From: wi.573@wizvax.methuen.ma.us Subject: Water Sports Date: 28 Jun 91 04:04:14 GMT All this talk about self-bondage and masterbation brings back memories of silly/dumb things I used to do as child. I've been thinking a lot about those things lately (The first post about the self-bondage set me off :-) (In more ways than one :-) I'm usually one of those lurker types, I'd much rather sit back and read everyones posts than actually post myself, but *shrug* you only live once, and I thought perhaps I could do to someone else what her post did to me. *smile* I've always had a facination with water. Those fun little jets that shoot water into pools (and later hot tubs) water faucets from tubs, anything that could shoot water onto me. First, let me explain. It's not so much that I don't like touching myself, it's just that it feels so *clinical* when I do. I probably could not hand-masterbate myself into orgasm even if I tried. But I stray off from my point. I first found those marvelous water jets when I was a small tyke sitting on the pool steps. I noticed that if you lifted just a little bit up, the water caught you _there_ and it felt *really* good. After that, many a day you might have caught me in the pool (early morning so no one would see me) with my legs proped up on the pool side and my rear hanging into the water, letting that water jet work me into a writhing frenzy. I remember one day, someone actually caught me doing this. And he asked me what I was doing. I told him the first thing that poped into my mind "I'm teaching myself how to hold my breath underwater longer. Wanna watch?" And I showed him how I could put my head underwater and hold it there. All while that wonderful water is rushing and brushing against me. I laughed quite a bit after he left. But, unfortunatly, I didn't get a chance to do it much after that. That's when I discovered bathtub faucets. These weren't as strong as the water jets from pools, but they were wider (longer?) and allowed for more coverage. (This is where the self-bondage comes in for those of you who are bored by now) I would sit under the faucet and pretend that I was part of an x-rated harem, and my master wanted me clean when he touched me. So I'd have to sit under the faucet until I couldn't stand it anymore and, if I didn't stay under there long enough, (which for some reason, "long enough" always seemed to be a couple minutes longer than what I had done. *pout* (mean brute of a top)) My mistress (the queen of the harem) would chide me for not being able to last long enough under the water, and force me to undergo some sort of other punishment so that I could last long enough for my master. (Should he ever pick me) Punishments would run from a smallish impliment (whatever I could find would do me just fine, super big blush brush (say that 5 times fast) handles, you name it, if it was round and hard and in my room, it was probalby in me at some time.) to the largest thing I could find. Usually it was a largish thing in my vagina, and a smallish thing in my anus. The underwear was put on and I was forced to act normal around people. Everytime I'd move around both items would be jerked this way and that causing my ventures out into public (real public) to be short lived. *sigh* I'd continue this until I came or until it didn't feel right anymore. (Or someone came home :-) It was so funny when people used to ask me if I masterbated, I always told them no. Because I always thought masterbastion was something you did with your hands, and my hands rarely touched me :-) I haven't done my "water sports" for a while now, I've met a guy who pretty much takes away all need for me to do any extra-cirricular activities on myself. But I thought I'd post this anyway, just because I've been thinking about it, and I'll probably never get the thought of writing this to asb off my mind if I don't. Ps. Thanks to wizvax for this post being possible, I wouldn't have written it without wizvax. Please don't discontinue it.