01 - Shirley and Me
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By wrd
Wednesday September 20th 2000 09:14:58
When I was growing up, my family lived next door to another family that had two children, Marvin, who was about my age, and Shirley, about 2 years younger. I was about 11 at the time and didn't really have a lot to do with Shirley, though her older brother was one of my best buddies and we played together all the time. I hadn't yet discovered girls, though I do remember she was cute and had short black hair.
Hmmm! Maybe I had discovered girls. I had also discovered bondage, particularly in the comics and was fascinated by the sight of helpless, bound females. One of my favorites was Nyoka the Jungle Girl. If anybody remembers Nyoka, I'm sure you remember she was always getting tied up, either by unfriendly natives or by illegal poachers infiltrating the jungles. I fantasized about being the hero who would rescue her and she would admire me. Anyway, while playing in the back yard of the house across the street one day, I found a piece of rope and encouraged Shirley to tie my hands to the supports of an oil drum behind the house so I couldn't "catch" her in our game of hide and seek. Though I admonished her to do a good job or I would "get her", I soon realized I could have easily pulled free in about two seconds.
After she was done, Shirley began running around and around the house many times. Each time she came through the back yard area where I was, I appeared to be still "struggling" to get loose. She would laugh and giggle and continue on her way. The next time around, there I was, still her prisoner, or so she thought. Thinking back, I don't know what my motives were.
Was I enjoying being tied up so much I didn't want to get away? Was I decoying her to catch her off guard so that I could easily grab her and tie her up on one of her trips around the house? I think I realized, though, if I actually did such a thing, I would bring down the wrath of both our parents on me and maybe on Shirley as well. I knew my parents were very strict and would not tolerate any such nonsense.
Perhaps it was for the best, but fate intervened. Just before I was about to pull off my miraculous escape and capture the unsuspecting heroine, her mother called her in for dinner. Curses! Foiled again! A few evenings later, I'm not sure how much time had passed, we were all sitting around on my front porch. I was sitting on the steps and Shirley came and sat down next to me.
Suddenly, much to my surprise, she leaned over and said to me "I love you". Now, I was not only too immature to handle that, but I think I also knew she was a very young girl, just beginning to feel the awareness of her womanhood. I'm sure she was exploring if the guy next door could be attracted to her. I felt embarrassed and said nothing, but it's the only time in my life I have ever heard those words.
At some point in time, my parents and Shirley's parents got mad at each other and didn't speak. I was forbidden to play with Marvin and Shirley anymore. They were not allowed in our yard and I was not allowed in theirs. One day some older boys ganged up on Shirley and me and put us in the woodshed in her back yard. There was no padlock on the door, thankfully, but they wedged a piece of kindling wood into the lock so we couldn't get out. I remember being terrified that I would be caught in Shirley's yard, no matter the circumstances. When Mom and Dad laid down the law, there was no transgressing and no excuses. There was a small slit of space at the door of the shed and I found something to try to dislodge the piece of wood holding the door in place. After much work, I was successful while Shirley watched, admiring my ingenuity. Finally, we were able to escape from our "prison" and I had rescued both myself and the damsel. However, my reward was not what a hero should have received. Just about the time we emerged from the shed, Shirley's Mom saw us out of the back window and came charging out of the house, not only angry with me for being on their property, but angry about "Just what were you doing in there?" I don't know if Shirley was able to explain the situation to her mother's satisfaction or not. I just got the hell out of there as quick as I could. I was always a gentleman with Shirley. At times, even though we weren't allowed in each other's yard, we would talk at the back fence. If her mother saw her, however, she would call her in immediately. Later, we moved out of the neighborhood. Dad said he wanted to get out of the city to avoid the high taxes, so we moved out into the county. We were kind of isolated and I had no one my age to play with. I never saw Shirley again. I know this isn't much of a "bondage" story, but it's the best I have to contribute. I have really enjoyed reading about everyone else's experiences, though. It sounds like you all had interesting childhood experiences, to say the least. Most of my tie-up experiences have been with self-bondage, including a couple of times I couldn't escape. They were rather interesting. It has never been easy for me to acknowledge my interest in this activity. I felt really weird and ashamed of my feelings.
That's why I'm glad forums such as this and a few other sites on the internet are available to help us understand these feelings. I do get turned off by pornography, though.
Thanks for reading.
wrd
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