What triggered your fetish(es)?
 

I know it can be hard to remember but when did you first realise you had a fetish for a particular thing?

I'm pretty certain where mine come from and if you'd like to know. Then comment below saying so.

But back to the point, do you know where your fetishes originally started from?

Well, let's see...I have quite a few fetishes, but this springs to mind:

Most people would probably cringe from this story, and I'm not proud of it myself, but I learned that I was excited by watching a person experience pain (and knifeplay, drawing blood) as the result of an experience with my first boyfriend. We were both teenagers, but he was two years younger than me. He had some issues with depression and, upon my inquiring about his experience with self-injuring, he asked me if I wanted to watch him slit his wrists sometime. At first I was freaked out by the sight and couldn't watch the whole thing but listening to him sigh and groan and hiss while I looked away excited me. Later on, I asked him if I could watch him do it again, becoming entranced by the beads of blood and the puckering skin and the sharing of some strong emotions as he shared something with me that he felt was shameful, yet provided him with powerful release.

Fast-forward to when I was seventeen. I was playing online with a guy much older than me, but didn't let him know how old I was (this was my first time actually playing with someone much older than me, and I grew a taste for older men, in part, through him). We met through Milovana as a result of some teases I'd put out, I shared with him that I actually liked more brutal stuff but was too insecure to actually broadcast that in a tease. He shared that he was interested in taking whatever I could dish out. We had exchanged some correspondence where I had him beat his abdomen with the handle of a crop until he was able to broke skin. He was pretty fit and up for the task, and sure enough, an hour or so later, I had a picture of his abs all bruised and bloody from the beating. I wouldn't say he triggered my sadism (my first bf and Kink.com probably had more to do with that bit), but I think that through him I was able to put a name to it.

Well done for sharing, it's certainly an interesting way to get into a fetish

I think it just started as a sensory thing.

When I was as young as ten maybe even less, I put keys in underwear and sat in the pain. I put legos out and laid on them. I tied myself to chairs and things. I gave myself painful wedgies..probably more

What I remember is that every year my family would take a trip to the beach and as I was starting to like women I started to realize that I was paying much more attention to their feet and that's when I got my fetish but I don't remember when

For me, the love of blindfolds came from the mind trip they can give you. It takes you into a different head space. The fact that even when I am working by myself it takes some control away from me. It is both breathtaking and at times scary.

Another way to look at it I did a blindfolded dare the other day and I lost myself in it. I could of unbound myself easily but I lost track of reality.

The love of kind of being taken against your will by someone evil definitely comes from how women are portrayed in the media. Being tied up while someone laughs at you, while still being admired for your beauty? That's a classic Abbie movie, princess movie, you name it. This was a theory of mine for a while, and my sister has some of the same little kinks that I do which just makes me think that it's true.

I still get kind of embarrassed thinking about mine, but here goes. When I was about 10 or so, I was in a play at my school. All the younger kids had to be in it as background people, so I showed up to get changed into my costume. I was one of the last people to show up, so I walked into the bathroom and it was empty. I figured there's no reason to go in a stall, so I stripped down to my underwear in the middle of the bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror and thought about what it'd be like to go outside in my underwear. I figured everyone would be in the auditorium, so I walked to the exit. It was just down the hall from the bathroom, not that far away. I was only wearing my socks and underwear, and I opened the door and walked outside. For the first time, I felt a thrill I will never forget. Right there, behind my school, I took off my underwear and threw them back inside the school. It felt amazing, until the door closed. I had to walk around the school in only my socks, but I manged make it back unseen (I think). Since, then I've always loved public stripping, and I never got that pair of underwear back.

Yeah I understand that

This makes complete sense to me too

Wow that's a great story Jake, thanks for sharing

It could have gone so much worse

I hate to be a bdsm stereotype, but I think it was probably an involuntary sexual experience as a child. It wasn't malicious, as the other child was only a few years older than me and it was likely just innocent curiosity about other bodies. But for a long time it was a shameful memory for me, the type that some people say triggers kinks later in life.

I was 10 when a girl paid me some sweets to pull my shorts and underpants
down so she could "See what I'd got"
It didn't mean much to me at the time, I got sweets so I was happy.
At 13 I let a friends daughter 'accidentally' see me naked, she didn't realise
that I knew, and I quite enjoyed that.
At 14 I was, genuinely, accidentally seen completely naked by a girl at school.
I ended up stripping completely in front of her and 2 of her friends a couple
of weeks later as they didn't stop pestering me about what happened. She
had told them but they didn't believe her.
I enjoyed that, they were quite surprised that I did it.
From then on I'd show almost any girl who asked, especially if they showed me
their underwear in return.
Thankyou to whoever had locked the girl's changing room when I was 14 so
a random girl saw me and set me on the road to random nudity :D

I think mine started when I was little playing with neighbor good kids, I was kind of the odd one out so always ended up being the one picked on. I would get ganged up on in games and always seemed to loose, the looser was given a punishment ( being tied up, made to do work or the others) and I think it just tuck with me.

Lol I still talk with a few of them we have a good laugh at it all, I wonder if I was the only one who kept something from thoes times.

That is a fantastic way to start off alright.

