The first person I got kinky with was a sinewy coke dealer living uptown. He was a mid-twenties version of Gary Dourdan.
I can't remember how it started, how long it went on for, or what we were on that night, but it was awesome*.
All but the bathroom light was off in the apartment. Moon and streetlight from outside filled in a few blanks. We'd wrestled in the living room... or rather, he'd pinned me. I probably weighed ninety pounds soaking wet at the time, so I was particularly easy to manhandle. At some point, I got my hands on a length of bicycle chain (he biked everywhere... it was weird.) I told him I'd hit him with it.
"Come here," I said, smiling and beckoning with the same hand from which the chain dangled. He laughed and danced out of reach, retreating into the darkness of the bedroom.
I followed slowly. I liked the dramaticism of it. The building tension. I can still hear the chain dragging over the wood floor as I walked the long hallway: past the kitchen, with his little black cat hiding near the stove. I stopped by the open bathroom door, standing in an island of light, not two feet from the bedroom.
I sing-songed for him to come out, taking tiny tiptoe steps towards the doorway. I could just make him out: a sliver of olive flesh visible in the space between the open door and where it joined the wall.
I shot around the door like a woman possessed, lifting one arm and then bringing the chain down, an inch from his long toes. It made a sound that was half clang and all terrifying. He yelled "Fuck!" and slipped out form his hiding spot, skittering along the wall.
We ended up on the bed, me on top, knees on his arms, and leaning down to press the chain across his neck. His face darkened with the struggle to breathe. And I will never forget the wild look in his eyes: the "Oh shit!" moment that rolls over you when you can't grab that necessary gulp of air.
So. Hot.
Needless to say, he did get to breathe again, and we fucked like rabbits. And he was covered in scratches, bruises and bites the next morning.
And that is where it all began!
*While it was awesome, I do not condone doing anything more complicated than light spanking while under the influence of drugs. (And if you're on PCP or something else that is just extra fucking crazy, you probably don't even want to do that much. You might end up peeling the skin off of someone's ass and feeding it to your dogs or something.)