Young Richard had just discovered his same sex loving component and it reallyh shook up his world. He moved to the big city (Atlanta) where there were many exciting things not to be found back home in Savannah.
Like adult bookshops. I never became a habitué. But it was a good place to begin the study of homosex.
Back then there were these really trashy, sleazy sex tabloids. I bought one. It was filled of things not dreamed of in my philosophy. Like butt plugs. Who knew such things existed. Why did they exist? (Something I’ve yet to understand.)
There were things that grab my imagination and would color my BDSM fantasies forever.
There was a crude drawing of a man in bondage. His neck collar as connected to a testicle collar. Movement would pull at his balls or squeeze his neck.
I’d just discovered predicament bondage. Maybe the drawing is why my testicles are so deeply connected with submissive emotions (otherwise they are just there unless I – ouch! – bump into something).
The response of my internal plethysmograph testify to how testicle bondage excites me.
