Early Fantasies

I believe it was some early 80's cartoon that started me thinking. Some gruesome fat blob had tricked the damsel, so lewdly dressed, into drinking a love potion, instead of her nightly tea I believe it was. She was under the influence and actually married him I believe. In anycase as the story goes, the gruesome beast lived I think under some kind of watery pool. She had to get in about halfway to have the marriage ceremony. Okay just a moot point about this, Eighties cartoons were something special, and terribly missed. I took that and ran with the idea, but the pool was now an acidic bath, and the damsel had to suffer as she wed the monster. From there it progressed and festered. I realy didn't get into BDSM writings until just about three years ago, mostly it was just my very active imagination.

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I find this thread very interesting. If I may, please, post my reply...

When I was a little girl, one of the recurring dreams I had centered around being bound and used for the pleasure of the men who had kidnapped me. I had no idea there was such a thing as BDSM at that time. Sometimes I would even try to begin the dream while I was awake just so that I could experience the sensations that overcame my body during these dream periods.

It wasn't until I was much older that I read a story in which the very same things I had dreamt about were being written about. Much to my surprise, I had to admit to myself that this is what turned me on and had me reaching orgasm.

If I could live like how I dreamt, I think I'd be a much happier woman. If only I could have told someone how I felt. But, to be honest, I was too ashamed to even let on what gave me pleasure. "If only" are some very intense words.

Thanks to my truly wonderful sub and partner, who is beneath me, but still my equal; I've never had to wonder "If only..." I got into this lifestyle early and have never regretted it. I believe we are born into our sexuality, for BDSM i think the first time you begin to accept the concept, you feel complete.

When I was about 8 or 9, i used to tie up my toys. I knew all the different knots and how to undo them by the time i was 12, although i had no idea how useful that would become throughout my sex life. At 16 I bought my first whip and it sat in my bedroom until one day my boyfriend asked me why i had bought it... After a few months, he was asking me to use it on him. Things just sort of progressed form that point.

Speaking from experience, accepting how we are is a really tough thing to do, but pinpointing the exact place where it all started; that's a different matter. I truly believe i was born this way... And quietly, i'm glad I was...

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Originally Posted by GaryWilcox

Kathy was then 'saved' by huge hairy gorillas-- repeatedly 'saved', as I recall-- which is why I find Parker's "KEEPER" such a guilty pleasure...

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And the story of the Parker's Keeper is excellent Gary and i bet if a gorilla had hold of me, even 3" would feel like a foot. lol


Anyway, hopefully, the attachments will open some eyes about gorillas, Bless them.

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Originally Posted by GoldenGirl

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

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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..

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" :rolleyes: aftwards I'd go and have a shower, :D 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 :p

sweet dreams everyone :D

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!

I have had bondage fantasies as long as I can remember... and here are a few that have stuck with me!

One of my recurring ones was that I would have done something wrong, angered a male friend of mine, and he would sort of coldly come at me and restrain me. A few different things could happen after that:

He would leave me to a weird plant that would start winding its tendrils around my ankles, and as I struggled it would envelop my whole body, binding my hands and covering my mouth and eventually my eyes as well, I was then dragged into a chasm in the ground where I was hung in my plant cocoon indefinetly.

Another was that he would be angry and we would wrestle around for awhile, and then he would bring me into a dungeon of sorts after managing to tie my hands (a major struggle involved!) and often another male friend would be in the dungeon restrained and gagged. The first guy would then humiliate us together, but never in a blatantly sexual way.

One of my earliest fantasies would be that when I used to roll myself in my sheets (burritto style) my best friend, who was a guy who slept over a lot when we were little, would jump on me and duct tape around me or something, so I couldn't get out, and maybe tickle me or something.

Those are just a few! I could keep going for many more....

I had/have two very stong fantasies from being 12/13.

First in which i was captured by a group of men (details weren't important), and turned in to a slave and used for sex.

