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.