## Where to begin (part 2 added)

Post by Boocola » Wed Aug 10, 2016 9:37 am

Where to begin I was six my dad was on a business trip I overheard him saying that he would be back on a certain day so that morning I convinced my sister to walk home from the baby sitters house to see if he was home.
With me being six and my sister being five plus we were in Bajamas we got stopped at the gas station the clerk called the police. We waited for the police officer who took us to the apartment we lived in and my dad was not home the officer brought us back to the baby sitters house.
After the officer told the baby sitter what happened we followed the baby sitter upstairs where her teenage son was wrapped up in rope rolling around on the floor the baby sitter looked at us and asked if we would like to be tied up like that, we both shook our heads she said good go downstairs and wait for breakfast.
About a week later my dad got back from his trip and feeling safe in my room I started thinking about what happened a week ago and why I was so scared of being immobile like that I got shoe laces from a worn out pair of shoes and started tying up my ankles the tied a loop on the other shoe lace then put it on my wrists behind my back and twisting my wrists tightening up the laces.
After a minute I thought what's so special about this so I tried to get out and couldn't for ten minutes I sat there thinking about what to do should I call my dad for help. How was I going to explain how I got the idea to do this to myself. Then I remembered how I got myself into this situation and I twisted the other way to loosen up the shoe laces then I got out the excitement of figuring out how to get out of a situation like that made me feel something.
I was a six year old boy when that happened
Last edited by Boocola on Tue Aug 16, 2016 6:05 pm, edited 1 time in total.

### Re: Where to begin

Post by Boocola » Tue Aug 16, 2016 6:00 pm

continued with pantyhose interest that has nothing to do with bondage butt I do add in my bondage games of escape as I was six when my babysitters got me into bondage, but four years later I saw my mom getting ready for work.
I noticed her pulling up on something that matched her skin color I didn't know what it was so I left before she saw me as she was putting on her skirt, she walked out of her room footstep sounded clanks like echoes her legs looked slightly a different color from her hands I thought she took off the strange clothing. She asked me if I was ready to get breakfast as she brushed her two inches of red hair, I nodded and my sister got up out of bed, she said we were waiting for my sister get ready.
After my sister got ready my mother walked us to the cafeteria at her work place my mom got us food, after we ate we went to a room with other children, a couple hours later she came and got us, we walked back to her apartment.
my mom went to her room changed into jeans then went to the bathroom a second later she got out, she said she had to go to the store and asked if I had to go to the bathroom, I nodded and went in closing the door behind me then I saw the fabric in the empty trash can out of curiosity I picked up the fabric I liked the way it felt, so I tried it on there was a small hole it the leg with a line leading away I took the fabric off, I went to the store with my mom she grabbed what appeared to be half eggs she got my sister and myself a toy each then we left the store.
as my mothers week to have us came to an end I forgot about that fabric in the trash can I didn't see it anymore until after my stepmother came to get us. I was in the bathroom at home and I saw the same kind of fabric in the trash accept a different color and took it to my room. sleeping in the soft comfortable clothing that same to message my two broken legs, then my sister came into my room and got me out of bed removing the covers and started laughing at me wearing a shirt and pantyhose, I looked at her and asked what was so funny.
My sister took me into her room and showed me her tights and gave my white ones with pink poka dots saying she would like to see me wear them but not now, she then suggested that I go take those pantyhose off their for women and girls and that I better do it before our parents woke up I did as she suggested.
I realized I can't wear women's clothing in public, so I made a mistake I like how comfortable the pantyhose felt on my broken legs it felt like a cast that was easy to move in.