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Just a Release

written by Sheer To Waist 69  on 23.10. at 18:15:04
When I was about 7 or 8, my mother left me alone with my babysitter's youngest son a few times.  The first time, I remember him showing me his penis and asking me if I wanted to suck it.

At some point on the first day, he made me take off my underwear (which was all I was wearing when he came over early every morning) and said we were going to play good guys and bad guys.  He taped my mouth shut and tied me to my bottom bunk bed.  I remember him leaving the room and coming back with vaseline and cooking oil.  He put some in the crack of my butt and began talking to me as if I were a little helpless girl.  He began licking my butthole and rubbing my backside from head to toe. He forced his penis into my anus and raped me and then told me not tell anyone because we were friends.  I remember this as being very painful in the beginning, but at some point, I actually began to like it or at least accept it as a sort of fun thing to do.I remember him making me put on my mother's pantyhose and putting a hole over where the anus would be.  Each time he made me take a shower after he was done and one time took one with me and held me and stroked me from behind.  I was always a quiet and good kid and since I was an only child, with soft features and long legs, I was always the target of aggressive boys.

I guess I grew tired of always being tied up and gagged, so one time I remember him not tying me up but putting his hand tightly over my mouth when he penetrated as I would moan or yell each time.  I don't quite know why my mother stopped having him look after me, but I do remember later on that his mother said that he was in an institution.

I know that my obsession with tights, thongs and being tied up or kidnapped and raped are due to this.  And no, I don't need a therapist--I'm quite sane, thank you

I don't know why I feel compelled to say all of this but I guess I'm looking for others who might have had similar experiences to talk to.

I would appreciate it if there were no rude or insensitive responses to this post as I'm sure that if it happened to you, you might want to "let loose" as well.


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