A Forgotten Sensation

A Forgotten Sensation

It had been so long ago that I barely remembered. It had turned into a forgotten sensation. I was thirteen, and bold as hell. I played football with the boys, without asking for any special treatment. It’s a funny age. You know how it is. In the morning you want to kiss a boy, and, in the afternoon, you get your dolls and throw a tea party. So, besides sports, we also played some other, more childish games.

One of them was our version of “Cops and Robbers”. On one occasion, I was a robber who got caught by the police. In order to make me confess, they tied me to a chair. I have to admit I got really excited with the rope. At that age, as everybody knows, you’re coming to terms with your sexuality. I had no idea that I was into bondage. The restraint, the feeling of vulnerability, and the power to say: “No! I won’t confess! I won’t obey, even if I’m in a position where you can do anything you want with me!”, all that took me to another level of arousal. Let’s put it this way: I was wet, and not because I was sitting on a plastic chair.

Of course, I didn’t let anybody know just how excited I had felt about it. I just never thought of playing with ropes again. And when one of my friends asked me why, I simply said that the rope made me feel an uncomfortable itch.

And yet, I always missed that extraordinary sensation. However, my education enhanced normality, especially when it came to bedroom practices. Bondage, toys, anything related to BDSM was the stuff of perverts, and a decent woman like me should never agree to them.

Gradually, however, the general opinion about BDSM changed. Actually, most people began to see it as a legitimate, creative practice. So, when my boyfriend asked me if he could tie me, I saw the opportunity I had been waiting for.

The wait was totally worth it! The interrogation fantasy just blows my brain, and I couldn’t feel more satisfied. Maybe I should buy more rope this weekend. I’m happy I recovered this forgotten sensation!

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