Most blogs cover the classic kinks, but that's been done repeatedly. This one is different. These are weird kinks, rare fetishes, advanced BDSM practices you won't find in your average subreddit recap. They exist, people engage in them, and they deserve the same honest, shame-free exploration as any other aspect of sexuality.

You’re not going to see “just communicate and use a safe word” repeated here twenty times. You already know that. This blog goes past surface level curiosity, and into what these kinks actually involve physically, emotionally, and logistically.

And let's just move past the word "weird", no hate here! I think the weird is good. Why be like everyone else when you can be weird.

People fall in love with buildings, clocks, bridges, you name it. They touch, kiss, masturbate with or in front of them. Some go as far as forming lifelong relationships with an object.

A woman once married the Eiffel Tower and took its name. There’s usually no need for penetration, the point is connection and response. Some stroke with fingers, some grind or rub, some keep the object pristine and just watch.

Submissives, often called “pay pigs,” willingly hand over money, gifts, or financial access in a negotiated exchange where spending is the submission.

Findommes (financial dominants) might demand tributes, humiliate their subs for being “worthless” or “broke,” and can impose punishments for missed payments. This kink lives mostly online, but in-person financial domination exists too through shopping trips, wallet handovers, and rent payments. Real findom scenes involve boundaries, limits, and trust just like any other kind of advanced BDSM.

This one uses a peeled piece of raw ginger, usually shaped into a plug, inserted anally or vaginally. Within minutes, the person feels an intense, hot burning sensation. Not chemically harmful, but very real. It stings. It pulses. It forces attention.

There’s no off-switch. Unlike spanking or clamps, figging doesn’t stop when the Dom pulls away. The ginger takes over and locks the sub into a physical state unable to negotiate the pain.

In some scenes, figging pairs with restraint, spanking, or posture training. The ginger amplifies everything, muscles clench, breath patterns change, and focus narrows. That raw, organic burn becomes a kind of internal discipline. Some people find it cleansing, while others lean into the humiliation factor. Either way, this one isn’t for beginners or casual dabblers.

This one gets misunderstood. Somnophilia involves sexual arousal from interacting with a sleeping (or pretending-to-sleep) partner. Consent is still non-negotiable. The scenes get pre-negotiated while awake and replayed later with one partner pretending to be unaware.

The appeal lies in control, vulnerability, and being “taken” without needing to perform. The sleeper stays passive as the active partner controls the pace, intensity, and experience.

Some couples use sleeping pills, blindfolds, or heavy bondage to simulate unconsciousness while others use breathy whispers and slow undressing. It’s not voyeurism or assault. The key is mutual trust and detailed planning. Consent must be rock-solid and reversible. Done right, somnophilia opens up intense emotional dynamics like guilt, thrill, and release, under absolute safety.

This kink centers on size imbalance. One partner is imagined to be a giant, the other microscopic. It’s usually fantasy-driven, but tech and toys bring it closer to the body.

Macrophilia scenes can include trampling, crushing play (real or staged), voice domination (“You’re so small I could step on you”), or roleplay involving food, furniture, and body worship. Some use camera angles and VR. Some build tiny model cities to stomp through.

The psychology varies depending on the dynamic of the couple. For micro subs, arousal often comes from helplessness and awe. For macro doms, it’s about unmatched scale and unstoppable control. No toy replicates the size difference, but giant dildos, inflatable gear, or body expansion roleplay get close. It’s niche, but far from rare in kink spaces.

Blow it up. Rub it. Sit on it. Pop it. Or don’t. Balloon fetishists, often called “looners,” eroticize balloons in dozens of ways. Some crave the pressure and tension before a pop. Others melt at the smooth texture and latex scent. Some won’t pop them at all, instead it’s about care, not destruction.

The sound, build up, and inflation all matter. A balloon straining under pressure becomes a metaphor for anticipation and release. It’s tactile and sensory, but also psychological. People bond with the objects, and some even name them.

In advanced looning scenes, balloons might be inserted, straddled, or arranged around the body. Consent, again, matters because loud pops can trigger fear or trauma responses. But for those who love the buildup, nothing else quite scratches the itch.

Start with plastic wrap, latex, bondage tape, or sleepsacks. Wrap the entire body, layer by layer, until limbs are sealed tight and voluntary movement is completely gone. Vision can be blocked. Hearing dulled. Speech restricted. What’s left is stillness and total power exchange.

There’s no wiggle room, literally. You feel heat building under the wrap, and every breath is conscious. Touch, if allowed, gets amplified. Couples often add teasing, temperature play, or psychological edging to get in the mood. Some partners just hold space for the immobilized person to drop deep into a subspace trance.

Safety checks are constant. Pre-negotiation is detailed. Panic responses get accounted for. When it works, mummification can trigger intense physical release or deep emotional surrender. It's a full-body experience with no shortcuts.

The scene ends when the dom walks out the door, turns off their phone, or deletes the sub from a shared app for a day, a week, or sometimes longer.

Everything gets planned in advance. Safe words, expectations, limits. But the break itself feels real, which is the point. It hits the nervous system like panic and grief. The body floods and the brain rewrites. Some people cry, some get intensely aroused, a few do both at once.

You breathe when you’re told and stop when you’re told. Nobody touches your neck. The only thing keeping air out is your own will.

It starts with a command such as “Hold it.” The sub obeys by not breathing, not squirming, and not panicking. Some people reach orgasm faster under pressure and others just ride the adrenaline and drop into subspace.

Risk is lower than traditional choking, but the intensity spikes fast. Safe practice means clear limits and short holds.

You don’t have to want these kinks to respect them. Curiosity doesn’t mean commitment. But if we’re serious about normalizing differences, we’ve got to quit putting the same five kinks on a pedestal while everything else gets whispered or ignored.

These aren’t punchlines. They’re part of real lives, real routines, and real relationships. Some build rituals while others blow up shame. All of them deserve room to exist without judgment.

Think of these kinks as not extreme, just real. In the kink world, real is what gets hot.