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Where did your fetish origin? Did it happen in your teens? Your mid-life years? I know there's a social media/porn influence for those in their 20s, but I think there's some relation with fetishes/hypersexuality for those in their mid-life years due to a change in dopamine. I'm curious to hear your experience and thoughts.

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I started tying myself up tight with twine a lot in the bathroom when I was like 14ish I think. Not sure if it was before or after I'd ever seen porn though because I saw porn really late. But twine isn't good to tie yourself up with because it cuts you a lot. I don't really have a bondage fetish though I don't think because bondage is something I've enjoyed around the same amount as most other things I've done at Fortress and not way way more

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I've had desires for some kind of femdom type thing since I was very young. It took a long time, but finally I was able to experience it thanks to you and the FF! I didn't really know what was out there when I was younger. Porn and stuff were influences on the general desire later on, but it would have probably expressed itself in some way even without that. How about you?

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9 hours ago, Mistress Kang said:

Where did your fetish origin? Did it happen in your teens? Your mid-life years? I know there's a social media/porn influence for those in their 20s, but I think there's some relation with fetishes/hypersexuality for those in their mid-life years due to a change in dopamine. I'm curious to hear your experience and thoughts.

My mother had a bad temper & from time to time...beat me !

I recall as a young child returning home from a store w her - I can across the street against the stop light -!-  

Her ominous words to me -" Now you're really gonna get it !!"

And I really did w slaps to my face and head. And hard whacks to my bottom !!

Then - after the beating was over - She felt bad - held me close as I cried and she would say -" On - don't cry...mama doll !"

So - I associated getting a beating with.. Getting nurturing !!!!-    Kinda makes sense !

Adam 

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I first tied myself up at 5 o 6 years old.  It was naptime and I wrapped myself with a few belts to pin my arms to the side and force my legs together.  That drug of divine helplessness was there from a pre-sexual age (if there is such a thing).  It's now a magnet dragged along through the years and picking up other fetishes that entail helplessness.  Nonconsensualism, forced feminization, forced consumption.  But starting from whatever is only freed in my brain after I have been tied up. 

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At my youngest I fantasized about women who knew more and even the idea of being a boy toy sounded appealing even if I didn’t fully know what that entailed, add in an entire school life of being in uniforms too.

that being said a lot of porn I watched was not at all femdom related really, and much later in life I just ended up looking at kinkier or just different stuff over time and gradually became curious. Add in being single without actively looking and experimenting with different ways to get off and I ended up at sissy stuff from time to time. 

The fortress has been a great safe place to explore this stuff!

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I was very interested in magicians when I was a kid.  It is its own separate art, but some magicians are also escape artists (like David Blaine and Criss Angel) and I always enjoyed seeing people trying to escape from straight jackets and chains underwater.  I guess that was my first exposure to bondage without fully realizing what it is.  Also, vanilla porn never quite "did it" for me and as I discovered femdom sites as I explored the late 90s web.  

I also have a huge tickling fetish.  I had a love/hate relationship when I was younger as I was always tickled by my friend's older sisters.  They would tickle so much that it hurt (literally) and it wasn't really that enjoyable.  

 

I remember a family incident when I was around 14-15 when I was visiting the home of one of my mother's friends.  Her son was getting married and her future daughter-in-law was there.  They were talking about wedding plans and what not, and I made a comment like "Oh my god, who cares?" and she gave me a mock serious look and said "James, I'm going to get even with you."

After dinner, I was laying on my stomach in front of the TV with my head on a pillow and arms folded underneath it.  I felt as thought a ton of bricks fell on top of me as I couldn't move at all.  She must have weighed about 200lbs. (she was taller and bigger than me at the time)  and she sat on my lower back completely immobilizing me.  She didn't say a word and just put her hands up my shirt and started tickling my armpits.  I couldn't move at all and I couldn't scream because my chest was pushed towards the ground and it hurt to laugh.  I managed to blurt out, "How much do you weight, a ton?"  BIG MISTAKE as she just moved her fingers to my sides.  It was probably about 3-5 minutes, but it felt way longer than that.

I managed to build up whatever energy I had and just rolled her off of me and she was laughing hysterically from it all.  She said to me, "Well, are you sorry?"  and I was hyperventilating from what happened.  I see this incident as making me realize that I had a tickle fetish, as deep down, I loved what happened to me and the humiliation factor as it happened in front of giggling ladies (my mom and her friend).

