geschrieben von Radium123                 am 09.01. um 19:40:51I kept and wore those tights for as long as possible, which was only about two years. Each time I wore them, I enjoyed the feel of having them on but, at the same time, realized that boys weren't really supposed to wear this kind of stuff . . . my first feelings of guilt! My tights situation remained dormant for the next few years and I don't recall any tights wearings or even particularly wanting to be in tights . . . except for one. In our school plays, the boys (aged 7 to 11) often wore tights in their roles. Watching the rehearsals, I remember thinking that the actors must feel really good in those snug tights and I secretly wanted to be a play just so I could have tights on. I was too shy to go on stage though. Around the age of 12, things started hotting up. I had changed schools and was starting to notice girls. I noticed their nice shiny, nylon-clad legs and learned about how girls wore stockings and pantyhose. The idea of girls walking around in pantyhose was fascinating and I assumed that girls must feel really good - snugly encased all day in their silky, shiny pantyhose. Lucky girls, I thought! I wondered what it would be like to wear pantyhose. Around this time, visions of Batman started coming back to me from the past - how Batman had looked so virile and masculine and invincible in his tights (and leotard). Then came the bombshell, from which I have never recovered! I remembered how, in the Batman show, the villains had always got the better of Batman and TIED HIM UP! I remembered how Batman looked so helpless, so overpowered and so vulnerable while they had him tied down with ropes and straps. And he had tights on the whole time! My thoughts and fantasies began to crystallize along these lines. By a fluke, the local TV station started showing Batman re-runs right around that time and so I would dash home from school just in time to see it. I LOVED seeing Batman and Robin get ambushed, overpowered, captured and TIED UP! Now, at age 12 or 13 or 14, I realized my interest in 'Batman' was primarily sexual - I got so turned on seeing Batman bulging through the front of his tights and shiny leotard, then to see him overpowered, captured, and tied down to some fiendish contraption. I always wished they had 'tortured' him when they had him tied down - bound and helpless. I was now embarrassed, however, to be seen watching the show, because I was no longer a child with simple childlike interests in the heroes and villains - I was watching it purely for youthful sexual stimulation! More guilt! I never thought I was gay. Girls in pantyhose, tights, leotards, dancewear, etc. were a huge turn-on. But my thoughts never strayed far from Batman, with that bulge in the front of his tights. The idea of being in tights and leotard and getting ambushed, overpowered, wrestled down, rendered powerless, captured and TIED UP was consuming me. I never really figured out what I'd like done to me if I was tied up like that, but I just knew I'd love to be captured and tied up wearing tights, to struggle helplessly against inescapable bondage. Everything snowballed from then. I had to get myself some tights. I plucked up the courage to go and buy some. In the local department store, I was so nervous that it must surely have been obvious to the sales girl! Beet red, sweating and trembling, I finally purchased a pair of Tall Girl pantyhose. I hurried home, desperate to put them on! And, god, did they feel good!!! From that, there was no turning back. Over the ensuing years, I steadily bought more pairs of tights, expanded and developed my 'tied-up-in-tights' fantasies, and developed a whole fantasy world that revolved around tights and leotards combined with mild, harmless bondage (featuring both men and women). My feelings of guilt increased in direct proportion to the number of 'perverse' thoughts I had per day, and in proportion to the number of pairs of tights I had stashed away at home! As time rolled on, a basic theme became deeply ingrained in me. That is the idea of being in tights, leotards, dancewear, etc. and being somehow subdued, rendered powerless, captured and finally TIED UP. The idea of being 'dominated' in dancewear is so arousing. There is no other clothing that exposes so much of one's self as leotards and tights. You're almost naked in that your entire bodyform is exposed for everyone to see, and yet nothing can be seen because you're encased in a second skin. Furthermore, a man's masculinity and a woman's femininity are intensified in dancewear. Equally, though, the vulnerability of a man or a woman in dancewear is also intensified. Now, tie that person up and you have a sexually supercharged situation. The humiliation, submission, vulnerability and eroticism of being bound in dancewear is ultimate. Now, at the age of 38, I guess this fetish is an integral part of me and will never go away. Over the years, I've accumulated, worn and (in fits of shame) discarded many collections of tights, leotards and pantyhose. I've dreamed up all kinds of fantasies where I'm ambushed in dancewear, wrestled down, overpowered, captured, tied up and (harmlessly) tortured. I've watched countless exercise and workout shows on TV and fantasized about the women in their tight, sexy outfits. I've had numerous healthy relationships with women, but have never fully confessed to them the entire spectrum of my absurd sexual thinking because I've always been, and still am, embarrassed and ashamed of what really turns me on. I have two small children and appear 100% 'normal' on the outside. Inside, nothing's changed! I wear tights sometimes with my girlfriend, but I wear tights (and leotards) without her too, when I can really let my fantasies run riot! Through the Internet, I'm beginning to realize that I'm not alone in these fantasies. I now seek other like-minded people (male or female) with whom to enact some capture and tie-up games with both of us in dancewear. We would take turns capturing and tying each other up, then administering some protracted sexual teasing. I am in good physical shape, 6'3", 220lbs, lean, athletic figure from swimming, running, squash, bicycling, etc. I look good in tights and leotards. I am a nice guy and honest, not a freakazoid or someone with malicious intentions. I simply labor under this lifelong fetish that is so hard to talk to anyone about. Or even to comprehend myself! Radium123 Antworten zu diesem Beitrag:
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