I Went To My First BDSM Party... And Here's What Happened

    My freaky friends took me to a BDSM party after midnight, and here's what I learned about myself and what you're still in denial about.

    What do you do when your friends invite you to a BDSM party?

    Here's the deal: The BDSM party didn't operate during regular business hours, so I had to plan accordingly.

    Doors open at 12:30 a.m., so I had plenty of time to do my research about what the BDSM party entails because I was nervous. I grew up a closeted, conservative Black man. This was 100% a new experience.

    My baseline knowledge of BDSM was rooted in extreme curiosity and what I saw in movies or read about in kinky romance novels. It was time to expand my knowledge beyond imagination and a Fifty Shades of Grey trailer.

    My initial thought was I was going to get into some Maggie Gyllenhaal and James Spader in Secretary kinky roleplay.

    To my surprise, BDSM stands for more than I realized. "BDSM is a shorthand term used to refer sexual behaviors that can be split up into the following groups of bondage and discipline, domination and submission, sadism and masochism."

    My kinky odyssey is one small experience in a world of many specific practices of BDSM, which are always performed in neutral, mutually consenting relationships, professionally or privately.

    I wanted to know the BDSM community beyond what is portrayed in the media, as it's often misconstrued or misrepresented. This was the case for the recently canceled Netflix show Bonding, which followed a young dominatrix's journey with her gay best friend/assistant.

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    As a bisexual Black man, I constantly battle perceptions of my dominance and submission in relationships. I'm assigned these roles and forced to challenge them or fall in line in many spaces without my consent.

    In BDSM, there is an emphasis on informed consent since many experiences involve different levels of pain, physical restraint, and servitude.

    The choice of dominance or submission is your own. The submissive focuses on trust and discovery, and the dominant focuses on skill and power.

    Good thing my freaky friends are part of the BDSM community. They agreed to join me in support to make sure I felt supported in my first experience.

    We rode some motorized scooters to a run-down warehouse deep in the forgotten regions of Downtown LA. It was in the trenches of the darkest places of society where everyone roamed the streets like zombies.

    The doorman looked like the gorilla bouncer from Who Framed Roger Rabbit. He was a towering, wide man with tight clothes and a square head. He glared at me and asked, "What's the password?" I had it memorized because I rehearsed every possible scenario in the mirror beforehand.

    The Roger Rabbit gorilla bouncer escorted us to a second room with a Cheshire Cat-faced man sitting behind a dimly lit desk beside a long velvet curtain, ready to receive our coin for entry. He was polite and intriguingly sinister, so I gave him my crispiest $20 to make a good impression.

    The eerie electronic music immediately transported me into an "Alice in Chains" Wonderland of black leather, mahogany wood, and cold metal. It looked like a sexy Hogwarts.

    The DJ booth was at the center of the room, dressed with dozens of melting candles, wrought-iron candelabras, and inverted crosses. The DJ's face was covered with a mask made of bloody skin. I hope it wasn't real, and I didn't want to find out, so I refrained from asking another stupid question.

    The room's furthest corners beyond the dance floor was a playground of bondage. People were kissing and dancing on leather, gold-trimmed couches. A polished sex swing with stirrups and a pillow stood behind them. A display of torture devices and a table of unique weaponry was nearby.

    I wandered to the bar to see what courageous potion could spell me into indulging in the surroundings. A whiskey in hand, I gravitated to the couches to observe. I was still nervous, but I wanted a closer look.

    Here's what I saw:

    A clown-faced woman in perfect makeup gave people permission to use a staple gun on her face.

    A shirtless, hooded dog-faced man crawled across the dancefloor, guided by a beautiful handler.

    A conservatively dressed couple navigated the sex swing, like two discombobulated flies trapped in a web.

    Finally, a gorgeous scarlet-haired dominatrix and her scantily dressed male assistant stood beside a dungeon array of gadgets and weaponry. This became the focus of my attention.

    I had the opportunity to be in control, requested, and monitored with care by a domme, unlike the torment of ridicule, prejudice of my childhood being a queer man in a conservative community.

    I asked if they both could join me. I wanted male and female attention, reflecting my sexual and spiritual desires.

    I pressed my face against the leather of the St. Andrew's cross, a large X like something out of an old-school movie about muscular heroes and Greek gods.

    This experience wasn't forced upon me. It was consenting. The excruciating pain tingled from my butt into my calves, down to my feet. It vibrated up my spine into the tips of my fingers. My seven piercings and seven tattoos were evidence I enjoyed unusual pain more than the average person, yet I was still surprised by my reaction.

    Suddenly, my inhibitions were deconstructed. I embraced my domme and her assistant for what felt like an hour-long minute.

    I met the neoprene puppy-hooded man and gently petted his head. He immediately submitted to me, whimpering and cooing into my chest like an actual dog.

    Another couple who looked like Isla Fisher and Hagrid from Harry Potter approached me. She led Hagrid the sub before me and instructed me to take hold of his harness, pooling him toward me, as she danced with her arms dangling like freckled parentheses at my side. The slightest tug drove him wild.

    The night was full of euphoric fun like we had just returned from the Matrix to witness Morpheus give his iconic speech.

    Why do we fear accepting a world a little less rigid and archaic? My entire being was received in this fantasy BDSM techno dungeon — desires and reality.

    I learned my BDSM adventure is not a monolithic excursion of a new identity. What I experience may not be the same for others. Everybody has their own kinks and interests.

    There is an entire world of BDSM culture of its own particular design for everyone involved. Even my perception evolved, although I never held any judgment against the culture. I definitely think I'm going back, and next time you should join me.

    Now, what would you do if your friends invited you to a BDSM party?