Decided to finally continue my story from where I left off, with me having my own first few female garments, a half-slip and a pantyhose. This is where I will continue and also talk about my adolescence.
When I was in secondary school, school ended quite early actually and ECA (it was called Extra Co-curriculum Activities during my time) was usually held on Saturday as school was 5 and a half day week then. So I was usually home before 3pm each day on weekday and I got time on hand, fun time. This was how a normal day in my house was like. My father would be at work until 6 or 7pm each day. My sister was already in her graduating years then, so most of the time, she would stay back in school for her studies and only be back for dinner. My mother would usually take her afternoon from 2:30pm to 4pm or so before waking up to cook dinner. My cousins would usually call around 4:30pm to inform us if they were coming over for dinner. So, I got roughly 1 hour alone.
During those days, my sister and I shared one room, which was also my study room. We got a guest room where my cousins would stay for their sleepover, as my cousins usually locked that room, it was strictly out-of-bound. My parents slept in the master bedroom that is near the kitchen and is separated by the living room. The way my house is structured is quite interesting. The study room and bedroom are located on the left side of the living room and the master bedroom is on the right side. So you can imagine that if my mother was in her room, she needs to walk through the living room to reach my room, so I will usually try to listen for her footstep to see if my "playtime" was over. The storeroom was located just beside my study room, that was where I hid my CD stash. 😁
Now that the background is set, it is easier for me to continue my story... Usually, I would try to go back early from school, do my homework and wait for opportunity to try on my "precious". Opportunity came once a while when my mother took her nap, I was done with my homework and the whole house was quiet... Initially, I would just take the half-slip or the pantyhose out, admire the touch and sensation, and feel the urge and rush. It was an interesting feeling especially when the heart was pumping fast and I felt the flush in my ears. I did not really dare to put it on yet... However, all these came at a break, because the influence of television... All thanks to the influence of late night shows like The Benny Hill Show and also those TV programmes or movies where the actresses or female hosts dressed so femininely. I was really turned on by them and wanted to act like them... (You can see the short video clip of The Benny Hill Show to understand the influence it has on me...)
So one fine day, I decided to try on the half slip and pantyhose together... I took off my shorts and underwear and put on that lovely pair of feminine garments... It was at that moment, I got an experience like never before. My heart was pounding fast and hard, I was totally excited as I admired my dark sheer legs and pretended that my half-slip was my skirt. I feel so feminine and desirable... At that moment, my "you-know-where" got such a reaction and urge like never before. So I lie with my back on my bed and looking down at my half slip and pantyhosed legs... I was enjoying every moment, admiring myself, caressing and touching the silky and satin fabrics... Not knowing what came over me, I turn my body over, and pretend that I was a damsel in distress... I pretended that I was a lady who was kidnapped and my hands tied behind me and my legs bounded by a small thin belt that my cousin had discarded previously. I guess it must be the influence of those television shows showing those scenarios where the lady was captured and bounded. This was when I accidently discovered orgasm... Yes, by accident...
You see, while I imagined that I was a lady that was captured and tied up. I pretended to struggle free from those binding ropes... That sound and feel of the pantyhose and satin rubbing against each other was so rousing, As I was lying face down, my sensitive part was now squeezed in between my body and the bed... So as I struggled, my groin area was stimulated as it was rubbing on the satin slip and pantyhose, the thought, sound and feel got me more excited... The more I struggled, the more aroused I got... This continued until IT happened suddenly... At first, I thought that my urge was so strong that I peed on my bed... On top of that nice and beautiful feeling that I got comparable to releasing my urine when my bladder was full, I felt confuse, scare and also regret as I had stained the pantyhose and half-slip... So I rushed to wash up the intimate wears by hiding them under my t-shirt, walking past my mother's room, ensure that she was still asleep before proceeding to the kitchen basin to wash the stained portion of both lingerie before smuggling them back to my stash for hiding... This was an experience I can never forget... It was so memorable and nice... My first climax while dressing in such sensual lingerie...
Moving forward, I really craved for this feeling... It felt so intense and good... So sexy and feminine... So whenever opportunities came, I would try to dress up and imagine myself been captured and try it all over again. I thought that it was the only way I could achieve that feeling (of climax)... Usually, I would dress up in my study room with my door locked and try to unlock it before my mother was awake from her nap, this was my usual modus operandi. However, one day, not sure what gotten into me, I decided to wear the half-slip and pantyhose out of my room. Yes, I tried it once out of my study room for a short distance in the living room and it was okay because I know that my mother would still be asleep then. The feeling was so thrilling. Since the first time I tried, everything was okay, I decided to try it again a few more time as I felt so confident that I got it all planned out... This was when disaster strike... Yup, I was caught by my mother one afternoon when I was dressing up and walking into the living room, bumping into her...
It did not end well... There was scolding after that, really a bad scolding... Maybe that is why I feel so inferior and dare not step out of closet CD? Or just my excuse... Anyway, back to my story... As you guess it, I had to dispose that half-slip and pantyhose away since that unfortunate incident... I do consider this as my first purge.
From that time on, even since I threw away my first and only pantyhose, I would hope to pick up some random pantyhose that flew down from other laundry and keep it. It was still quite a common sight to see some household washing pantyhose and hanging out to dry back in the 80's and 90's... There was once when I saw one black pantyhose that had flew and dropped at the void deck but I was in my school uniform then, so I dare not pick it up...
I guess ever since getting caught by my mother, I got to suppress my urges to CD... Occasionally, I would try to mimic the same scenario on my bed and imagine in my brain but without my feminine wear to get that feeling but it just feel so... different... Not to mention unexciting and unstimulating...
Well, the rest of my adolescent years are quite boring and normal. Just focus on my studies and homework and so on... There was another small episode where I came across my cousin's ankle high stockings and also a white pair of pantyhose that she worn for one of her sister's wedding... But there was nothing major to share about. Maybe I will talk about white pantyhose in subsequent chapter...
This has come to the end of my teenage years of CD. It started on a high but ended with nothing in sight... However, I guess my desire to CD was just suppressed at this stage or still in the infancy... Another way I see it, as I shared previously, this stage is termed as pantyhose or satin fetishism... Looking back at how it all started, it was so memorable. Alrighty, stay tune for my next stage of my CD journey...
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