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“Tarzan dead if Jane find out about this!”

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“Tarzan dead if Jane find out about this!”

The first time I remember getting excited about bondage must have been when I was “reading” a Tarzan comic book with a story in which Tarzan gets captured and tightly bound to a pole by a tribe of natives. I was probably around 3-4 years old at the time – definitely less than 6, though. Later there would seldom be a game where the protagonist(s) didn’t get bound by the bad guys or gals before eventually getting free and saving the day.

Of course all this didn’t connect as anything sexual in my mind until considerably later when I rediscovered/remembered these games I was so fond of when I was younger.

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A Friendly Handshake

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A Friendly Handshake

“Good morning, young man,” she said. “I see you’ve already met my daughters.”

“Hnmmmhnhnggghhhh!” I said.

“The breakfast will be served momentarily. How would you like your bacon?”

“Mmmmnngggghhmmmm!” I replied.

“Girls. Please.”

“Crisp, please. Thank you, m’am.”

“I quite enjoyed last night,” she purred – adding with frown: “I’ll admit that I thought you were bone dry by the time we finished, though.”

“Hnnnnggghhhhhh,” I said. I had been.