Movies they wont make of me when i’m dead
Ok, deep title, but I was listening to a Bon Jovi cd last night (yes, torture for some 
) and then the words from the title struck me. Looking back over my life I have had anything but a normal one. To the outside world I am just an average IT joe, brought up normal, etc, etc. But, then if you look at my sexual life from about the age of 16, it is the stuff that people could never imagine. Even as early as 12 or so I knew I was different.
I knew if I got restrained I got excited. At first I had no idea but as I matured (relatively) I begin to drift into BDSM. It naturally attracted me. I devoured books on the subject, I began to meet people and to play, softly at first. Normal sex, was all well and fine…but kinky was an irremovable part of me and damn!, I was a kinkster through and through. I have experienced more fetishes than most people ever know.
I even hopped on a plane at age 22 to go and live with a kinky woman who was a switch. I stayed round for a couple of months, even got offered a job at Yahoo, but it all went pair shaped before I got in properly. I stayed around San Jose for a while sampling the delights on offer, met a few people with whom I will forever be indebted for teaching me the art that I posses and will practice till my dying days. Attending wild kinky parties in places the general public never knew existed, and probably still don’t. You won’t find them in any lonely planet guides.
I have learn’t how to take people to places they never knew existed, been asked to be a Pro Dom for people ( I declined ) I know how to use sadistic tools for pleasure and pain and as this progressed, I eventually moved across into Europe, the netherlands to be exact and I met a woman over there with who wanted to be dominated. We had a good time, we saw each other often, we had a mental bond and we pushed it to the max, whilst to the outside world appearing normal.
I can only imagine what the guy who read the guest book at the hotel we stayed in one night must have thought after she (my lady friend whom I don’t wish to mention, she is happy now) wrote “Wonderful hotel, wonderful night with two dominent men”.
Eventually the cost of flights to Amsterdam every week and the fact she had a new job elsewhere meant we fell out of touch. Then one day, purely by chance I had my icq on, that I had not done for ages, and my friend popped up. She had made no qualms about letting people in her life know her sexual persuasions, and she actively helped her daughter into the ins and outs of BDSM. She said that she had left her Master and was now free and single. Would I be interested in meeting her. I had met her before and she was simply stunning.
Before I knew what happened, we were chatting on ICQ every single day. The first meeting was electric. I’t was the most happy I had ever been. Words can hardly convey the happiness it brought us both. I then proceeded to become her Master and we had a lovely relationship, with the full backing of her parents. BDSM was even discussed at the breakfast table sometimes, ie “was that bruise from last night ” or ideas and feelings.
Meanwhile other people my age, at that time where out getting drunk, causing mischief and having plenty of one night stands and catching things.
Because both women had intimate knowledge of my kinks it was kind of strange when they compared notes. I didn’t mind for I was super happy.
Then we visited one of our regular clubs and had a first public scene. We had always played in public up till that time. You can read it here and as time went by we became more in love and more kinky than most people I know would ever dare to be
Alas all good things come to an end, as did this relationship. It was a good time. Thank you N, you know who you are 
Living life at 150% is how I like my life.
Now tell me thats the life of a normal 29 year old