JB – the early years

It’s a blog – so where else whould I pen thoughts about how things started in a kinky sense for me.

For me, growing up in the UK in the seventies, it was jackets that started things off. Ski jackets, snorkel parkas etc

C&A was full of the great jackets – seventies styled ski jackets – quite simple but very soft and shiny. I used to love shopping for a new one and despite the families lack of cash back then managed to acquire a few to enjoy. I used to love putting the jacket on backwards, as this gave me a huge expanse of the soft material over my chest and if you could do the zip up the back, fasten the neck fasteners then you felt a bit restricted – I guess my first movements towards bondage. Add a hood into the mix and hey presto – the backwards jacket took on a whole new meaning of bondage.

After playing with jackets for a bit I got into tying myself up in my jackets, mostly with the jacket on backwards. I would wait for the folks to depart to go shopping etc then would grab out everythign I needed for a bit of fun. Many a time I had very close escapes as the folks returned back a bit too early and I had a mad dash to free myself and clear up – usually just in time.

I don’t think they knew what I was up to – but who I am kidding – I would not be surprised if they turned around and told me they knew exactly what I was up to.

A few games at school added to my jacket fetish. Playing with a mate one day in the woods, we were both wearing our snorkel parkas when it was suggested we put them on backwards and tie each other up – kind of like a bondage game, but purely innocent. He was a bit nervous so insisted he tied me up first, so I put my snorkel parka on backwards, pulled the hood up, zipped it up all the way and let him tie my hands behind my back. Boy did he do a good job, as I could not free my hands. I really enjoyed the sensation, the darkness, the feel of it. I did not manage to get revenge as we found out it was later than we thought and had to head home. We never did revisit that game.

The web makes me quite jealous as I come across guys into the same thing, but enjoying themselves with others, something I never managed to do until later in life. I was always very self conscious and aware that the feelings I had were not normal and that one day I would grow up and grow out of these perverse feelings. If only I knew then what I knew now. This was before the internet took off and living in a small town did not give me the confidence to approach others and ask if they shared my interests. It took a move to the city and my introduction to the world wide web to seal that.

There are not many websites that have a focus on such interests. It seems the snorkel parka has a following, a couple of sites feature guys wearing ski gear backwards etc – but not many sites to mention.

A few great photographs found recently which show exactly the kind of thing I used to love as a kid – great jackets, shiny materials, hoods up and some bondage thrown in. I wish now, knowing what I do – that I could jump into a time machine and pop back to enjoy that period more fully. Oh well.

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So that’s me – looking back – I can hand on heart say it was the love of these jackets that led onto other things. I used to really love – and still do – the warmth of the jackets – the comfort factor for the bondage and the fact that such an everyday item of clothing could turn into something so kinky and enjoyable. I still hunt out great jackets that I can wear both in public and enjoy at home and have certainly enjoyed the return of the snorkel parka in the UK to mainstream fashion

Good old Detainer

I was looking around flickr the other day and I found some great photos that reminded me of the early experiences I had with my first real fetish shop.

2333042407_a7da5247a4_oDetainer, based in East London was a wonderful shop. They first came to my attention in one of the many fetish magazines you can get with some really amazing artwork. Great cartoon images enticed me in and gave me the impression that this was a shop I had to visit. This was before I got into the internet, as back then ( and not that many years ago ) the internet was not a big thing.

I remember traveling down to London one day. I had my own beat up car and had a few days free, so in the car I jumped and headed down to the capital. This was a big move, as I had yet to experience a fetish shop. I was part scared to death and part excited. Not being gay I wondered if I would have any problems when in the shop. All the crazy thoughts you get when you are young and new to certain things.

Well, with my heart in my mouth and after nearly turning back at the last minute, I ventured into the shop. I remember the smell was amazing. Rubber, and lots of it. The thing that I loved about Detainer was that they seemed to specialise in heavy rubber clothing and also had a great line in waxed material clothing (like the Belstaff jackets etc are made).

2279847681_129ede1f60_oThe staff there were so supportive. Here was this wet behind the ears guy coming in, with no money to actually spend on the things he really wanted, but drooling at the mouth at what was in front of him. I was told I could try anything, which for me at that point in my life (early twenties) was a big deal. Here was the reality to a lot of my fantasies.

2277595861_8f21ea7cec_oI tried on a couple of items, different variations of full suits. I left with the wonderful feeling of having a baptism into the real fetish world I wanted and I knew I would be back many more times, trying most of the stock.

And return I did, many times. My one regret was this was a period of my life where I did not have much money, so spending the couple of hundred pounds on a full rubber suit that my heart desired was out of the question. OK – I parted with small amounts on gas masks, gloves, tshirts etc – but nothing that I really wanted or that Detainer was so good at producing.

The highlights for me were the occasions where I got to try a couple of their straightjackets. The assistant happily strapped me into one of the wax cotton ones, left me for half hour to look around the store and came back to release me, then put me straight into a hooded rubber straightjacket that certainly made me sweat for the next half hour. Complete bliss. Later another visit marked a meeting that came good over the internet with Straightjacketed – and we both headed to the shop and helped each other try the many different styles of straightjackets, followed by a pervy chat in the pub. I am sure the locals must have wondered what we were talking about as we recalled our adventure.

Sadly, Detainer closed down. Just at a time when I had saved money to finally purchase some of the larger items. The shop assistants probably think of me as the kid who tried everything on and bought nothing. Well I was about to come good – honest, but the chance was taken away from me.<

So – what happened to the guys from Detainer – the guys who made the gear, the guys who ran the place. Does anybody know – are they the guys behind the other London stores – or behind one of the many internet shops nowadays.

Their quality of gear was stunning, and I would love to pop back in my time machine and buy the contents of the store.

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