How I Finally Explored My Kinks with an Escort

I still remember the exact moment everything changed.

It was late on a rainy Tuesday night in Hobart. I had been by myself in my tiny apartment, bored and a little lustful, watching videos on my phone. Then, almost by chance, I clicked on a video.

I'm not sure what I was expecting, but it might have been something ordinary, something I'd seen a hundred times. However, this was not like the others. The man she was with appeared completely enthralled with the woman on screen, who exuded a quiet confidence. Their chemistry was lighthearted but unpolished. Then, right in the middle of it, they started doing things that I had only half admitted I wanted.

Light bondage. taunting. Use power to your advantage. Yes, I had seen similar content in videos before, but this time it felt different.

I wasn't just watching; I was seeing myself there.

By the time the video ended, my mind was spinning faster than my heart was pounding. I realized that watching it wasn’t enough anymore.

The Frustration of Fantasies You Can’t Share

The days after that were strange. Everything felt the same… and yet, completely different.

I went on a couple of dates, but nothing serious. Lovely women, funny, pretty—but every time things got even a little bit intimate, the memory of what I’d seen played like a loop in my head.

I tried, gently, to bring it up. “Ever been curious about bondage?” or “What do you think about a bit of power play?” But the reactions were always polite, sometimes awkward, often dismissive.

One woman just laughed and said, “Oh, you mean like Fifty Shades? That’s not really my thing.”

Another looked almost scared, and I immediately backtracked, embarrassed.

It felt like hitting a wall over and over again.

I’d discovered something that turned me on in a way nothing else had before—but sharing it felt impossible.

Late-Night Searches and Restless Thoughts

Nights were the worst.

Lying in bed with my headphones on, I would rewatch the same videos, hoping the pictures would be enough. And they were for a time. But the truth kept coming back: watching was not the same as doing.

I began searching Google for things I had never dared to type before, such as "how to explore kinks safely", "hire escort in Hobart" and "hire escort for bdsm first time". I ended up on Locanto.

Finally Finding Her

I must have read advertisements, profiles, and brief biographies for hours on end. Some sounded surprisingly real, while others were cold or fake.

Then I noticed hers.

She called herself Aarushi. The ad wasn’t flashy—just a couple of photos and a paragraph about how she enjoyed helping people explore “the softer side of BDSM and kink.”

I sat there staring at the screen for a solid ten minutes before I dared to message her.

And then another fifteen before I actually hit send.

I was terrified.

Not about the idea of meeting an escort, surprisingly—but about telling a total stranger what I wanted.

The Message That Changed Everything

My first message was clumsy:

“Hi, I saw your ad. I’ve been curious about some things I saw in a video… bondage, teasing… I’ve never tried them before, but I really want to. Sorry if this sounds weird.”

I almost didn’t expect an answer. But she replied less than an hour later:

“That doesn’t sound weird at all. Thanks for being honest. Tell me a bit more about what you liked and what you’re hoping to try.”

That one reply did something none of my dates had done: it made me feel safe to say the truth.

Talking About Fantasies Out Loud

We ended up messaging back and forth for days.

For the first time, I put words to the half-formed thoughts in my head:

How the idea of being lightly tied up excited me.

How I was scared of doing something wrong, of looking stupid, of not being able to get out of my own head.

Aarushi listened—really listened. She asked questions I never expected:

“Do you want pain or just the feeling of being restrained?”

“Do you want a safe word?”

“How do you imagine the scene starting?”

Every answer made the fantasy feel less abstract, more real—and somehow, less terrifying.

And It's the Day

When we finally set a date, my nerves were like a second heartbeat in my chest.

I almost cancelled. Twice.

But I didn’t.

And when I knocked on her apartment door, hands sweating, heart racing, she opened it with a calm, easy smile that made me feel, just for a moment, like I wasn’t doing something completely crazy.

Living the Fantasy

To ease the tension, we started off by talking over tea, laughing, and making awkward jokes. The discussion then gradually turned to our planned topic.

"Are you still comfortable with what we discussed?" she asked.

"Yes" I whispered.

When she wrapped soft rope around my wrists, I was afraid I would lose my mind. I let go of something instead. The pressure to perform and the embarrassment all disappeared.

My skin tingled as she teased me with deliberate, slow touches and ear whispers.

For the first time, I wasn’t worrying about looking silly or saying the wrong thing.

The things I’d watched a hundred times in those videos were happening to me. And it wasn’t perfect. We had to adjust the knots, and at one point, I giggled nervously. But none of that mattered.

It felt real. And it felt right.

Aftercare and Reflection

When we finished, she untied me gently, asked how I felt, offered water, and sat with me until my breathing slowed.

That part—the aftercare—was something I’d only seen briefly in some videos, but experiencing it was different. It made everything feel complete.

I left her apartment lighter than I’d felt in months.

What I Learned About Myself

I didn’t become a new person overnight. I still watch those videos, still get nervous about talking kinks with dates.

But that night taught me something:

It’s okay to be curious.

It’s okay if some people aren’t into the same things.

And sometimes, exploring safely with someone experienced—like an escort—can be the difference between fantasy staying locked in your head and becoming something real.

Walking Home That Night

I remember walking home, the city lights soft and blurred by rain, thinking:

“I actually did it.”

Not because I’m braver than anyone else, but because I stopped waiting for the perfect partner to read my mind—and decided to try, safely and openly.

The rope marks faded after a few hours, but the memory stayed.

Even now, when I see a BDSM video pop up on my screen, it’s not just a what-if anymore.

It’s a reminder of what’s possible when you stop being afraid to ask for what you want.