remember from the story, which isn't a lot, but has made a big impact on me.
Broken household appliance. Good looking repair man, probably a good-looking married housewife but I guess that wasn't very relevant. 
They obviously had sex when the appliance was fixed, but he had to come back to finish the work on other appliances. For her it was the first entry into BDSM. Then he wrote on her breasts, if I recall, Slave and Owned By and made her wear a collar. Keep in mind she was married. So, she had to one way or the other hide this for her husband. The lady and the repair man got into a Dom - Sub, words I didn't know back then, relationship. Slave or Sex Slave was as much as I understood.

So why did this magazine have such a big impact. Because I had to use my fantasy, and I'm sure it's therefor shaped me into being very visual. What I see, what the other party and/or I wear excites me as much, if not more, than the sex. For me a BDSM session is a roleplay. 

I realised that reading and having to use my fantasy of what they looked like, was more exciting than actually looking at porn magazines with pictures. For clarity, I'm talking real porn here, not Hustler, Playboy or Penthouse. 

What it also did, it made me look at people very differently. At that time, I wasn't aware of that, but now I know it did.

Probably the above is the most boring story about BDSM you have ever heard.  It's the first in a series of my journey, experiences and life in BDSM. 

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