looking back now i was about six, i used to do really naughty things at my aunties (breaking windows) just to get hit with the wooden spoon, then when i was left with another family member (i think it was my uncle) i used to refuse to leave him alone while watching tv, he got really pissed and dragged me by my hair to the bedroom and lock me in.
then i was sent to a couple of foster homes which didnt work out because i did 'wierd' things with the quilt cover between my legs. so then i went back home to find i had a step dad who took pleasure im sure telling me off, but then i was enjoying it too so i started being very naughty by cutting up curtains carving pictures in to the wood of the house (his house) of course id cry when i was being smacked because it hurt, but after the pain went i forgot about it and carried on being the child from hell.

when i was nine for some reason i started tieing myself up with string, (i was rather good at it) i did this about a year untill one night my loving mother came in to check if i was asleep she pulled the covers off me saw that i was wrapped up in string, she ran out the room shouting and came back with a pair of sissours, i thought she was going to kill me but she cut all the string off and told me to go to sleep and never to mention what ever it was i was up to again,
a couple of days later a was put in care again, i was sent to see doctors who scared the shit out of me, who kept asking about daydreams i was having so i told them about a girl who was tied to a chair and walls getting built up around her so she couldnt get away.

i stayed in care till i was thirteen, i then move in with my mum and her new hubby who later on tryed killing my mum by knocking her out and putting her throgh the bedroon window i tryed to stop him but he knocked me out, my mum did recover but i was put in care again i never saw her again, im 25 now and married have a lovely home and a hubby who understands all my kinks, its just a bit hard for him to keep up lol


p.s, sorry bout the life story