This is a true story about the sexual fantasies and experiences I’ve had since I was 5.
When I was 5, I unknowingly discovered how to masturbate. I don’t remember exactly how I figured out that pulling a blanket between my legs and rubbing my pussy back and forth on it made me feel funny in a good way, but I do know that every night after I was tucked in, I would bunch up a blanket, bury my face in my pillow, and grind until I came.
My little panties would always be full of what I now know to be cum, and I never thought anything of it as I went through the next day with all that wet cream sitting there against my little pussy.
I soon became desensitized to rubbing my baby clot against the blanket, though, and needed more stimulation. I remember I got my break when I happened to be in the living room while my grandpa had an adult movie on TV (not porn, just rated R). The lady in the movie was tied up and stuffed into a suitcase, and she was trying to wriggle out and call for help before her captor came back for her. The sight of her trussed up body tight against the restraints, writhing and moaning had me captivated. Ever since then, I became obsessed with bondage and wished to be that woman.
I would regularly grab a fabric headband and shove it in my mouth as a gag, and wrap a hair tie around my thin wrists to bind them together. And even though this was before I knew what cocks were and where they went, I was able to cum knowing that rubbing my little kid cunny on that blanket, all bound and almost naked, filling my panties with my little kid cream, was enough to satisfy me.
I soon began my downward spiral into bondage and sexual deviancy. I would tie up my Barbies with hair ties and make another Barbie dom kidnap them and kiss them. I would fantasize about Daphne after I watched her get kidnapped and bound over and over in the shows and movies I watched as a kid. I bought and read the one Hannah Montana novel where her doppelgänger tied her up in the back of her closet all the time, wishing I could take her place.
One time, I even got in trouble with my parents after I drew Disney characters tied up and locked in cages after I watched Mickey and the Three Musketeers. I guess it must have made an impression on me…
As I grew older, I still continued to grind my pussy on my blankets, to the point where my blankets reeked of cum and pussy juice. When I was 10, I learned that cocks are for fucking my tight holes and would frequently try to stick a finger up my ass and cunt to see how it felt. I happened to like it up my cunny much more…
At 11, my dog introduced me to the world of beastiality by licking my clit to orgasm. At 13, I had my first kiss with a neighborhood boy who I also ended up showing my developing boobs and now-hairy pussy to while he made me jerk him off with my hands and tits. At 16, I deflowered myself with the handle of my hairbrush, and until recently, I would shove it up my cunt until I was satisfied.
Now, I have my dildos and butt plugs that I shove into my holes regularly, a vibrator to attack my clit, and lingerie that press against my tits just right. Every now and again I’ll grab a blanket for old times sake, and use old masturbation material for the same reasons. Now, with a matured pussy, however, it craves to be pounded and abused by a master who knows these dark secrets I’ve kept hidden since I was 5.
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