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30 Days of Kink: Day 3 How did you discover you were kinky?

Funny story, i didn't actually discover i was kinky. Kamm helped me. Kamm was into BDSM and Dominant submissive (aka D/s) dynamic stuff before i was.  A good friend of ours got us onto the website fetlife. Fet is basically facebook for kinky people, it's one of my favorite websites. Through there we found an event that was happening on his birthday.  For various reasons i wanted to give him a really awesome birthday and thought this could maybe be fun. Of course i was terrified to go, but i did anyway. 

Once we were at the party (after a scare with the really loud doorbell and some trashcans outside) i saw a lot of people playing with rope. Rope seemed like something that i could get involved in. That party was the first time i was ever tied up and i fucking loved it. Fun chest harness, some work on my legs. The person who was topping me did try to suspend me but not very successfully, but that was ok. 

All in all, i haven't been involved in the BDSM lifestyle for very long at all. Less than a year at this point, really only 7ish months but it is awesome. The only exception i have to the above is pony play.  I've been interested in pony play since i was in highschool. I thought it was neat.
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