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One time at my older sister's birthday party at our house when she was turning like 15 maybe and I was like 11 or 12, her hottest friend who was a cheerleader and just really hot was there. Anyway I was riding a bike around the yards just kind of being a dick and trying to annoy them I guess, eventually they were chasing me and this girl (the cheerleader) pushed me off the bike onto the ground and pinned my wrists down and I could not break free even a little bit and then my sister and her other friends were all also standing over me and laughing and my older sister is a bitch and that's all good we have a good relationship now but anyway this hot cheerleader girl was laughing in my face and she even went "You're so weak" at one point and I don't think I've ever been that frustrated in my life. Then eventually she let me up. I think they maybe tickled me too but idr. So that's just like a very general femdom type memory I guess. And then if we're gonna get serious yeah the domineering/controlling type mother for sure, almost all of my memories of her are her putting me in "time-outs" or being locked in my room, although I also have 2 memories of her seeming genuinely really happy playing with me and she was/is a good mother. And then for cuckolding type memories, the first girl I ever liked dated one of my best friends. And then the second girl I ever liked (and first one I ever really, really liked) I asked to senior prom in high school (I was still a virgin and all that too) and she went with me but then at our friend groups' prom house she fucked my best friend while I was on shrooms for the first (and last) time so cuckolding stuff from that maybe. And then other various pains that you can fetishize and all that I guess. I feel good though I don't want that to read as looking for pity because I like my fetishes and I wish I had waaaay more. Also when I feel good the thing I most sexy to think about IS just normal sex and not abstractions of it so I don't actually think I'm messed up psychologically at all. 

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I don't know if I could tell you how it started, but I clearly remember the first time I realized my inclinations.

When I was very young (couldn't have been more than 6 years old) I was watching a cartoon where the villain captured our hero, tied him up, and began tickling his feet to extract information.  Even though it was a children's cartoon with no sexual innuendo at all, I remember being very aroused.

Obviously I didn't realize what it meant at the time, but looking back on it that was the first time I was "introduced" to my fetish.

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I remember this like it was yesterday, even though it probably happened 20 years ago.

My parents would hate for me to watch wrestling as a kid, so this is one of those instances where they were not home.

We still had WCW, and one of the wrestlers had his muse at ring-side. As he was losing his girlfriend kicked the other wrestler in the groin from behind. Like a really good hit :) when he was on the floor she also was able to pull his legs into the turnbuckle racking him again. The referees were probably high, to have missed all this action! At any rate when her man won and the other fellow was out cold she placed her boots on his chest.

Ive been looking for this clip online for a while, no luck yet!

Cheers to everyone who has shared, those are some great anecdotes!

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I think a lot of it originated from being raised by females. So it's kinda natural to want to obey. Also my mum would always say "It would've been better if you were born female", because she REALLY wanted a daughter and my personality/demeanor was effeminate. That implanted a desire to actually become one. I would try on any female clothing I found, nail polish, maxi pads, etc. Neither parent supervised me since one was busy with his affair and the other was deported. So I also watched a ton of gender-bender anime and sex reassignment surgery videos. Then puberty hit so now it's sorta just a personality and fetish thing.

Rape fetish probably awakened from a hentai called "Bible Black" there's a lot of BDSM undertones and rape scenes. This female also grew a dick and raped other females. I wanted to be the rapee so badly. It kinda mixed with everything else

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Great question and great sharings! Multi-bene for all of the honest testimonies. 

For me, there was evidence of prior sexual feelings, but as an 8 yrs old I heated a carrot and slowly slid it with lubricant where the sun don't shine. No explanation. Love ladies. But also liked warm penetrative butt attention. 

 

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When I was about 15 I somehow got the idea all on my own to use hot wax on my cock/balls.  I hadn’t seen this anywhere it was before the internet.  This led to shaving them bald.  I liked the pain and I loved how sensitive it was during masturbation.  

When I hit 16 I became obsessed with being exposed outdoors.  My parents house bordered on a small forest, we had paths and BMX bike jumps out there.  I began going out at night and stripping nude to see how far I had the balls to go. When I hit my limit I’d madturbate, after I came I was overcome with shame I liked that feeling but didn’t know why.  So it progressed to the point where I would leave all my clothes behind and hike an hour nude.  Occasionally I’d get to the side of the highway Rte 80 in NJ, I’d walk out there totally exposed.  As my need for a thrill continued I started doing the wood hike in daylight- almost caught several times.  It wasn’t until I got to college that it all came together.

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On 5/16/2019 at 7:58 AM, ConsentOptional said:

I first tied myself up at 5 o 6 years old.  It was naptime and I wrapped myself with a few belts to pin my arms to the side and force my legs together.  That drug of divine helplessness was there from a pre-sexual age (if there is such a thing).  It's now a magnet dragged along through the years and picking up other fetishes that entail helplessness.  Nonconsensualism, forced feminization, forced consumption.  But starting from whatever is only freed in my brain after I have been tied up. 

Anything forced is always fun to play out at the Fortress ?

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On June 21, 2019 at 3:34 PM, Mattzilla said:

When I was about 15 I somehow got the idea all on my own to use hot wax on my cock/balls.  I hadn’t seen this anywhere it was before the internet.  This led to shaving them bald.  I liked the pain and I loved how sensitive it was during masturbation.  

When I hit 16 I became obsessed with being exposed outdoors.  My parents house bordered on a small forest, we had paths and BMX bike jumps out there.  I began going out at night and stripping nude to see how far I had the balls to go. When I hit my limit I’d madturbate, after I came I was overcome with shame I liked that feeling but didn’t know why.  So it progressed to the point where I would leave all my clothes behind and hike an hour nude.  Occasionally I’d get to the side of the highway Rte 80 in NJ, I’d walk out there totally exposed.  As my need for a thrill continued I started doing the wood hike in daylight- almost caught several times.  It wasn’t until I got to college that it all came together.

