They call it paraphilia; I call it DNA. From a childhood backyard ‘clubhouse’ to the digital birth of a Master – this is how I left the vanilla world behind to become who I was always meant to be. It’s a journey beyond the ‘normal,’ proving that we are many, we are not sick, and we are finally taking our place in society.
Looking back, it was always clear: Kink is my world. I remember my elementary school days vividly. My best friend back then – who, funnily enough, grew up to be a PE teacher – and I used to play in his family’s massive, overgrown garden. We had our own ‘clubhouse’, where we’d invent games where the loser got his ass swatted with a yardstick. Want to guess how many times I lost? Zero. Even then, I was the one making the rules.
I also have crystal-clear memories of my first “piss play” experiments in the shower and toilet, involving cling wrap and a lot of curiosity. I was 8.5 years old. I know the exact age because I can still see that specific bathroom in my mind; it was a temporary apartment we stayed in while our new place was being renovated.
Obviously, these weren’t “sexual” acts in the traditional sense. But looking back, they prove one thing: Kink has been in me since childhood. It’s not a learned behavior; it’s a deep-rooted identity.
Hi everyone, I’m MasterMarc. I’m hitting the 50s, and yes, I’m the guy behind KINKFINITY (fka sadOsam). For me, Kink is an essential part of life – definitely not something we need to hide. If you think you’re the only “pervert” for miles or that your desires belong to some tiny, weird minority, let me “disappoint” you: We are everywhere.
Science has our back. According to the 2017 ‘Canada Study‘ by Joyal & Carpentier, 47% of the population has an active interest in Kink. Researchers call this paraphilia – sexual interests that deviate from the statistical “norm.” The study also shows that one third have actually engaged in kinky acts at least once.
So, you and I? We aren’t the exception. We make up nearly half of society. There is zero reason to hide. And yes, we are now officially “sane.” It took a while, but in 2019, the WHO finally declassified BDSM as a mental disorder (effective Jan 1, 2022). Be honest: Did you feel yourself suddenly becoming “healthy” overnight during your New Year’s party a few years back?
According to the WHO, a “paraphilic disorder” only exists if there’s no consent, if the person is suffering immensely from their own desires, or if there’s a risk of serious injury or death. Let’s be real: those are just the basic rules for good BDSM that we kinky folk have lived by forever. For me, they are the absolute foundation of our lifestyle. What the bureaucracy finally figured out in 2022 has been my law from day one: Responsibility and Respect. You can only push the intensity to the max if the framework is rock-solid.
I’m part of the first “computer kid” generation, but I was in high school at a time when the internet didn’t just hand you BDSM info on a silver platter. That had its downsides, but one huge advantage: you had to think for yourself.
Like many of you, chats were my gateway into the Kink universe – via IRC and ICQ (if those names even mean anything to you today). Back then, you had to actually work to find your community and build your knowledge; there were no bite-sized tutorials. When I entered one of those dark fetish chatrooms for the first time and had to pick a nickname… MasterMarc was born. Don’t ask me why I chose “Marc”, but that name has been my Kink Identity ever since.
I know what you’re thinking: “Not even 20 and already a Master?” Yeah, we all know the megalomania of that age. 🙂 But to answer the unasked question: No, I never had a “sub” phase. That’s not because I look down on it – not at all. It’s simply because I don’t have submissive needs in me. Sometimes I wish I had lived through that side intensely, because as a Dom, it helps to know exactly how things feel on the other end of the whip or the ropes.
I had to compensate for that “gap” in my development differently: with deep empathy, the ability to read people instantly, and-crucially-by testing every new experience on myself first. Plus, I sought out knowledge from experienced, personal mentors. As we all know, neither porn nor kink fiction are good teachers.
Finally being online, I realized I wasn’t alone. Even better, there were people looking for exactly what I had to offer, my perfect counterparts. But to be honest, at the start, it was all “head cinema.” When I actually ended up in bed back then, it was still very much vanilla.
Then came “Cyber Play,” which felt incredibly real at the time, even if you never knew for sure if the person on the other end was actually following orders. But the mere possibility that they were, sometimes backed up by a proof photo, changed everything. That was the moment I realized the weight of being a Master. You have to be ready to carry the responsibility not just for your own actions, but for the actions of your slaves. If you give an order, you are responsible for the consequences. Period.
During university, I got my first own apartment. That new level of privacy was a game-changer. It was also the time my Dom side finally broke through into real-world sex. I was with my vanilla boyfriend at the time, and a cozy moment suddenly turned into a playful scuffle. Suddenly, I was pinning his arms down, pressing my cock against his face: “Blow me if you want to be let go!” He laughed and talked back. Why are bottoms so bratty? 😉 But that provocation is often exactly what’s needed to evolve. That’s when my first pair of handcuffs- bought months prior (my first kink toy) – finally clicked shut. What followed was the best blowjob of my life. To this day, I don’t know if he was a natural or if it was just the intensity of the moment.
Everyone starts small, but that was the real starting gun for my kinky life. From there, everything evolved – my skills, my equipment, and eventually, the spaces I built to live this lifestyle without compromise. It was a journey in stages: from occasional fun to regular action, into full-on SM relationships, and finally, long-term Total Power Exchange. I’ve lived and reflected on every step of that path. But I’ll tell you more about that another time.
What I want to leave you with today is this: moving from hidden fantasies to a lived lifestyle isn’t a sign of instability – quite the opposite. Science proves it. The ‘Sex in Australia‘ study (Richters et al.) trashes the old clichés. It proves that Kinksters are, on average, psychologically healthier and often have much better communication skills than the general public.
In the words of the researchers: “People who engaged in BDSM were more likely to be satisfied with their sex lives and less likely to be unhappy with their relationship.”
Kink doesn’t just make sex better; it leads to more stable, satisfying relationships and gives us all more self-confidence. Why? Because we talk. We negotiate. We explore ourselves. We reflect. And we are honest about who we are.
So, don’t hide. Live your desires. Be yourself.
MasterMarc
P.S. Low res, high intensity. These are vintage pics from the deep dungeon. The lighting was dark, the play was real, and the memories are sharper than any 4K scan.