As long as I remember, I've had a thing about being powerless. It started with innocent comics, where (usually) the girl got tied up or abducted (Always girls; I could identify with them I guess).
Then, I started to tie up my Barbie dolls. I could draw pretty well from a young age and I drew my own comics. They all had the same theme; girls in precarious situations, often being humiliated. I really liked medieval scenes with the girl locked in the stocks, garbage thrown at her. I think I was about 10. I learned pretty quickly to hide these drawings. At that age I already knew I was a little different than most people. At around 12 I also knew that I liked girls too.

I still remember my first orgasm, it must also have been around 12. It was the first time I had tied myself up. Just my wrists and ankles with a shawl or something. I didn't even have to touch. It wasn't until a few years later that I knew what that lovely feeling really was...

I understand that, I enjoy being tied up too. Although my helplessness feeling would come more from being without clothes and the humiliation/risk that comes with that. Also the lack of control.

I think this is a very pertinent question; fetishes don't just come out of nowhere, there are psychological reasons for every fetish.

My nudity/embarrassment fetish arose from a specific incident, which was being strip searched. I walked out of that room a different person when it was over. The story, with all the details, is here: http://www.getdare.com/bbs/showthread.php?t=289169

Wow that's nuts, do you think you'd ever want to repeat that in private?

Well, as I say in the last paragraph of the story, I've indulged my fetish a bit over the years.

It is one hell of an exciting story, if you don't mind me saying.

My Daddy raped me when I was 12. He also gave me my first orgasm that day. I've had at least 1 orgasm EVERY day of my life since then. I'm a slut who's only real reason for being is cumming and making others cum.

Oh wow, I'm sorry to hear that

I don't mind you saying at all! ;)

So who is the person you have as your avatar?

So where did your fetish come from Andrew?

I honestly have no idea how I acquired my foot fetish. I just know it's something of the last 10 years or so and been growing stronger throughout that time.

I remember thinking when i was ten or so if i talked to dirty someone would use my mouth as their toilet. Since then ive done some self eating scat dares but chickened out when a guy offered to h3lp me with this fantasy. He only wanted someone to watch him take a shit. I offered to use my tongue to clean him up. Next time ill keep my mouth shut untill the time we are together.

Well one day I was working out, doing some ab work when I realized how easy it is to get my cock over my face. I'm not big or felxable enough to suck it but I was curious about what it feels like to get a facial, since I liked to watch alot of cumshot porn. So one day when I was especially horny I put my cock over my face and shot it all over. In the middle I even opened my mouth to get a taste. That lead me to look for cum eating dice dares (which I had seen a long time ago and thought "gross") and that led me to getdare, which opened up all the stuff I'm into now.

Would you be interested in general flexibility as well?

I had just lost my virginity and tried online dating. I met a man on their who I didn't know at the time was a dom. I had no clue what that meant at the time.Since I had just lost my virginity I was very curious about sex and wanted to try new things.

He would do things like choke me or tie me up and use toys and explain what he was doing and why he was doing it. Sometimes have others watch etc.Constantly pushing me to break boundaries that I had.

after that ended I carried those things with me into new relationships.

Very nice, do you still do daring things with Charlotte?

I've thought about this quite a few times before and I can never seem to pinpoint an exact time or moment. I read a lot of high fantasy growing up, and I always remember being upset when the damsel in distress would get away. I would write stories (fanfiction sometimes, which it wasn't labeled really back then) where every attempt to save the girl would fail, and she would remain a slave forever to the evil men. From a young age those stories were somewhat sexualized (I remember my 5th grade teacher telling my mom about them).

I also like to role play/play make believe with my siblings a lot. We would make up all kinds of games, and I would always volunteer to be captured or be the sacrifice. They would try to save me but I kept making it so I could never escape. My sister also used to put a dog collar on me and a leash and would walk me around and I would pretend to be a dog. Those play times were never sexual, but I realize now that I had that tendency for as far back as I can remember.

My first real experience of tying someone up and mildly humiliating them would be with my school friend. After school or sleepovers we would play silly games where we would tie each other up, eventually led to being naked. Or stupid who can cum the quickest dares etc...

It then seemed natural when I started dating girls to involve restraint and light bondage, tease/denial games and actually it was my first girlfriend who suggested this.

Didn't discover BDSM was a thing until later on and then it all kinda made sense.

M.V

A lot of my fetishes came from browsing the internet at a young age. I would look over porn or erotica. Though my first real experience with BDSM was this year actually. With the first boyfriend i dabbled a bit with bondage, but heavy BDSM came in June this year:)

I was cornered at 6 yo by some me junior high kids who pulled a knife and tried to get me to pull my pants down because they were going to cut off my dick. I was terrified, and then, fortunately, just as they were about to be pulled down, my sister showed up and they ran off.

Probably the start of a lot of stuff with me.

Though, before that, even, I had dreams about being barefoot in a pool and touching people with my feet and feeling funny as long back as I remember. (3 yo or so). I also learned, now looking back, that I probably had sensory processing issues. Going barefoot when I was young was intense and being barefoot on grass felt odd...icky...especially wet grass.

I was barefoot in a play at ten and felt like I was all but naked on the stage. Again it made me feel weird, but I didn’t understand it.

I have learned that I am very sensual and I have also sought out situations that replay the trauma and, occasionally, have worked with others who desire to have their traumas replayed.

All these feelings, even today, seem very primal, beyond normal feelings and emotions. I love pushing the edge and still seek a great master that will really push me and a sub who I enjoy exploring and that is open to the humiliation I want to impose.