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"Did you experience your fetish as a child"
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I have 3 fetishes
Mud
Leather
Smoking
I have had the mud fetish my entire life. I want to say it began around 5-6 years old. Peaked when I was 12-24 years old. Now it is something I just do. The leather fetish started when my wife and I were in college and she offered to try on some leather pants. The smoking fetish I think was the result of Virginia slims ads on the back of tv guides or something. The mud fetish. I was never really into girls. I was too busy finding mud or once I found a good mud hole. Finding a way to masturbate in it. The thing I miss most about my child hood is being surrounded by mud. We lived in the country and it was so easy to come home from school get on your bike and find some excellence mud pits. I was known as mud boy. My friends would all avoid the muddy farm fields. I would bicycle right through them or try to walk across an 100 acre pure mud farm field. As I got older I would mud bath in front of people. I was just that kid. If there was mud around I was usually in it. When I was a teenager again I had no interest in girls but if there was to be that one girl she would resemble the woman off of shameless-Fiona. Brunette, smoker, white trash and appreciative of small things. O and an absolute obsession with mud. I came pretty close with my wife, she is not interested in the mud part. She does however wear leather my other fetish.
Mud
Leather
Smoking
I have had the mud fetish my entire life. I want to say it began around 5-6 years old. Peaked when I was 12-24 years old. Now it is something I just do. The leather fetish started when my wife and I were in college and she offered to try on some leather pants. The smoking fetish I think was the result of Virginia slims ads on the back of tv guides or something. The mud fetish. I was never really into girls. I was too busy finding mud or once I found a good mud hole. Finding a way to masturbate in it. The thing I miss most about my child hood is being surrounded by mud. We lived in the country and it was so easy to come home from school get on your bike and find some excellence mud pits. I was known as mud boy. My friends would all avoid the muddy farm fields. I would bicycle right through them or try to walk across an 100 acre pure mud farm field. As I got older I would mud bath in front of people. I was just that kid. If there was mud around I was usually in it. When I was a teenager again I had no interest in girls but if there was to be that one girl she would resemble the woman off of shameless-Fiona. Brunette, smoker, white trash and appreciative of small things. O and an absolute obsession with mud. I came pretty close with my wife, she is not interested in the mud part. She does however wear leather my other fetish.
I did experience both my WAM fetish and my Crossdressing fetish, which are inter-related, as a child
As far back as I can remember, I was always drawn to scenes where people got thrown into the water in their clothes, or hit with pies or dunked in the mud. As a small child, these scenes made me laugh, but as I grew older they evoked other feelings in me, which I didn't understand. There was a humiliation factor which made me feel uncomfortable yet I always found myself intently drawn to these scenes. When I watched someone getting pied, or dunked in the water or mud, part of me was glad it wasn't me, but part of me wished it were. I wondered what it would feel like to BE the person getting dunked or pied.
This led to a lot of self-dunking and self-pie-ing whenever I took a bath. Imagining I was in a pie booth at a county fair, I would pie myself with shaving foam pies , until I was a foamy, white blob from the shoulders up. Then I'd hold my nose and dunk myself to rinse off, swishing my head back and forth under water, and then come up with my wet hair, which was long at the time, all covering my face. It gave me a feeling I didn't quite understand at the time, but liked.
These self pie-ings and dunkings, in the privacy of my bath tub, gave me my first glimpse of what it feels like being a WAM victim.. I got a much deeper look, with a public dunking the summer I turned 14. We had just graduated middle school and our class was having a school picnic near a lake. Some of the kids were swimming. Since I never learned to swim very well, I didn't go in the water. I just watched the other kids from shore. I enjoyed seeing them playing in the water. I especially liked watching the girls dunking each other.
