I've been trying to explain my fetishes to my husband. (Believe me, there's LOADS of them)
He's not stupid and worked in the sex industry for years as a Transvestite Dominatrix (not my thing) whipping and humiliating paying 'guests' and was very popular.
He can't get his head around my fetishes no matter how much I try to explain that it's all to do with objects, materials, etc.., not people.
I can't help it when I see a tight leather-clad biker (race leathers, not BLUF) driving past or a group of scallies in their shiny hooded trakkies or a jogger/cyclist in shiny tight lycra, and it makes my dick get hard - It's not the person, it's the gear they're in.
I do watch a lot of porn, mostly to feed my fetish needs, and I have shown him various videos. I showed him one of a guy in full motocross gear wallowing in a pool filled with slime/lube all on his own - he couldn't understand what someone would get out of that. I do understand - only too well.
It's like the 'sex' things he can get his head around, but the solo 'play' things other than a wank he can't. I've been using masturbators for years along with lubed leather gloves and he never had an issue with that, although I was ALWAYS fully geared up at the time.
I can't do sex without some fetish trigger being involved.
Sweat is another of my fetishes, though I don't like to be too hot so it's a delicate balance to stay comfortable. He knows I love hi-viz workie gear (yellow or orange, but not mixed) and I occasionally used to layer up, lube up and play for hours building up a sweat inside the suit - all done lying down, and when I stood up, litres of sweat would run down inside the suit and fill up my boots (matching wellies). He doesn't get that one either.
I love sleeping in gear (usually layered trakkies, with all the trimmings down to trainers, baseball cap and gloves), and I'm doing this every night now. This, he doesn't seem to have a problem with.
Last night I was about to go in the bath - (naked for a wash as opposed to a play in gear) and he came up behind me with a bucket of water, poured it over my head and left. I just burst out laughing. When I was finished, I told him his mistake - He should have done it when I was dressed, not naked.
I am sure he will (eventually) accept all my fetishes and just let me get on with them as and when I desire, but for now, he is more than a little confused with the whole lot.
What will he make of it when I retire to my new playroom and spend hours playing with my life-size male sex doll ??
It won't be long before I find out................