The second I was strapped to a medical couch and was blindfolded whilst a doctor used me for sex ed lessons. :o

[QUOTE=Claire191]I have had bondage fantasies as long as I can remember... and here are a few that have stuck with me ...

leaving me to a weird plant that would start winding its tendrils around my ankles, and as I struggled it would envelop my whole body, binding my hands and covering my mouth and eventually my eyes as well, I was then dragged into a chasm in the ground where I was hung in my plant cocoon indefinetly.

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(smile) Love your fantasies,
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My fantasies started very very early, the first time i remember of getting tied up was in a game of 'cops and bandits' and have been fantasising about it ever since. I can still remember most but some i have forgotten. Some were about being abducted and tied up and then used ,some just about being tortured and used.

I remember one so clearly. I was at school and everyone was naked except for the teachers who wore some straps around their private parts, after the kids had lined up infront of the classroom waiting for their teacher they (we) had to stand withour legs spread and the last one in the line had to start crawling and licking each pussy / suck every cock on their way in, if anyone refused the teacher had to spank them with a ruler. After that class started and you can just imagine the fun :rolleyes: it was mostly D/s with a twist of pain and a little bondage.

Another was some sort of vampire fixation... A male vampire would magically get into my bedroom while i was sleeping and wake me up with a bite to the neck. I would 'wake up' petrified and aroused ,feeling demanding and curious hand probing my body and the taking my hands and tieing them infront of me, then flipping me over and tieing my ankles together, thrusting my head to the bed so my but would stick out, ordering me to stay that way or else he'd bite me again and not on the neck that time, than he'd start eating my pussy etc.

well anyways got2go coz my Master is expecting me at his house soon to pleasure him :atm:

I started rubbing myself when i was really young and i don't really remember thinking about anything, it was sort of a nervous habit? or it just felt good...anyway, my first fantasy was when i was fairly young (watching cartoons) and it was about being kidnapped by some evil villain on the Thundercats cartoon show. I was tied spread-eagle with rope to a huge rock and i don't remember if i was wearing clothes or if they were all wet for some reason, but I remember that I felt really vulnerable. Then the thundercats (all big/strong half cat people, men & women) would come to save me and decide not to untie me right away. And they would question me about how i let myself get captured and threaten to tickle me and stuff. I remember masturbating to this fantasy, though I really don't think I got further than that. Just some bondage and teasing...but I was young...I've gotten lots more ideas since.

I lived on a farm when I was little and my dad loved John Wayne...so my earliest fantasies were of being on the frontier and being kidnapped in an indian raid and taken back to the village to be thier slave...and having all those braves use me while I resisted....of course, in the end, John Wayne rides in and rescues me and of course takes me as his own....
I did not know anything about BDSM then, but it was a very provocative to me...my mother found me several mornings asleep spread eagle on the bed with my nightgown around my neck....lol

If she only knew what I was doing before I fell asleep like that.:)

I had fantasies about tying up/being tied up by women for as long as I can remember. What really crystalized BDSM mental play was when they showed "Tarzan and the Slave Girl" on television when I was about 11. The plot revolves around Jane and a European "nurse" Lola being abducted by soldiers from a lost city. Jane and Lola's arms legs are tied and they are driven through the jungle by guards. Somehow Nurse Lola (busty Denise Darcel)is inexpliably wearing a gown-type thing. The women are driven by vine type things (als, instead of whips) that is kinda hokey. But, by the end of the journey their garments are ripped and they are quite exhausted and sweaty. Upon arrival at the city Lola talks back to a guard who is trying to sample (at least to the extent allowed by 1950s Hollywood) Lola's ample charms. For her refusal Lola is punished and she is taken to a dungeon where she is striped topless; her arms chained above her head and whipped with a goodsized blacksnake. Her grunts turn to cries and her definace and haughty manner melt under a rather expertly wielded lash. Lola's back is well-striped and she is unchained and attended to by other captive women. She winces as they wash her stripes.

