No thank you. It is hard for me fo understand the "pleasure" of nipple claws, ball stretchers, whipping rods ans being treated like shit. The opposite role (to me the dominant one) also does not appeal to me. I just want uncomplicated fun.
Once I was invited to visit Berlin. I thought it would be a quickie: flying from Eindhoven Airport to Berlin Schönefeld and a couple of hours later strolling at the Nollendorfplatz but no, the friend wanted to go by car. Reason: he had a whole arsenal of leather, ironware and woodwork with him, which he needed to transport all the way to Berlin to have an evening of lustfull sex.
Pffff... I just had a Levi's 501 and a t-shirt and that was it. Enfin, that night in the club ended in the showers. The chaps, the body harnasses, the caps, the face-masks, the boots, all went off and what I alsaw were just hairy dudes wirh balding heads, some fatty lovehandles and a blubby ass. Just an accountant from Nürnberg or a bus driver from Charlottenburg. I could not escape the thought that the SM scène was just a kindergarten with fancy dressing parties. No offense intended, boys. ;-)