SweetDaddy4U
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My response/post may be off-topic somewhat, but your question got me thinking (once again) about my introduction to BDSM and the passion I felt for it at such an early age. You're question was probably asked simply to remind us of our first BDSM pic and maybe how, if at all it impacted our current desires. This is something I've given much thought to over the years. I'd like to take it a step further and share my earliest memories of it.
I think I was 12 when I actually saw my very first BDSM related picture, it was cover art for a paperback book of a several cowboys sitting at a campfire with a young Indian girl tied to a tree next to them. Until that moment in my life I had never considered the possibility that I could find such material outside of the secret, very simple, pretend dungeon I had created over the prior several years. However, I was exposed to to real-life picture at age seven, while in the second grade. But, even before then, at the age of five I remember having an interest in BDSM.
I was five when our family moved to the country in the Midwest. It was an older house that had a three-story barn in the back field. I remember my first exploration of that barn uncovering a pile of bailing twine on the top floor. I wasn't sure why and I don't even remember trying to understand why, but all this rope fasinated me in some way. It wasn't long before I begin playing games with it, tying myself up, pretending to be captured and not being able to escape.
I’ve often looked back at this and wondered if this game was significant in developing my current interests. And if so, how/why would a boy of five years old develop such a game. Yes, I had my Johnny Lightning, chemistry set and G.I. Joe but this was my favorite game of all. At any rate, the way I played this game came to a screeching halt when I was seven years old.
Right after starting the second grade I was in class with a girl who the teacher was having a problem controlling. The girl would leave her desk and just wander around the classroom. I remember the teacher telling her again and again to sit down. I don’t remember how long this went on, but I do remember one day in particular when the teacher became angry and told the girl that if she left her seat again without permission that she was going to tie her to her chair. Well, the girl did leave her desk again and the teacher walked her back to her desk, sits her down, and tied each of the girl’s feet to the front legs of the chair (This is the early 60's, things were just a bit different then).
I remember this event having a profound effect on me. I remember watching the older woman tying the girl’s feet, and I remember staring at the girl, her ankles, and the rope that held them to the chair legs. The game I played in the barn suddenly changed. After that event in school, I don’t ever remember pretending that it was I who was captured in the barn. Now it was the girl who was captured. I would stare at the bailing twine (which by this time I had hanging in my favorite spot) and pretend that the girl from school was standing there with her wrists tied over her head. Soon my game and imagination grew more and more colorful. I remember sitting at my classroom desk and watching this same girl, but instead of imagining her with her ankles tied to her chair, I was imagining her tied over her desk. And then at some point I started imagining the teacher spanking her while she was tied across the desk. For the next two years this girl lived in either my barn loft fantasy or she was a classroom distraction as I imagined her tied across her desk. I don’t recall it ever being a sexual fantasy, nor was she ever naked in my imagination. I simply imagined her standing with her wrists tied over her head as I sit and looked at the twine imagining her struggling to get free. I think it was about two years later before I started putting myself into the fantasies I was creating.
I started the fourth grade in a different school, and in doing so, leaving the girl who was the subject of my fantasies behind.
I transferred back to this school several years later, and she and I graduated the same year. For several years after high school I would run into her on occassion, we'd talk a while and move on. But, I've never been able to see her without thinking about that day in the second grade.
I believe that exposure is related to interest, especially at an early age, and have often wondered if this event set into motion a life-long passion that otherwise may have been a casual interest.
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