I still remember the day I first realised that I was erotically aroused by any kind of damsel in distress situation, however artificial or staged it may have seemed.
I was watching a programme on tv and the love interest had been taken hostage and held captive bound by lots of rope and a tape gagging her mouth. As she writhed and the tension rose, I got very aroused and it made me think about myself in that situation, a fantasy was developing!
My arousal came with problems, how does one act upon these thoughts? So started a game I would play with my female best friend, whereby we would wear each others clothes and coats and tie each other up and leave the other to escape. I remember this game very well because my friend had a dark red plastic vinyl rain coat that I absolutely adored wearing!! especially when she tied me up with coarse ropes and taped my mouth. I’m certain she saw or felt my arousal more than once and even ignored the time I came on her dress.
We never physically touched each other erotically otherwise, I may have tightened her ropes on her clit and inadvertently made her happier? We were 12 so what did we know!
Soon afterwards she moved away, a long way and so began my journey into self-bondage and my quest to feel like that helpless young captive tied up and gagged in some tight vinyl clothes.
Hope you all enjoyed my memory. xxx
