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By Dave


Saturday, May 3rd 2003 - 10:53:00 AM

An intriguing experience

While this story may seem tame in comparison with much that appears in these columns, it is true and represents an influential event in my childhood.

Back in the late 1950s, around '58 I think, I was about 9 years old and living in a terraced street in a town in North Wales. I had a younger brother but no sisters, and the only girl in the street, Jacqueline, was a bit older. (At that age, a bit older seems a lot older!) She would play cops and robbers with us lads, and once or twice mimed the mmmphing damsel-in-distress, though we never got round to actually tying her up. We weren't sure she would want that, anyway, even though she suggested the storylines of our games. So far, I'd seen people tied up in comics and the occasional movie (this was before TV became widespread), and found it interesting, but no particularly big deal.

Another girl, Jenny, sometimes visited her grandfather, who lived a few doors down. She was perhaps about 13, a keen horse rider and considered a bit of a tomboy. She looked, as I remember, rather like Reese Witherspoon, with long straight blond hair and a cute pony-like fringe slanting across her forehead.

One day, three or four of us guys were playing with a little catapult glider on the dirt road that ran between the walled back yards and the fenced gardens. Jenny, wearing her riding kit as she often did, happened along and joined us, offering advice on trimming the model to fly better. Muy chica! After a while, she lost interest, and we started talking about other things I don't remember.

Suddenly, Jenny stood up, removed the stretchy webbing belt from her jodhpurs, and stood against a tall fence post. She said, "Look - gagged!" and proceeded to stretch the belt over her mouth, buckling it behind the post. It occurred to me much later that she must have had some practice at doing this.

She then put her hands behind the post and her booted feet together, and writhed as if bound, straining against the gag so that her cheeks bulged and her cute nose stretched and wiggled as she moved her head. She mmmphed mightily. We didn't know what to make of this display, but I know that for some reason I liked what I saw, and my perception of girls was permanently coloured by it. If we'd had string or a length of cloth handy, we might have developed this into a game, but nothing came of it.

Jenny visited infrequently and never repeated the episode, though I began to wonder if she did such things often, and with whom. A year later, we moved to a different part of town. Grammar (high) school was, as in most of the UK at that time, single-sex, and girls became for us an exotic species, glimpsed only in tight-knit cliques between school and homework. I never saw Jenny again, nor did I meet any other girl with such an obvious and practical interest in playing the DiD, until much later, after college, when I found myself working with two of them.

However, they had partners of their own, and all we did was mess about a bit during lunch breaks. On the whole, the interest in bondage was something embarrassing and best not mentioned. I've always regretted that age gap between Jenny and myself; things might have turned out so differently!

Dave
Wales

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