My mother was a fairly heavy drinker, and had many different boyfriends, one of whom lasted a long time - and tied me up every night, inside a heavy parka, reversed, with the hood tied tight over my face and head, and a strap cutting into my mouth, as a gag. Then he played with me endlessly, as I got harder and harder, and felt like there was something missing, something very very intense.....almost accidentally, I think he finally miscalculated and I had my first orgasm, which was was so shattering, I peed! This really amused him no end, and quite quickly I grew addicted to this activity, and welcomed it, in willing cooperation. A year passed, and he began sitting me on his lap, in an armchair, trussed in the parka, slowly accomodating his entire length, helplessly. He was gentle and considerate, and it didn't really hurt. Felt good soon, as he tormented my swollen goodies at the same time. Hours of fun! Now fully grown, I seek out similar treatment, variations, etc., and hope for a long-term or permanent relationship, with someone older, who understands and enables my addiction!