Suddenly, this kid Steve, who was much bigger than I was, and something of a bully, grabbed me and started pulling me towards the lake. When we got to where the water was up to his knees, (and my waist) Steve, who was very strong, lifted me up by the seat of my short pants and the collar of my shirt, then proceeded to dunk me face forward, over and over. He'd dunk me under, then pull me up. I'd gasp for air then he'd dunk me again. Each time he'd pull me up, I could hear all the other kids laughing. I felt my cheeks burn with embarrassment under my wet hair which was long at the time, and completely covered my face.
It was a humiliating experience to be sure, but humiliation wasn't the only thing I felt., As Steve was dunking me, I suddenly felt like I was a character in one of those TV and movie scenes that I was so drawn to, even though they made me uncomfortable. Watching those scenes of people getting dunked had always evoked a strong feeling in me, but actually BEING the person getting dunked evoked an even more intense feeling and it was a feeling I liked.
For the next couple of weeks, I couldn't stop thinking about the dunking Steve had given me. I didn't want to. I even had dreams about it, but I can't say they were nightmares.
After that, I'd often start water fights, which would always end up with me getting dunked, not just by the guys but by the girls. I always loved the way the girls acted and carried on when getting dunked, protesting and giggling at the same time. I loved the way they looked going under holding their noses and coming up sputtering with their wet hair all covering their faces. There was something very feminine and girlie about it.
I enjoyed being dunked by the girls. And they sure enjoyed dunking me. I would carry on the way they did, pleading and protesting as they dunked me. They thought it was funny the way I held my nose going under the water and came up sputtering with my long hair all covering my face, which they said made me look like a girl.. Being told they acted and looked like a girl would have probably made most guys mad, but I didn't mind. I found the more I carried on like that, the more they would dunk me, much to my delight.
I suppose it was those first dunkings which started to bring my inner girl to the surface (please excuse the pun),
That same summer, I saw a movie that had a girl on a dunk tank. She was dressed in a sleeveless red fringed flapper girl dress. I was struck by how scared and helpless she looked, smiling shyly and giggling with embarrassment as she trembled on the dunking seat, holding her nose and squealing every time someone pitched a ball. When a ball finally hit the target, she went squealing into the water below. As she emerged with her wet hair all covering her face, I thought, "That poor girl! How humiliating!"
I found myself thinking about that girl a lot. When I'd be under the shower and my wet hair would be covering my face, I'd remember how she looked when she emerged with her wet hair all covering her face. I wondered what it would be like to be in her position and to feel what she was feeling. It was almost as if a part of me wanted to BE that girl
A short time later, when I was home alone, I took my older sister's bathing suit which was hanging in the bathroom to dry. It was a red swim dress with fringe, and it reminded me of the red flapper girl dress the girl on the dunk tank had worn. I turned on the water and let the bathtub fill to the brim. While the tub was filling up with water, I fluffed out my hair, and parted it on the side so it flowed over one eye. Then I put on my sister's bathing suit. I looked at myself in the full length mirror on the bathroom door. I couldn't believe how much I looked like the girl in the dunk tank movie. I preened and posed until the tub was filled with water. I got in. Watching myself in the mirror, I held my nose, like the girl on the dunk tank had done, and started to tremble all over. Pretending a ball had hit the target, I dunked myself under the water. I came up with my wet hair all covering my face. When I opened my eyes all I could see was a brown veil of my wet hair. I moved just enough hair out of one eye to see myself in the mirror I looked just like that girl on the dunk tank and at that moment, I WAS that girl on the dunktank, So, imagining myself climbing back on the dunk tank, I held my nose and dunked myself again . I dunked myself over and over again, until finally I exploded and sat in the tub exhausted, with my wet hair all covering my face.
That was the first time I cross dressed. The seeds for Margie had been sewn.and watered (pun intended)
After that, I did a lot of self-dunkings. The bathtub became my own private dunk tank, in which I re-enacted the movie scene with me playing the "dunkinggirl", which I thoroughly enjoyed. Later that summer, these private dunkinggirl performances would become more public, including a performance on a dunktank, which I took on a dare, dressed in my older sister's cheer leader outfit.
