Oh great question! 😏💯

I think it started when I was younger, like 12yo. I didn’t really understand or know what I was doing, but I was curious about hanging myself. I already had little fantasies about bondage and stealing my brothers handcuffs and handcuffing myself to the head rest.. anyway, so I went to the washing line with a rope, jumped on deck chair to reach the washing line arm, (it was one of those bit metal spinning ones). I tied a knot around my neck and then around the washing line and I jumped off.

It was painful and it hurt, I was in shock from it all 😳 but for some reason I liked it.

Luckily the line didn’t spin away from the chair so I managed to climb back on top and get my footing and breath again. It Was absolutely stupid looking back… 🤦🏼‍♀️ no one was around to see me or help.

I remember mum being mortified when I walked back inside all nonchalantly and with a mighty red, rope burnt neck. We had a chat about the dangers of playing with ropes. As I hit puberty I would go into the bath and put my head under the water, holding my breath as fingering myself. I would hold it until I orgasmed, sometimes getting desperate for air and starting to kick, but that would always make me finish.

Still never really understand why, but I guess none of us know why we have fetishes. Why do others like feet? I just loving being choked. 🔥🔥