When I was 22, I got involved with an older man who was 56. He got me into BDSM. I pretty well stayed naked at his house. There was very few times I wore clothes. Although he wasn't cruel or mean he had strict control. he locked my clothes up and I was only allowed to have them when he got them. I was just as much into it as he was. He couldn't believe how easily I submitted to wrist and ankle cuffs.. iI became completely submitted and became totally dependent on him. Eventually we got into ball busting. nothing really hard but my punishments he would just slap my balls with the back of his hand. I styed with him for a little over 3 years till I had to go home and take care of my parents on my dad got cancer and my mom got depressed.
About 12 years later. I was blowing glass. I blew a big bubble. It popped and I breathed all that glass dust. Originally I was in the ICU for 22 days and a couple weeks after that. I came home on oxygen and steroids. I was in the hospital with pneumonia and other problems a number of times.
Since that time not counting all the times as a kid I've probably been in the hospital 50 times about 30 for medical reasons and 20 for mental. I became institutionalized and it became a sexual fetish.
Also that year I made a friend and we were both on oxygen after we didn't need nurses or workers we started taking care of each other and screwing on oxygen. Home health became a fetish. You can read that story it's a true story.
Being in the hospital and having the nurses taken care of me, wearing scrubs and slipper socks, having my clothes taken from me, being restrained to the bed because I would get out of bed too much or fall, being restrained to the bed because I tried to leave when it was mental, and what's up other little things that turn me on.