As my body started developing so too did my fantasies.  The next one that gave me many months of pleasure was inspired by a group of teenagers playing truth or dare in the shelter of a seafront of a Welsh seaside town.  Just across the road were old-looking houses.  And hence Natasha came to be, an 18 year old brunette (I would still only have been about 11 or 12 at this point) who gets dared to strip to her underwear, run over and knock on one of the doors and wait there for five minutes before returning.  Her forfeit for going back early was that she’d have to strip naked and then repeat the process knocking on all the doors and waiting five minutes before moving on to the next one.  And of course, she did go back early, or at least her friends told her she did.  So after spending 25 minutes naked waiting at each door, flinching at every sound in the cold night air as she waits alone and exposed and praying not to get an answer at each house, she returns to the shelter to find her friends and her clothes gone.

Having to hide from passing cars along her way back to their shared caravan, she doesn’t manage to make it back until the next day and has missed them as they’ve had to take the train home. 

In her bid to make it home, Natasha ends up further and further away trying to avoid being seen but never managing to find any clothes for herself, eventually ending up a stow away on a freight ship where she is eventually discovered by the crew.  To avoid being in trouble for stowing away, she allows them to keep her naked and sleeps with a different crew member every night, discovering many different ways of being fucked and used as my own sexual appetites developed.

Following Natasha’s adventures, C4’s Men Only season included a documentary called The Girl Club which I made sure I watched and this kick-started a passion for strippers, strip shows, and lap- and tabledancing, but with a kinky bondage twist.

Where my passion for tied up women came from I can never pinpoint, but almost as far as I can remember it’s been there, and certainly right from the outset of my imaginary strip club where Natasha ended up working along with blonde Melissa and gothic Tanya and many other girls whose names and descriptions were irrelevant compared to the role they played in the domination, exposure and humiliation of the main three, particularly when the girls partied together after hours while they were supposed to be cleaning the club.  Natasha spent a lot of this time tied to the bar while the other girls drank spirits from her breasts or fondled her and forced her to repeated orgasms before leaving her there to untie when the club reopened the next evening.

The stage shows mostly involved some form of medieval torture device, such as the rack, pillory and guillotine.  In fact there were many evenings where I liked to fantasise about Mariah Carey’s management making a mistake and having her perform at the club while locked in the guillotine wearing a bikini made out of used oil rags and the blade resting on top of her neck.  That was back in the days when she was more America’s sweetheart than the diva we know her to be these days.  To this day, I would love to lock my wife in a pillory and sensuously tease her with alternating sensations of pleasure and pain for several hours, fucking her in between toying with her for another hour or so.