TWO S & M Bondage – The Early Years

All my campfire stories aren’t going to be in perfect chronological order. But, while still thinking about my early childhood, I do want to include my peak experience into the World of Bondage Sex.
This began for me at age six.
The first time I met 7-year-old M she was already a well-paid whore. When I first saw her, she was peeing into tin cans for the neighborhood boys – and charging them 10 cents per tinkle!! Obviously, a Pro.
But is it fair to call her a whore at the tender age of seven? She was taking cash money for performing water sports for the boys. Maybe whore is too strong a word. Maybe she was a young entrepreneur making a good profit margin, or a budding biology teacher in pre-school training, or maybe she was just an uninhibited gal who liked hanging out with the guys.
I didn’t think any less of her for letting the boys watch her pee into a tin can. I just wanted to have my own private time with her, and I certainly didn’t want to pay 10 cents for watching. I don’t pay for that sort of thing – never have and never will!!
Also, as I recall, we boys never peed in a can for her – so did that make us? Johns.?
Regardless, I explained to her that taking money from the other boys was kind of wrong. A much better way to enjoy her exhibitionism was to go into the woods with me. Alone. To Play Pretend. And Play For Free.
Apparently, I had a smooth line, because the very next day she stopped peeing in cans for the other boys and became my private S/M/Bondage girl. No dimes required.
I asked her – those are the key word here folks – I asked her — to take off her shorts and underwear, so I could place her arms behind her and tie her to a tree with my imaginary ropes. Joan of Arc Style. We always used imaginary ropes; yet she never tried
to break free of her bondage, so I assumed she enjoyed this experience as much as I did.
From there on, it was 50 Shades of Grey!! I won’t go into the details of which shades or how many shades we explored, simply because I don’t know all that much about Legalities and the Statutes of Limitation!! All I know is we certainly didn’t have very many limitations.
We staged this “show me yours” event almost daily in the woods behind her family’s house on the other side of a stone wall where we couldn’t be easily seen. I can’t imagine what would have happened if we had been caught in this act. Certainly, someone’s very real leather belt would have been worn out from wailing on my tiny tender six-year-old ass.
We had great fun for the next couple weeks, creating and exploring Bondage until we finally ran out of new scenarios.
So, at age six and a quarter, I retired from being a Certified Bondage Master.
I never spoke to her again.
I know – I know – Men –
