When I was a child a gang of us used to play Cowboys and Indians games in the garden. I can still remember being captured by the Indians and tied up, and the thrill of the ropes going around me and being restrained, unable to escape.  It didn't frighten me or worry me, and from then on I secretly enjoyed being a prisoner because I knew I would get tied up.  Occasionally we used an shed as a sort of cell, and sometimes I would get left in there, quite happy, in bondage. 

Of course I was too young to realise that this was erotic or in any way connected with sex. But I started to sense this in later developments.  I used to love being taken around old castles, and my favourite bit was always the dungeon.  In school history I secretly loved descriptions and pictures of torture techniques. At one stage I became fascianted in witchcraft, purely because of the rumours of naked women being tied up and flogged as part of their initiation. By then as a teenager, I knew that this was a sexual fetish.

My first time being a Tgirl Dom was, dare I say oh so boring, I had no imagination and the young man in question had told me of his kink and I wanted to impress him so I went off to the novelty sex shop and three hours later I returned with cheap metal handcuffs, a cheap rubber riding crop and huge pink dildo. :) Well, OK, it was small but back then it seemed like it was the size of the empire state building!  After cuffing him I proceeded to use my crop, he jerked away, and the cuffs broke, and his wrists ended up bruised for a week.  Shocked, I burst into tears and we then made passionate love for the rest of night. He was so sweet, maybe it was fear of my crop or pity. *giggle* I would just like to add my toys are now off better quality and my Dominant skills have somewhat improved.