Early Fantasies

[TheDarkOne]

Hmmm, early fantasies, eh? Well, for me it's hard to remember, but I remember very clearly that I at an early age (10-13 or something) became aroused when seeing people in movies on TV and such bound, captured or forced to do things against their will and my fantasies evolved from those things and ended up with me being the one with the fantasies I have today, I guess .

[GoldenGirl]

i can remember being about 7 or 8ish and fantasizing about being kidnapped n forced to do work n such but i never relay fought it.hmmm.. n the being burned with like cigarette buts and being tied up to sleep... later on these fantasy's just turned to wanting just to be tied up and bound and then when i was like 13 or 14 i actually started to tie myself to my bed rails to sleep with ace bandages n pretend that someone was making me sleep like that n such

[himind]

I remember reading The Wizard of Oz and getting excited when Dorothy had to slave for the witch.Even while playing cops and robbers I would prefer to be the robber who was tied up(if I played the cop,I would tie up my friends too tightly!)

[whippedcream]

My earliest fantasies were about Catwoman. Until I knew about sex, it all centered on capture and whatever sexual tortures my young brain could come up with (I didn't know what a pussy was good for, so the poor kitty only had things done to her chest and tushy). She'd be exposed, humiliated by a bunch of male thugs, slapped around. Rescued by Batman, which for the longest time was the end of the fantasy. As soon as I had the bright idea to *include* boys, all of a sudden cooperative torments could be used. Catwoman, Batman, and sometimes Robin would be in superhero training camp together. They'd do delightfully nasty things to each other because "you have to get used to it," and afterwords would cheer each other up with what passed for sex in my head (I still wasn't really clear on which direction penises point in).

The first group fantasy excercise was when one of my like-minded friends and I got the bright idea in fourth grade to join forces and play Barbies together. We concocted some evil Barbie countess who bound and tortured her beautiful Barbie slaves. Until my mom found one under my bed still tied up and wearing nothing but a crotch rope. We weren't allowed to play together much after that....

[Curtis]

My sister and I used to do that! Age 6 or 7, I guess. We'd twist toilet paper into ropes to tie up Barbie and Skipper. Sometimes we'd make them paper lingerie, then use a magnifying glass to try (unsuccessfully) to set their undergarments on fire.

Aah, good times!

[whippedcream]

My sister and I used to do that! Age 6 or 7, I guess. We'd twist toilet paper into ropes to tie up Barbie and Skipper. Sometimes we'd make them paper lingerie, then use a magnifying glass to try (unsuccessfully) to set their undergarments on fire.

Aah, good times!

Hahaha toilet paper is a great idea! We used hair scrunchies, or lanyard if we could get our hands on craft supplies. Washable markers made great lash-lines, too, for realism's sake. But we had to remember to wash it off afterwards.

[zig]

Washable markers made great lash-lines, too, for realism's sake. But we had to remember to wash it off afterwards.

Glad I'm not the only one who did that! My marker never did come off that Barbie, though. I had also cut all her hair off (as punishment) and strung her upside down from my window-hangings. Wonder if my parents ever saw that?

[redEva]

My sister and I used to do that! Age 6 or 7, I guess. We'd twist toilet paper into ropes to tie up Barbie and Skipper. Sometimes we'd make them paper lingerie, then use a magnifying glass to try (unsuccessfully) to set their undergarments on fire.

Aah, good times!

candy for you Curtis, my friend

[Curtis]

VERY nice! If her chest was smaller, I'd like to have her life-sized. Would you please PM me with the name of the site where you found that (so the thread doesn't drift any further)?

Curtis loooves candy!

[TaintedLovexx]

later on these fantasy's just turned to wanting just to be tied up and bound and then when i was like 13 or 14 i actually started to tie myself to my bed rails to sleep with ace bandages n pretend that someone was making me sleep like that n such

I started doing that as well, around the age of 14-15 (puberty and starting to fantasize and masturbate frequently). I felt ashamed/strange/silly doing it, scared by the thought that anyone would ever find out, but I loved it too much to stop.
Also started cutting a bit (soley for sexual pleasure, it never became a problem), gagging myself with socks or pantyhose, things like that.
...And then I read "The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty". And things started getting progressively clearer, and more exciting since..

[bearbeast]

I remember eaglerly waiting on a sunday afternoon when I was around 13 14 years old for the half an hour series to start. I remember feeling all funny when "Poor old Tom got shagged by fleatcher the bullie" aftwards I'd go and have a shower, some time I'd be in the bathroom for ages and I get a banging on the door "how long are you going to be in there for" by one of the family members wanting the loo! oh poo

sweet dreams everyone

[prey4me]

Let's not forget those old horror flicks, like the Republic Pictures of the 1960's. They sure were tame, compared to what's out nowadays (e.g. teen-slash movies), but, utilizing modesty, femininity, and cinematic (errr), "art," they could be quite erotic.

I really got turned on with those sequences of the young heroines running through the castle, dungeon, woods, etc. in long dresses, floaty little nightgowns (it was nicest with a sheer peignoir over that!) and so on.

Some ghoul, demon, or villain was always after. I always wanted the bad guy to grab her, rip the filmy thing off her, and give it to her good and hard! Alas, the "hero" would always save her in the nick of time.

A little fantasy I've been working on for several months is a story about a 15-year-old on her first date: a country club formal dance. Her name is April, and she's wearing a pale blue organza-over-satin formal gown. Her date drives her out to the middle of the golf course, hoping to get her liquored up. Instead, a vagrant comes upon them. He beats up the date, stickining him in the trunk. Then he has his way with the ingenue. First, he sits back, drinks the kids booze, and makes her blow him. He gets a little tipsy, and she tries to run away.

I'm creating the chase scene I always wanted: a gruesome (and filthy) villain chasing a pretty-young-thing, with lots of silken gown and petticoat blowing and tossing about her thighs as she unsuccessfully flees.

He catches her, throw her onto the grass in the middle of the golf course, rips her dress to shreds and violently deflowers her!