I would act out being the dunkinggirl several times that summer, often in one of my sister's bathing suits. On weekday afternoons., I had the house to myself so I had the opportunity. .I'd fill the tub with water, get in wearing one of my slister's bathing suits,hold my nose, and dunked myself repeatedly, ,over and over, experiencing feelings of indignation and delight; helplessness and power, humiliation and exhilaration all at once.
After that summer ended, I started High School in a strict all boys catholic school. I had to cut my hair for that. That made me feel more masculine I think. I became interested in other things besides girls. The urge to "become" the girl in the dunk tank scene, or girls like that, just sort of disappeared. As I got older, I started actually dating girls. I enjoyed being with them but felt no urge to become them. My Cross Dressing fetish remained dormant for many years
One thing, however, didn't change. I found that I still enjoyed watching girls playing in the water. For some reason, I found that to be the best part of dating. I found myself seeking out girls who enjoyed playing in the water, who actually liked to be dunked. I know this sounds weird, but when ever I'd see a pretty girl, I'd imagine her getting dunked, how she'd look going under, how she'd look coming up, how she'd look all wet.
As time went on, I began to write stories to bring these fantasies to life., I wrote about girls dunking each other, girls on dunk tanks in elegant gowns and dresses, girls at poolside parties jumping in the water in party dresses., etc. I soon began writing these stories in the first person, to help bring the fantasy to life. When the Internet came around, I found Wetlook sites with people with similar interests. I wrote scripts and had custom videos made. However, I could never get a custom just right. Then several years ago, while in a chat room, I decided to invent a female character. I did this, not to deceive anyone, but rather to bring to life a girl who was into the things I was into; who did things I would like to see; and said things I would like to hear.
I found that I really enjoyed being this girl on line, and after few months, I started looking on sites about cross dressing. That's when I found a CD makeover site which did my makeover and the photo shoots on my profile page. That's how Margie re-emerged, and continues to live on the UMD. But it all started in early adolescence
As far back as I can remember, I was always drawn to scenes where people got thrown into the water in their clothes, or hit with pies or dunked in the mud. As a small child, these scenes made me laugh, but as I grew older they evoked other feelings in me, which I didn't understand. There was a humiliation factor which made me feel uncomfortable yet I always found myself intently drawn to these scenes. When I watched someone getting pied, or dunked in the water or mud, part of me was glad it wasn't me, but part of me wished it were. I wondered what it would feel like to BE the person getting dunked or pied.
This led to a lot of self-dunking and self-pie-ing whenever I took a bath. Imagining I was in a pie booth at a county fair, I would pie myself with shaving foam pies , until I was a foamy, white blob from the shoulders up. Then I'd hold my nose and dunk myself to rinse off, swishing my head back and forth under water, and then come up with my wet hair, which was long at the time, all covering my face. It gave me a feeling I didn't quite understand at the time, but liked.
These self pie-ings and dunkings, in the privacy of my bath tub, gave me my first glimpse of what it feels like being a WAM victim.. I got a much deeper look, with a public dunking the summer I turned 14. We had just graduated middle school and our class was having a school picnic near a lake. Some of the kids were swimming. Since I never learned to swim very well, I didn't go in the water. I just watched the other kids from shore. I enjoyed seeing them playing in the water. I especially liked watching the girls dunking each other.
Suddenly, this kid Steve, who was much bigger than I was, and something of a bully, grabbed me and started pulling me towards the lake. When we got to where the water was up to his knees, (and my waist) Steve, who was very strong, lifted me up by the seat of my short pants and the collar of my shirt, then proceeded to dunk me face forward, over and over. He'd dunk me under, then pull me up. I'd gasp for air then he'd dunk me again. Each time he'd pull me up, I could hear all the other kids laughing. I felt my cheeks burn with embarrassment under my wet hair which was long at the time, and completely covered my face.
