My very first BDSM experience left a bad taste in my mouth (figuratively). When I think back on it now, I find the absurdity of the memory hilarious:
Danzig was playing on repeat in the living room and was being serenaded by the barking of my play partner’s crated, hyperactive terrier, who was watching us. I was blindfolded and had a ball gag in my mouth, so my other senses were a bit heightened…
