Well, we can all blame the pop top VHS tape recorder for our various secret fetish hangups. So we're all about mid 40's to 50's and either have a stash of old girly mags or have burned those and just keep pornhub in the bookmarks.
When I saw phone I knew it had to be someone in their 20's.
I disagree though that people need counseling for fetish obsessions. It might make you understand it better but the human mind was meant to obsess over things. In fact it ensures the propagation of the species. When older gentlemen pass on there is always the dealings with "What do we do with grandpa's spanking porn we found in the tool shed". That's why there is so many sub catagories for porn. Everyone's got something.
It's not a problem. It's how society reacts to said fetish that is the problem. Now, if your fetish involves harming others then you need help. Unless those others want to be harmed... Where does it stop?
I like how Japan handles it. Go find your fetish mate, go to a hello kitty fetish hotel and take care of it. Go back to your families, be a productive member of society, repeat. No shame in that.
I fetishize everything or nothing depending on my mood. It started for me when I left my mother's vaginal corridor and wanted right back in. I was breast fed so no mystery there. I do remember tearing out a magazine ad with a long haired brunette chained to rock- her secret lady parts covered by said hair- smiling at her predicament. What was that ad selling? That's why I must enjoy restraining brunettes so much... and making them smile at their predicament.
The choking I don't know. Had a girl ask for it once and she loved it. I had a girl choke me whilst riding hard just to see and it does make cumming more intense. Thus why orgasm is refered to as the little death.
There was a girl my age wearing a wonder woman swimsuit when we were young who got me alone in her parents bedroom. We weren't even 10 yet. I told her to do things and she did them. Now that's intoxicating. That was my first lap dance. So maybe that explains me always buying outfits for ladies and assigning roles, backstories, firmly telling them what to do but with love I may ad.
In the fourth grade I envisioned every girl in my class including our teacher, naked, hands bound and standing all in a line, legs spread with a single rope ran tightly between their thighs that was fastened from the top of one wall to the other. Everyone gagged. Immobile. Then I just went down the line and groped, fondled and molested every female in the 4th grade- whether they were willing or not- and Ms. Thompson till they all had that look on their faces.
I blame that on the alien abduction.