I've had some interesting thoughts lately. Thoughts I've had before concerning a time in my youth, childhood specifically, and bondage.
I was brought up in the 1960's, bondage per se was never discussed openly but TV, stories, and movies used it regularly as plot devices, always so the one tied up could be rescued.
This happened when I was ... I have no idea how old I was, I was still in grade school though and played with the neighborhood kids now and then. One day I was playing at the house of two brothers and some of their other friends, in total about six or seven of us. We'd been there pretty much all day, and someone came up with a game to play, a kidnap game! We'd split it in half, three of us would be the kidnapees and the others the kidnappers.
The one girl in the group was picked to be one of the kidnapped, and so were two of the boys, I was one of them!
I really wanted to play this game, but inside I was scared out of my mind! I'd already figured out I liked being tied up, and what if somehow they figured it out too?? A scavenger hunt was on to find things to tie the three of us up with, someone even asked me, "What are you going to be tied up with?", I just shrugged my shoulders and secretly hoped for some way I could get out of it, knowing there wasn't any!
In one of the rooms one of the brothers remembered several feet of rope that was in a cupboard, and he got that, adding it to belts and robe sashes ... that was when the mom called upstairs and said that dinner was ready and everyone had to go home.
Inwardly, I was relieved, and walking home I think I sighed a huge sigh of relief!
It's been within the last year or so, not constantly but now and then, that I think of that and wonder why I was so scared; after all, how would they've found out? Would they have cared? Would we have been gagged too?
I know it was never going to happen when the mom broke the party up. But I still have to wonder how it would've gone.