u/ButtflossAficionado

I've been into wedgies for longer than I've been a sexual being. Even at an early age I was always trying to worm them into bets over Halo, Truth or Dare, or threaten my friends and some older family members with them in order to sate that itch, and earn a few yanks in retaliation. I've never felt ashamed or upset that I'm into this, because It's my kink, and doesn't negatively effect my life.

As I've gotten older though, I've come to realize that an older family member, who used to babysit and spoil me constantly, is the genesis of my kink, and was grossly inappropriate with me over the years when I thought she was just being "Funny" or trying to tease me, stuff that absolutely WOULD NOT FLY in this day and age. I recently told my best friend about this, someone outside the wedgie community, and am considering seeking therapy concerning the issue.

I don't feel like I was groomed or traumatized in any certain way by her, but when I think back to all of the hazing and inappropriate contact she made with me, regularly, over the years, It starts to paint a broader picture of abuse.

Wedgies and verbal humiliation were her primary forms of abuse. She had this huge bed frame with spiral columns protruding from the end, about at her eye level. I'd be playing video games in the living room, and sure enough, I'd feel her manicured nails furl under the elastic of my tighty whities, dragging me into her bedroom so she could put me in a hanging wedgie, teasing me the whole while, sometimes only wearing a crop top and thong as she left me to dangle. She'd suck on my earlobes and moan orgasmically into my ear to make me feel embarrassed, she'd put me in a jock lock while she folded laundry, commenting on how tiny and slutty her thongs were, and how they resembled my briefs when she gave me a wedgie, etc.

I crave this kind of attention from women as an adult, and have had the realization that these moments with her have molded my entire sexuality, something that I thought was unique to me, and that makes me feel nauseous in a way.

I'd really like to open a discussion here about similar experiences. Talking to other members of the community has been theraputic in working through this for me. My DMs are open to anyone who doesn't feel comfortable posting publicly here.

Hanging wedgies have sort of been a white whale for me for quite some time. I had the unfortunate (or fortunate, looking back) privilege of hanging by my tighty whities quite a few times when I was younger and small enough to hoist, but it's been almost 20 years since those wedgies came to pass.

Not only am I too large to reasonably dangle off of normal household furnishings like doorknobs and coat hooked, but I have no banister or beam to secure fully with rope and pulley either.I've always been envious of people who have those mechanical winches to wedgie themselves with full tension at ease.

So, it makes me wonder, what's a hanging wedgie like as an adult? What about while wearing full-butt briefs or panties? A thong? I really want to dive into it.