Everyone has an opinion about kink, and almost none of them begin with, “I’m curious.” The first time it came up with my friends, it was over dessert, which feels appropriate because Indians love processing discomfort with sugar. Someone asked, genuinely alarmed, “So it’s basically just hurting people, right?” Another waved their spoon dismissively and said, “Wasn’t that Fifty Shades?” And that was that.
Here’s the first myth to dismantle: kink in India is not one thing. It’s not a dungeon, it’s not a personality type, and it’s definitely not eight shades of collective moral panic. At its most basic, kink is a set of preferences, practices, and agreements about power and pleasure. Over the past few years, communities have been forming, people have been comparing notes, and yes, India even had its first Kink Con a few years ago.
So why do we still get it wrong? Shame. We inherit it like furniture. Our first reference point is usually spectacle. Strip away the theatrics, though, and kink is aggressively practical. It’s about safewords, checking in, aftercare, and saying things out loud that most of us would rather assume. In her book Speak Easy, sex educator Seema Anand says it plainly: consent isn’t a one-time “yes”; it’s an ongoing conversation.
But communication isn’t the whole story; otherwise, Indians would simply WhatsApp their way into better sex and be done with it.
A married woman I spoke to told me kink did something unexpected in her marriage: it made her husband ask. Constantly. “Are you okay?” “Do you want to stop?” “Do you like this?” She laughed when she said it and then added, “That level of attention was the most romantic thing he’s done in years.”
A young, queer man in Bengaluru told me kink forced him to stop blaming “chemistry” for every failed hookup. “We say there’s no spark,” he said, “when what we really mean is we didn’t talk.” The first time someone asked him what he actually wanted, he froze. “I realised I’d spent years performing desire without knowing my own.” Kink, for him, was less a fantasy and more a mirror.
Don’t hit the panic button
Which brings us to the question everyone usually panics about: pain and pleasure. How do you tell the difference without turning intimacy into a corporate offsite? You use signals. Safewords are the obvious ones — “red” means stop, “yellow” means slow down — but when speech isn’t an option, people agree on non-verbal cues: dropping an object, tapping a hand, a gesture that says pause. Experienced practitioners talk about watching breathing, responsiveness, and energy.
And yes, pain can be part of pleasure, but distress is something else entirely. Freezing, shutting down, going silent: that’s your cue to stop. After that comes aftercare: water, warmth, reassurance, and a conversation once everyone’s nervous system calms down. Which, frankly, is more emotional responsibility than most of us were taught in any context.
Zoom out, and this stops being about kink and starts being about culture. Indian intimacy runs on assumptions — who leads and who adapts. Kink’s real disruption is naming those roles, treating them as temporary, and allowing people to opt out. Before anything happens, there’s often a short checklist: what do you want, what don’t you want, what’s the safeword, what happens after?
A necessary disclaimer: kink is not a cure-all. It won’t fix a marriage that avoids conversations about money or childcare any more than yoga will if you never leave your house. But it does teach habits most relationships desperately need: how to ask, how to listen, and how to care once the mood has passed.
As a kink practitioner once told me, to simplify my understanding of it: think of kink like ordering a thali. “You negotiate the spice level, respect when someone’s had enough, and agree upfront on whether dessert is shared. But if you want to be serious, treat it like any other skill worth learning — with curiosity, humility, and the ability to stop when someone says stop.”
As Aili Seghetti, who leads Intimacy Curator, that organises kink events pan India, once told me on the sidelines of a foot fetish cruise she organised in Mumbai a few years ago, we have to be open about basic fetishes first before getting into more intense territory. “We need to be open to discussing our desires, and less judgment helps.”
“The cruise had around 60 people. Most kink events we organise typically draw between 60 and 80 attendees. Femdom suppers — where women hold the power and their subjects (mostly men) join them — are among the most popular, with a waiting list of nearly two months,” Aili tells me.
We’ve avoided these conversations because they’re messy, and because shame is often easier than curiosity. The good news is that curiosity is catching up. People are learning, communities are forming, and educators are finally saying things out loud.
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Published – February 23, 2026 11:04 am IST