It was a humiliating experience to be sure, but humiliation wasn't the only thing I felt., As Steve was dunking me, I suddenly felt like I was a character in one of those TV and movie scenes that I was so drawn to, even though they made me uncomfortable. Watching those scenes of people getting dunked had always evoked a strong feeling in me, but actually BEING the person getting dunked evoked an even more intense feeling and it was a feeling I liked.
For the next couple of weeks, I couldn't stop thinking about the dunking Steve had given me. I didn't want to. I even had dreams about it, but I can't say they were nightmares.
After that, I'd often start water fights, which would always end up with me getting dunked, not just by the guys but by the girls. I always loved the way the girls acted and carried on when getting dunked, protesting and giggling at the same time. I loved the way they looked going under holding their noses and coming up sputtering with their wet hair all covering their faces. There was something very feminine and girlie about it.
I enjoyed being dunked by the girls. And they sure enjoyed dunking me. I would carry on the way they did, pleading and protesting as they dunked me. They thought it was funny the way I held my nose going under the water and came up sputtering with my long hair all covering my face, which they said made me look like a girl.. Being told they acted and looked like a girl would have probably made most guys mad, but I didn't mind. I found the more I carried on like that, the more they would dunk me, much to my delight.
I suppose it was those first dunkings which started to bring my inner girl to the surface (please excuse the pun),
That same summer, I saw a movie that had a girl on a dunk tank. She was dressed in a sleeveless red fringed flapper girl dress. I was struck by how scared and helpless she looked, smiling shyly and giggling with embarrassment as she trembled on the dunking seat, holding her nose and squealing every time someone pitched a ball. When a ball finally hit the target, she went squealing into the water below. As she emerged with her wet hair all covering her face, I thought, "That poor girl! How humiliating!"
I found myself thinking about that girl a lot. When I'd be under the shower and my wet hair would be covering my face, I'd remember how she looked when she emerged with her wet hair all covering her face. I wondered what it would be like to be in her position and to feel what she was feeling. It was almost as if a part of me wanted to BE that girl
A short time later, when I was home alone, I took my older sister's bathing suit which was hanging in the bathroom to dry. It was a red swim dress with fringe, and it reminded me of the red flapper girl dress the girl on the dunk tank had worn. I turned on the water and let the bathtub fill to the brim. While the tub was filling up with water, I fluffed out my hair, and parted it on the side so it flowed over one eye. Then I put on my sister's bathing suit. I looked at myself in the full length mirror on the bathroom door. I couldn't believe how much I looked like the girl in the dunk tank movie. I preened and posed until the tub was filled with water. I got in. Watching myself in the mirror, I held my nose, like the girl on the dunk tank had done, and started to tremble all over. Pretending a ball had hit the target, I dunked myself under the water. I came up with my wet hair all covering my face. When I opened my eyes all I could see was a brown veil of my wet hair. I moved just enough hair out of one eye to see myself in the mirror I looked just like that girl on the dunk tank and at that moment, I WAS that girl on the dunktank, So, imagining myself climbing back on the dunk tank, I held my nose and dunked myself again . I dunked myself over and over again, until finally I exploded and sat in the tub exhausted, with my wet hair all covering my face.
That was the first time I cross dressed. The seeds for Margie had been sewn.and watered (pun intended)
After that, I did a lot of self-dunkings. The bathtub became my own private dunk tank, in which I re-enacted the movie scene with me playing the "dunkinggirl", which I thoroughly enjoyed. Later that summer, these private dunkinggirl performances would become more public, including a performance on a dunktank, which I took on a dare, dressed in my older sister's cheer leader outfit.
I would act out being the dunkinggirl several times that summer, often in one of my sister's bathing suits. On weekday afternoons., I had the house to myself so I had the opportunity. .I'd fill the tub with water, get in wearing one of my slister's bathing suits,hold my nose, and dunked myself repeatedly, ,over and over, experiencing feelings of indignation and delight; helplessness and power, humiliation and exhilaration all at once.
