Capes At Eight
The mackintosh in question (and the only one there has ever been) is the hooded cape worn commonly by the ladies in the forties, fifties and sixties.Usually with knee length shiny black wellington boots. My sister and mother both wore them. They were slightly unusual in that the cape had a belt th could be used to fasten it to the body when wind would herwise turn it into a tent.
The capes fascinated me and I found that it was a pleasurable experience to put one on when no-one was looking. Inevitably at the age of 8 I was one day surprised by the unexpected arrival home of mother and sister together. Highly mbarrassed I muttered something like " I just liked it and couldn't stop myself" That was a mistake ( or maybe not as it turned out)because my sister, four years older and always game for a laugh went into the kitchen and returned with a long length of white rope. "If you can't stop yourself dressing up in my mac" she said, "this should stop it for you" and immedialely started to tie my hands behind my back.Instinctwas to resist but then I started to realise that what she was doing was both pleasurable and exciting. Finding I was not resisting,she found more rope for my knees and ankles and bound my upper arms firmly to the body.
I was quite helpless but she then picked up the cape I had discarded and fastened it round me including the belt which she pulled extra tight. My mother who had watched amusedly then pulled the hood well over my head and, using two of her own silk scarves, blindfolded and gagged me. When they had both finished I was utterly helpless in every respect - and more excited than I had ever experienced.
They let me sweat it out or about half an hour but then, my mother, coming back into the room was obviously surprised that I was still so utterly helpless and still cocooned in rubber. "We ought to untie him" she said;but then on an impulse I took a part and shook my head violently. I did not want to be untied! I was enjoying bondage as I had never before (or since). I won myself another thirty minutes of sheer bliss.
The experience has been repeated in a lesser way since,but nothing has ever touched the overwhelming excitement of that 8 year old adventure. I am too old now to have a sexual partner and so I live on memories - and particularly that one.