Wanting to Be Found

It was only years later that I realized that Uncle Charles was kink. I understand, back then, society wasn’t so open, and a man couldn’t be openly kink. He had to keep a façade of respectability. And that’s why when I found that woman tied in the woods, wanting to be found, I didn’t realize what was going on.

Uncle Charles had a very large property in the woods. And my cousins and I enjoyed greatly the family reunions that took place there three or four times a year. I mean, we could play gotcha in our private field. Uncle Charles had all the paintball guns and the gears. So, we used to spend practically the whole day playing gotcha.

In one of those occasions, I hid myself very well. I must have ran into the woods way more than usual, for suddenly I was in a part of the woods completely unknown to me. And then I found a beautiful woman, scantily dressed, tied to a tree in what I now know was a Shibari figure. My first thought, of course, was to shoot her with my paintball gun, but she was so beautiful, that I didn’t dare spotting her with paint.

I asked her what she was doing, and I will never forget her answer: “I’m wanting to be found”. She spoke with a weird accent, Russian, perhaps. Then, she asked me to point my gun at her. I think, now, when I recall it, that she must have enjoyed the torture of me threatening to shoot her and ruin her dress. She was definitely the kind of kink my Uncle Charles must have enjoyed playing with.

Anyway, we heard a noise, and I ran away. For weeks, I thought about her womanly body, so different from the still undeveloped bodies of my classmates. I heard her soft, seductive voice, and remembered her nipples, poking through her silk night gown.

This is my Shibari story.