Probably Pretty Unusual...

The "best friend" of my parents lived next door, and was a teacher...my parents so badly wanted a vacation on their own, they agreed to let the friend look after me, while they went abroad, during summer recess...he was supposed to help me with my math skills...instead I experienced my first ever wank, and it had such a profound effect on me, I decided I would do ANYTHING to make this a regular part of my life. Doing it myself was okay, but it was WAY better when someone else was doing it, and even better still if I was tied up and unable to resist in any way. My "mentor" was pretty weird sexually, and really got off on tying me up in a rubber-lined bag - army surplus, I believe - tightly tied at the neck and waist, while he taught me all about what turned out to be orgasm delay and denial, and mild cock-and-ball-torture.

I was fortunate enough to spend the entire summer like this, while they were away, and while I was getting "tutoring" at the weekends...my naive parents thought their new-found freedom was just great, and I was lavish in my praise of the good effect this guy was having on me!

When I left home at eighteen, for my first job, and a room in a big old house in a neighboring town, it was with a single guy who turned out to be a friend of my original mentor, and soon I was completely under their control, every waking minute away from work, to my complete satisfaction, and delight at their ever-increasing interest in really severe rubber-bondage, which soon became an addiction that stays with me to this day, all these years later, as I allow myself to be sexually exploited, face-fucked in various bags, and wanked to the point of near insanity, never being allowed to come.

Childhood m****tation is wrong, but occasionally it fits someone's personality at a formative age, and personally, has given me more pleasure over the years than I ever imagined possible, originally.