How did you get your balloon sessions in in your early years or when living with someone? Were you ever caught by parents or siblings? Did they encourage or participate in any play or popping? How did you keep them from finding out?
In my younger years I was quite open as a kid about playing with and sitting on balloons to pop them. My family never thought much about it until one day by chance somehow I gave myself an orgasm not knowing what it was just that it felt amazing. After discovering this I began to hump the balloons to achieve the same end game until I was eventually caught and at that time was told I was no longer allowed to have balloons. I didn't understand what I had done wrong and was upset of course. Instead of having family purchase balloons for me I began to sneak and buy them myself at the local stores and hide them in my room in various places like drawers and the closet. I only blew them up and popped them when noone was home and sometimes when I would take a bath or shower but kept them small or filled them with water. Being that I was not allowed to lock the bathroom door I was caught having them in there! Very embarrassing. Eventually my uninflated stash would be found and I was punished for sneaking and buying them. I was forced to watch them be busted with a pin or sharp item as punishment. After a couple times of this and me still getting caught having them I was made to watch an aunt of mine sit pop them on a chair as I was instructed to place them on the chair one at a time for her and she constantly commented on how much fun it was and how much she enjoyed busting them knowing that I couldn't make myself silly with them anymore. How I could be having all the fun myself if I just wouldn't make myself silly but as long as I wasn't supposed to have them and continued sneaking them this would be the result of me spending my money on them. This led to a deeper liking of the balloons and a rage of emotions. While embarrassed and angry it was also somewhat of a turn on to see a very tan fit female sit on and bust balloons and have fun doing it. After experiencing this several times which I was told was bc it was my favorite way of busting them I stopped buying them as often and learned to hide them better when I did. Later on I moved in with my stepmother and kept it fairly hidden. On occasion I would blow up a few and sit pop them for fun but she required me to do so in the main living room of the house where I could be supervised. Oddly enough I actually enjoyed her watching me. She would actually
cheer me on saying things like come on you got it bounce harder or its about to bust, bounce on it, bounce bounce bounce, bounce your booty on it, you got this! Watch me, let me show you how it's done, they won't survive my booty. Occasionally she would pop one or two here and there. She never seemed to judge me. One day I came home one day to find she had inflated multiple bags of balloons and was encouraging me to bust them and have fun with them. I was shocked and wasn't sure how to react or begin. After continuous encouragement and her busting several I gave in and joined her in busting them. She said she wanted me to learn to be open and not have to keep things hidden. She said she didn't see anything wrong with busting them and having fun with it all and wanted me to feel normal and not ashamed. We both busted all of the balloons by stomping and sit popping and squeezing them both individually and me sitting on her lap while she sat on several. She busted many with her nails. She said we need to bust these and get rid of them all. After this occurrence we both bought, inflated and busted balloons quite frequently. I felt as though I could be open and not hide my inflating and busting balloons although I did still have my alone time in private.
In my younger years I was quite open as a kid about playing with and sitting on balloons to pop them. My family never thought much about it until one day by chance somehow I gave myself an orgasm not knowing what it was just that it felt amazing. After discovering this I began to hump the balloons to achieve the same end game until I was eventually caught and at that time was told I was no longer allowed to have balloons. I didn't understand what I had done wrong and was upset of course. Instead of having family purchase balloons for me I began to sneak and buy them myself at the local stores and hide them in my room in various places like drawers and the closet. I only blew them up and popped them when noone was home and sometimes when I would take a bath or shower but kept them small or filled them with water. Being that I was not allowed to lock the bathroom door I was caught having them in there! Very embarrassing. Eventually my uninflated stash would be found and I was punished for sneaking and buying them. I was forced to watch them be busted with a pin or sharp item as punishment. After a couple times of this and me still getting caught having them I was made to watch an aunt of mine sit pop them on a chair as I was instructed to place them on the chair one at a time for her and she constantly commented on how much fun it was and how much she enjoyed busting them knowing that I couldn't make myself silly with them anymore. How I could be having all the fun myself if I just wouldn't make myself silly but as long as I wasn't supposed to have them and continued sneaking them this would be the result of me spending my money on them. This led to a deeper liking of the balloons and a rage of emotions. While embarrassed and angry it was also somewhat of a turn on to see a very tan fit female sit on and bust balloons and have fun doing it. After experiencing this several times which I was told was bc it was my favorite way of busting them I stopped buying them as often and learned to hide them better when I did. Later on I moved in with my stepmother and kept it fairly hidden. On occasion I would blow up a few and sit pop them for fun but she required me to do so in the main living room of the house where I could be supervised. Oddly enough I actually enjoyed her watching me. She would actually
cheer me on saying things like come on you got it bounce harder or its about to bust, bounce on it, bounce bounce bounce, bounce your booty on it, you got this! Watch me, let me show you how it's done, they won't survive my booty. Occasionally she would pop one or two here and there. She never seemed to judge me. One day I came home one day to find she had inflated multiple bags of balloons and was encouraging me to bust them and have fun with them. I was shocked and wasn't sure how to react or begin. After continuous encouragement and her busting several I gave in and joined her in busting them. She said she wanted me to learn to be open and not have to keep things hidden. She said she didn't see anything wrong with busting them and having fun with it all and wanted me to feel normal and not ashamed. We both busted all of the balloons by stomping and sit popping and squeezing them both individually and me sitting on her lap while she sat on several. She busted many with her nails. She said we need to bust these and get rid of them all. After this occurrence we both bought, inflated and busted balloons quite frequently. I felt as though I could be open and not hide my inflating and busting balloons although I did still have my alone time in private.
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