Dreaming You're the Last

I can pick out a lot of my kinks form my childhood. My favorite games as a child where Cops and Robbers, and Cowboys and Indians. My favorite part was after being chased down and caught by a member of the opposite team, they would tie up our hands and lock us in a closet until we were rescued or the end of the game. When all of one team’s members where in the closet, the winning team members would take out the people they caught and parade them around, still tied up. Then the game would start over.

So that right there is the basis for a lot of my fetishes/fantasies.

I also know where my mean girl/mean sister fetish comes from.

The girl next door was the same age as me and we grew up together. We practically live together because our respective parents would take turns looking after us over the weekends. This girl was very dominate and like to drag me along on her adventures, usually getting us in trouble or making me do all the dangerous stuff. She also liked to fuck with my mind a lot.  One of the times she was sleeping over at my house, I showed her this terrifying troll my Grandmother had brought back from Holland for me. The legend of these trolls was that it would eat anyone that it caught in the dark, especially children. She would not let me put it back in the containers on the top shelf of my closet, and instead put it in my top dresser drawer. We shared my bed when it was time to sleep, but instead of drifting off quietly together, she grabbed my arm and told me how the troll had escaped and was going to kill my family. When I tried to get out of bed to see if they were okay, she wrapped her arms and legs around me and squeezed. She would not let me go and continued to whisper in my ear about how it was eating my family. After a while I started to cry, and she kissed my cheeks and petted my hair telling me she would protect me from the troll, but never let go of me. She slept on top of me all night so I could not get away from her.

She did a lot of things like that to me, and she always told me that she would look after me because I was hers. We eventually grew apart once we hit middle school and stopped talking once high school started.