…had a secret master / slave, B&D / S&M relationship for almost two years. I was the bottom guy. Long story short: We met at a sex club in lower Manhattan (that exists no longer). We met privately to ‘play’ together about once a week on average, and sometimes in clubs and private parties. We “experimented” with a lot of things, including breath-control and electrodes. Eventually I got too weirded out by the experience and gradually distanced myself from my ‘master.’ We remained friends for a while, then he moved away and we lost communication.
I was thinking about it the other day, and it dawned on me that literally nobody from my ‘normal’ life knew anything about this relationship. I never discussed it with anybody outside of that scene. Had I been killed by this guy (not that I thought that would ever really happen), it’d be like one of these “Law & Order” episodes in which the victims’ “secret double life” gets exposed, and all the people who knew me in my regular day-to-day life would gasp and say “I had no idea! He didn’t seem like that at all!”
I directed porno films out in the San Fernando Valley back in the early 80s. Did well over a hundred. Then the whole Traci Lords thing happened and I went back to school and switched to a computer career. It’s not something I normally talk about.
I know someone that was captured in NYC years ago at a leather bar. Spent close to two years chained to someone’s radiator.
On a much sillier note, I once acquired a retired pay phone. Dialed the number on its dial (ah, for the old days when you could receive a call at a pay phone) and when someone’s answering machine picked up, said “We have your phone!” and hung up.