Had never really seen much like this before and it was quite the thing. Spent a long time thereafter fantasizing about ceative punishments of busty Europen starlets. What nasty things I could do to them to make them my slave to and satisfy my insatiable lust. Oh, well.

I remember one about being kidnapped and tied to a wall by Japanese gangsters... no idea where that one came from. :confused:

My BDSM-fantasies occurred only when I was 16. Especially to one of my teachers I was a real brat at that time. I can’t tell you why I acted like that, because she was a friendly, cute person. Maybe it was because of a novel about punishment at school in ancient times I had read a few weeks before she started teaching us. I don’t remember the title or even the author of that novel, but I remember much too well, that I got aroused like hell by reading about the punishments. According to that novel, I started to fantasize about different ways how she would punish me for my bad behavior. It didn’t bother me that she was a woman, a fact I didn’t understand at that time. I just wanted my arousing fantasies about punishment.

Sylvia.

For the poster who was talking about the 'Space: 1999' tentacle monster a few pages back: if can find it, try an old movie called 'Galaxy of Terror.' There's a scene in there you'll probably find.... errr.... interesting....

Mine were pre-teen, pre-pubescent.

Women restrained and abused mechanically, racks, stretchers, whipping machines. I would have the dream quite often...

I can remember, when I was in the 7th or 8th grade, having a recurring fantasy where I could freeze time, and then I'd.... molest.... some of the girls I went to school with. Thing is, because I was so inexperienced at the time, I basically just fantasized about the scenario, rather than thinking about what I would actually do with the girls in any sort of detail. That sort of vagueness characterized a lot of my early fantasies, since I was a very late bloomer and had really no idea what any sort of boy-girl contact was like.

In the Star Wars novels there is a charactor named Mara Jade and she was originaly an assasin of the emporers sent to kill Luke skywalker and even after the emporor was killed she kept trying to kill him but they eventualy became unwilling allies and then friends and then married. But sometimes i would think about when they were unwilling allies and they would get into fights (ie lightsaber sparing) and I would think about how it would be kinda cool if during one fo the fights MAra just look luke down and they had what one fo my friends terms "angry sex".

seems i can never get enough play or never be sore enough or bruised enough....
for a while now i got this silly idea in my head that even though i am collared (and i would not do this without him knowing and approving) that i would like to play with a whole group of very good doms for about a day or so. maybe rent a nice dungeon....
since i am in a relationship they would all have to stay dressed, no sex or oral (toys not included here), (no scat or watersports anyways, i find the idea revolting :yuck: ), i absolutely dont like the idea of being cut, although it happens sometimes when playing with knives i would just faint if done on purpose. i know needles and got some sort of hate relationship with them but i want to to play with them, however if i am not lying down i'll faint (which leaves me feeling sick and is not playing i find).
i have told my master and he asked if this is really what i would try, he says i would have to organise as he won't. well he knows i owuld never do that and it is never going to happen......but...... i still love the idea.

i suppose this idea is going around in my mind as it is a scenario i would wish to happen 24/7/356, probably in this case just with my master on most occasions. i guess it's something a lot of people dream about and it will stay a dream forever. but i though it fitted in this thread.

PS, i know i had posted some of this as a poll a few months ago, but i feel in this thread it fits better.

were about being pinned down and having parts squeezed and fondled, and being bounced on until i had to pee.

Sometimes it would be strangers doing it, someoimes sisters or friends and sometimes characters from fiction or stars I fancied.

All you submissive ladies...I hope a submissive guy early fantasy isn't a wet blanket.

In elemetry school I used to fantasize about being the unwilling prisoner of the prettiest and most confident group of girls. They would tie me up and stand over me, eggin one another to step on me, my hands, chest, and face. They would also tie me up and put their butts in my face. My head would be completely restrained and my mouth gagged, or something. Anyway, they could rub their butts over my face and I counldn't do anything to stop them. They would laugh and talk to one another while they did it. They would get my nose right between their cheeks and tell me to sniff.