After that summer ended, I started High School in a strict all boys catholic school. I had to cut my hair for that. That made me feel more masculine I think. I became interested in other things besides girls. The urge to "become" the girl in the dunk tank scene, or girls like that, just sort of disappeared. As I got older, I started actually dating girls. I enjoyed being with them but felt no urge to become them. My Cross Dressing fetish remained dormant for many years
One thing, however, didn't change. I found that I still enjoyed watching girls playing in the water. For some reason, I found that to be the best part of dating. I found myself seeking out girls who enjoyed playing in the water, who actually liked to be dunked. I know this sounds weird, but when ever I'd see a pretty girl, I'd imagine her getting dunked, how she'd look going under, how she'd look coming up, how she'd look all wet.
As time went on, I began to write stories to bring these fantasies to life., I wrote about girls dunking each other, girls on dunk tanks in elegant gowns and dresses, girls at poolside parties jumping in the water in party dresses., etc. I soon began writing these stories in the first person, to help bring the fantasy to life. When the Internet came around, I found Wetlook sites with people with similar interests. I wrote scripts and had custom videos made. However, I could never get a custom just right. Then several years ago, while in a chat room, I decided to invent a female character. I did this, not to deceive anyone, but rather to bring to life a girl who was into the things I was into; who did things I would like to see; and said things I would like to hear.
I found that I really enjoyed being this girl on line, and after few months, I started looking on sites about cross dressing. That's when I found a CD makeover site which did my makeover and the photo shoots on my profile page. That's how Margie re-emerged, and continues to live on the UMD. But it all started in early adolescence
My fetished started early. Pies in women face and bubble baths. We had a local TV show for kids on Saturday morning sponsored by a local bakery. Typical kids stuff, with clowns. But towards the end of the show a beautiful blonde girl came out to show everyone the table of cream pies she made. She was pretty, innocent with a busy chest and the clowns also came out and pied her with her pies. . This was last 60s and when we got color TV, I knew this was something special. The bubble baths started with Mr Bubble. Our sitter would give each one of us a bubble bath if our parents were out. Ahe kept making bubbles afros on my head and I would go under the bubbles all the time. She put bu bles on her head and I think I jad my first orgasm in those bubble baths around age 10 or 11. Them I saw movie stars like Doris Day , Elke Summer and Pam Anderson in huge outrageous bubble baths and I would always blow a load in my shorts. These fetishes continue through for 40 years and I'm lucky to have several women who truly enjoyed having fetish fun. A couple years ago, 2 female wam friends decided they needed to make me their sissy, sub bubble bath and Pie slut. It's lead to a whole new group of friends and experiences. At least 125 pies a year either on line or in person . Ts truly been great and a lot of fun and if any of you live in the CT - RT - NY area let's get togather and share some experiences....and pies!
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My fetished started early. Pies in women face and bubble baths. We had a local TV show for kids on Saturday morning sponsored by a local bakery. Typical kids stuff, with clowns. But towards the end of the show a beautiful blonde girl came out to show everyone the table of cream pies she made. She was pretty, innocent with a busy chest and the clowns also came out and pied her with her pies. . This was last 60s and when we got color TV, I knew this was something special. The bubble baths started with Mr Bubble. Our sitter would give each one of us a bubble bath if our parents were out. Ahe kept making bubbles afros on my head and I would go under the bubbles all the time. She put bu bles on her head and I think I jad my first orgasm in those bubble baths around age 10 or 11. Them I saw movie stars like Doris Day , Elke Summer and Pam Anderson in huge outrageous bubble baths and I would always blow a load in my shorts. These fetishes continue through for 40 years and I'm lucky to have several women who truly enjoyed having fetish fun. A couple years ago, 2 female wam friends decided they needed to make me their sissy, sub bubble bath and Pie slut. It's lead to a whole new group of friends and experiences. At least 125 pies a year either on line or in person . Ts truly been great and a lot of fun and if any of you live in the CT - RT - NY area let's get togather and share some experiences....and pies!