How did it all come together? Share those juicy details with us. We wanna play too!

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Omg mine are pretty hilarious and depressing. Once 8 I realised my submissiveness was high gear. My crush I liked told me to pull down my pants for her prove I liked her. I did it without hesitation. YOLO. Everyone laughed as she called me a loser and walked away. I laughed too. At 13, I was becoming the chivalry guy. I opened doors pulled out chairs and did girls honework. At 17 I finally asked a girl out. To senior prom. She said "yes". I was ecstatic! I got roses chocolate rented tux a 2 hour limo. I went to pick her up at destination she said I called I wait 2 and a half hours. "Eh she's late, sick?" I didn't know. I left to prom single. (Hey I paid I may as well) I saw her there with a jock. Now mind you... I wasn't mad upset or anything. I was happy for her. Happy she wasn't sick. I went up and delivered flowers and chocolate. She snorts "no-one would date you loser. You don't even look jealous" (to be honest I wasn't not even a little) I quickly realized I wasn't even ashamed as she pubically said that near a lot of people. I shrugged walked away and realises I was hard... So I ate food calmed down danced like nothing happened.

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I realized my attraction watching Michelle Pfeiier as Catwoman in "Batman returns". I was eighteen and I had been reading American comics for some years and I found the superheroines' "fetish" costumes quite attractive, especially for characters like Storm... I had not quite realized that my interest for such characters and costumes was more than a kid's ordinary enjoyment in superhero adventures... Once I saw Tim Burton's film I was like "Oh, dear ! So that's what I really like !" A few months later I found the courage to go see a professional dominatrix (at the beginning, she was like "Uh, how old are you, exactly ?" :D) and, well, the rest is my personal history.

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I actualized my fetishes fairly late. When I was well past 40, a girlfriend I would meet in New Orleans would playfully twist my nipples and insert her fingers into my anus and twist while we had vanilla missionary intercourse. She challenged me to go further to "The Dark Side", and I did, having my first two hour BDSM session in New Orleans with a dominatrix and a dominant who owned a commercial dungeon in New Orleans. From then on, I regularly indulged.

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On 10/5/2019 at 8:27 AM, Marc Paris said:

I realized my attraction watching Michelle Pfeiier as Catwoman in "Batman returns". I was eighteen and I had been reading American comics for some years and I found the superheroines' "fetish" costumes quite attractive, especially for characters like Storm... I had not quite realized that my interest for such characters and costumes was more than a kid's ordinary enjoyment in superhero adventures... Once I saw Tim Burton's film I was like "Oh, dear ! So that's what I really like !" A few months later I found the courage to go see a professional dominatrix (at the beginning, she was like "Uh, how old are you, exactly ?" :D) and, well, the rest is my personal history.

I actually have a similar experience regarding my interest in BDSM! I was a big Transformers and DC cartoons fan when I was younger, and for some reason was especially interested in the episodes where there was some sort of bondage, torture or captivity situation. Never understood why I liked it, until one day I did.

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On 5/15/2019 at 9:41 PM, Mistress Kang said:

Where did your fetish origin? Did it happen in your teens? Your mid-life years? I know there's a social media/porn influence for those in their 20s, but I think there's some relation with fetishes/hypersexuality for those in their mid-life years due to a change in dopamine. I'm curious to hear your experience and thoughts.

I posted about this in another thread but I've no problem reiterating here. My fart fetish had come into being around the ages of 4-6, I was incredibly young. I was already enamored with big butts as fresh little kid with no shame. If it caught my eye, I was going to put my face in it ?. My fetish was born due to that and babysitter I had at the time who farted in my face lol. While I wouldn't say it was a fetish then, I certainly knew what I liked was much different than others. Wasn't until my early teen years did I actually get to experience it further and solidify it as my fetish.

 

For those who want the story here is my post in the other thread: Here

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    Either I was born with it or something happened in my first six years, because by seven I already had a thing for girls' feet. By ten, it was bad: one day, we had friends over; the girls and the boys were playing separately but once in a while the boys would kidnap a girl and tie her to a chair, playing pirates or whatever, innocently. There I was, tying this pretty girl one year older and much more mature. When I got to her feet, adorned with red nail polish, fascination, lust and worship instantly overwhelmed me. Within a split second I got mortified that my emotions, so powerful, would become uncontrollable if I touched her, revealing my kink. I abruptly rose and turned away, trying to conceal my glowing red face, and curtly muttered to the other boy to finish it, hoping neither had noticed the awkwardness, or at least that they would not understand its cause. At the same time I was already furious for letting pass that incredibly fortunate and rare opportunity. Those toenails are still etched in my memory, delicious torment.

    As for the submissiveness, the conflicting feelings when defeated by a pretty girl at a game appeared very early too: both wrath at being humiliated and that strange heat in my heart and abdomen telling me: "more !"

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