I later wished I hadn't. I didn't realize until later that people considered Shirley and I an item also. I had brought my bow and some arrows along wi...h some strong twine and heavier rope at Shirley's request.Shirley picked the largest tree close to the house. She said that we needed to run a line over a high branch and would pull the antenna up to it. Now, I understood the bow and arrows. I picked an arrow and tied one end of the twine to it. I picked a branch high in the tree and gently let. It happened when I was eleven years old, and nearing the end of the fifth grade. It will come as no surprise to learn that she was a neighbor girl - Kathy, or that she was a year older than I and a grade higher.We both attended the same school in suburban Chicago and had been close friends since I had moved there three years ago. Until recently, I hadn't thought about her as anything other than a friend. She was something of a tomboy, and played as rough as any of the other guys I hung out. The beltaround my waist and many hooks and clips for various items, some of which Igathered to be for chastity devices of some kind. Her hands slid up and downmy body. "Do you know what I see?" She bit my earlobe. "Isee a slave." She whispered. "Your sole reason for existence is the pleasureof your Mistress. It calls to you." Her hand reached down to squeeze my penis. "Everythingyou are screams slave. You were born for one purpose." I whimpered into the gag as she spoke. My heartbeat a. " So with Jenny being so – what might it seem like? – brazen? I guess you must have felt even more shy, wondering what people might think of you?" Yes, that's about it. There was all that, as well as the reminder of my parent's relationship. Actually, I'm ashamed of feeling the way I did." Would it matter if Jenny was enjoying herself?" Yes, it would matter very much because I want Jenny to enjoy herself. To be fulfilled. I want her to be able to spread her wings and fly! I don't want to force.