From Childhood

I actually never explored why the first bondage picture i've seen first disgusted me, then turned me on and pushed me to find out more. I was 18, but before that, every movie scene that implied some overpowered woman made me feel that hit of pleasure. I finally got my answer a couple of years ago. I was at a private party in a club when a handsome guy started to stare at me in amazement. Then, after a while, he approached and asked: 'its me, Paolo, don't you remember?' I had to look carefully, and his eyes weren't changed at all. We hugged, even if i was a little stiffed. He introduced to my friends saying that 'we used to play toghether in summer as kids'. I did my best to hide my thoughts. The truth was, we didn't exactly play toghether.

I love regular sex. Bondage is a dark side, a private part of me i usually don't share with my partner. Mostly, i don't feel safe doing so. So i kept this thing for me, I play my fantasies when i'm alone. I've also accepted it as some kind of weird perversion. Seeing Paolo changed this. For some weird twist of destiny, i kept meeting him everywhere. We started to become friends, hanged out with our partners, like we were just regular old friends. I often asked myself if he remembered anything, or like myself, kept pretending.

Our parents bought a beach house in the same resorts, and quickly became close. We were from different towns, and meet up just for summer. Paolo is three years older than me and when you are a kid that's some difference. Plus, while he was a little alpha boy, i was a very dreamy sort of little girl, who prefers to play on her own. I remember he often tried to join me, but with no success. Then one summer, when i was about eight and he was 11, something changed. I remember we went with some other families on a little day trip on another beach resorts. I was playing by myself, as usual, breaking rocks, and i was sitting on my toes, like little kids do. Paolo came with two faithfull buddies, and they circle around me. He bended over me and told me that there was watermellon. I replied, without stopping my game, then paolo noticed something more interesting than rocks. I remember looking down and see my bathing suit undies not covering me at all and my hand going down to adjust it. It was a moment and it was a kids thing. He's hand reached faster than mine, and i fell on my back. He pulled them down, and as i was reacting to that he told his friends to block me. I was pinned on the ground, with those kids laughing mad,watching me and touching in turn. I don't remember what stop them, maybe some adult call us again to eat fruit. From that day on, i had no peace all the summer. Paolo, kept chasing me to pull my undies whenever he could. He was always alone. I run faster as i could, but he catch me other times. I remember he actually lay on top of me, blocking me and give me some innocent kisses on neck, cause i kept screaming and trying to break free, saying weird adult things. It was a game, for sure. But i guess it thought me something: i was weaker than a male, and i was a prey.

Now that Paolo moved to my city and was back in my life as the adult himself i was haunted by strange fantasies, were this grown up Paolo dominated me. I was wearing heels and nice lace underwear under my dress. He overpowered me not to look at my biological difference, but to tease me and turn me into his thing. He played with my body and punished me for being so excited for that. My scenarios always implied i had been marked by that summer and he knew i had turn into a sort of girl that enjoys bondage. I wanted it so bad, yet i restrained myself. It was absurd. Paolo never gave me any hint of his remembering that summer.

Then our love life took a weird turn. We both put an end to our relationship and stop hearing from each other. Then, one year later, we met again, this time was at a big dinner. We started to talk more about ourselves and our friendship grew into a close one. Still, nothing seem to emerge from the past. Summer came, and we were both trapped in the empty city for different reasons. One night we were walking around toghether drinking a neck beer and feeling a refreshing breeze when we started talking about first love. I said that my first love was an high school classmate and he said: 'well, i guess you were mine' . We kissed. And that kiss was something, i could feel both of us trembling with pleasure. We made love that night, and he was thrilled to discover i shaved (it looks exactly the way i remember it ! He said) then it came out he first spotted me in that party because he thought 'i'd love to see that girl tied up'.
Then the game begun :)
Elettra Elettra
26-30, F
Nov 26, 2012