I also had a thing about girls riding horses. It started with a friend of my big sis who took riding lessons. I had a crush on her and one day she was over, wearing some of her riding clothes. I was very young, and was being a super brat. She said she would like to chase me on her horse and run me over. She giggled when she said it. She saw that it had an effect on me, so she went into more detail about how she would do it. Later I used to play with the two girls next door. That had breyer dolls with horses and I used G.I. Joe. They wanted to be married to GI Joe and have him ride horses with them. But I would always have Joe attack them and tell them they would have to use their horses to trample him. Their would rear their bryer horses up and kick GI Joe down, then prance on him. Then they would tie him up and drag him with their horses through the back yard. These were hosrsey little girls and they liked the games too, for a while. They got bored with it before I did.

Later when I was in maybe third and fourth grade, I got into some boy-girl games with the neighbor girls and another little girl. They were witches and turned me into a horse. I would be on my hands and knees, hold a short rope in my mouth for reins and they rode me. When the spell wore off I would start become unrully, so they would reapply the magic. The magic was to sit on my face and tell me to sniff their butts. This was how I got to be a horse in the first place, of course.

Starting in my early teens my fantasies have always involved varying elements of bondage, forced sex and being whipped or flogged for disobedience and misbehaviour. Long before I had any idea that there was such a thing as consensual slavery I fantasied about being owned. I have discovered that some fantasies can come true (thanks to my wonderfully depraved but loving Master) and by the way, whips and chains (and floggers and rope) really do excite me.

Gee, I feel right at home being around all you perverts.

When I was in eighth grade, I had a fantasy about tying one of my female classmates face-up to a diving board at a swimming pool, naked of course.

when i was 14 there used to be a cartoon on tv called swat cats. it is set in a world where everyone is a cat. the swat cats are bad boys turned superhero but always in trouble with the law. they flew an F16 and rode fast bikes. And i started picturing myself "rescued" by them and being so greatful i became there slave. There was loads of fantasies with them two timing me while i was in chains in their work shop amoungst the bike parts, smelling petrol to this day makes me instantly horney....

so i am new here - great place - and a funny coincidence already: my earliest fantasies are a lot like hellbent's. (warning i am a male sub - skip this if it is not your thing)

in my earliest fantasies (about 12 when i first began to play with myself - no cummies yet) i would be naked on my belly, arms and legs stretched out. beside me was a woman dressed as a witch (hat, cape and all), stirring a big cauldron with a large stick. she would take the stick and put it in my ass and "stir" (!?!). also, for what it is worth, the woman was always one of two women: my teacher Ms. R or my mom.

i must say it was very fun to admit such an embarrassing fantasy. thanks :)

I guess that I have to admit to being a Perve for almost as long as I can remember...

For a reason that I cannot recall I had an incredibly vivid fantasy when under anaesthetic gas at the dentist. There was the sound of bells and a woman tied to water-wheel going around and under water.

Didn't tell my parents but tried to ask at school if any other boys dicks kept "sticking up"! They thought I was hilarious as they didn't know what I meant.I was 7.

First I was suspended and flogged. Then I was tied to a cross and set out in public. Finally I was taken to the gallows, noose placed around my neck and pulled up to hang by my neck.

Uncle Ed: LOL.

The idea of being bound tight, gagged and locked in the car trunk (by kidnappers or enforcers) was an early turn-on, picked from tv crime flicks etc. Guess I'm too tall to submit to that in its classic form in real life, at least with any kind of ordinary car (you don't get in, even folded, unless you're somewhere under 5'4" - I know this from a case where it happened in actual life). I'm well over 6'. Well, being hauled into a dark pick-uo truck, bound and your mouth taped over, squirming in the dark, mmphing and suddenly feeling someone is tugging at your panties and about to rape you is just as good.