I watched DEAD POETS SOCIETY and FRATERNITY ROW for the first time when I was around thirteen years old, and I realized then that there was definitely something about paddling (DPS and FR) and gunge (FR) that had an "effect" on me.
I think the DPS paddling scene also had an influence on my attraction to gray pants/slacks, and that the films together had an influence on my attraction to more "formalized" (DPS) and more "playful" (FR) paddling/spanking (as opposed to dad-son or other forms of role play).
I think the DPS paddling scene also had an influence on my attraction to gray pants/slacks, and that the films together had an influence on my attraction to more "formalized" (DPS) and more "playful" (FR) paddling/spanking (as opposed to dad-son or other forms of role play).
I need a spanking...
Yes and yes but not until I was like older for both.
WAM started out as somewhat of a humiliation thing- I remember watching a game show and they pulled a lady out of the audience and she wound up getting slimed in a hoodie and jeans and she didn't even get slimed that much but I felt sorry for her because I thought she was going to have to go home all cold and slimy and wet.
Then I stumbled upon TopGunge while watching slime montages on YouTube and something about watching Lisa get full coverage in a gown in the Christmas special previews hit a nerve (?) inside of me and then I just straight up started googling "slimed in evening gown/wedding dress/prom dress" which had me free falling into the world of WAM.
And then the first day of school one year I had an absolute milf of a homeroom teacher who came in wearing a maxi dress and a jean jacket, and the dress was the classic striped tank dress with a scoop neck that was just a liiiitle too long so it touched the floor on her. For whatever reason that turned me on so I went home, googled "slimed in maxi dress" and the rest was history.
For maxi dresses:
Whether WAM made me think they were hot or whether I had a thing for them beforehand has always been a subject of the debate for me. I remember being at church one time in the late summer on a Sunday afternoon, waiting to go up for communion and I liked to people watch and the lady standing next to two rows up had a jean jacket and maxi skirt with some sort of pattern on it, but what caught my eye was that the skirt was long enough that when she stood still it puddled on the ground a good bit. I remember diverting my attention because I didn't want to stare but out of the corner of my eye I saw her go up for communion, look back up and realize the skirt is actually a dress with a scoop neck. And I was very turned on.
WAM started out as somewhat of a humiliation thing- I remember watching a game show and they pulled a lady out of the audience and she wound up getting slimed in a hoodie and jeans and she didn't even get slimed that much but I felt sorry for her because I thought she was going to have to go home all cold and slimy and wet.
Then I stumbled upon TopGunge while watching slime montages on YouTube and something about watching Lisa get full coverage in a gown in the Christmas special previews hit a nerve (?) inside of me and then I just straight up started googling "slimed in evening gown/wedding dress/prom dress" which had me free falling into the world of WAM.
And then the first day of school one year I had an absolute milf of a homeroom teacher who came in wearing a maxi dress and a jean jacket, and the dress was the classic striped tank dress with a scoop neck that was just a liiiitle too long so it touched the floor on her. For whatever reason that turned me on so I went home, googled "slimed in maxi dress" and the rest was history.
For maxi dresses:
Whether WAM made me think they were hot or whether I had a thing for them beforehand has always been a subject of the debate for me. I remember being at church one time in the late summer on a Sunday afternoon, waiting to go up for communion and I liked to people watch and the lady standing next to two rows up had a jean jacket and maxi skirt with some sort of pattern on it, but what caught my eye was that the skirt was long enough that when she stood still it puddled on the ground a good bit. I remember diverting my attention because I didn't want to stare but out of the corner of my eye I saw her go up for communion, look back up and realize the skirt is actually a dress with a scoop neck. And I was very turned on.
