It’s All About Timing
My husband/Sir and I have been on this new BDSM-D/s journey for several months now. We have already traveled places that I never even imagined we could go. I have been writing, all along this journey, as a journal, so I will be able remember both special and ordinary events. I had hinted at my desire to try bondage for years, but Sir had convinced himself that I was just kidding and didn’t ACTUALLY want to try it. Well, I have since created a MONSTER! I will take some responsibility for that because I have given him the permission and the control to try anything that he wants to explore. This is the story of our first night playing with mild bondage.
We went out to dinner. The waitress was REALLY cute and P (short for Professor) seemed especially excited by that. Actually, everything that was going on around us that night seemed to excite him. We shared intense glances, soft touches and lots of dirty talk at the table. By the time we finished our dinner and returned home we were both super charged, and headed to the bedroom for some fun. Things were going extremely well, with lots of touching, tasting and fondling, all part of our “normal” fun. Then he turned me onto my stomach, and laid his body on top of me. I did not sense anything new was about to happen. But I noticed that he was reaching under the side of the bed. It took me a second too long to realize what had just happened. As I gasped, wide eyed, attempting to free myself from under him, a pair of REAL handcuffs was clicked onto my right wrist. “OH, FUCK NO YOU WON’T!” came booming out of my mouth just as he flipped me over, onto my back, straddled me and attempted to grab my left hand. “OH, FUCK YEAH I WILL!” he said with a dark look in his eyes I had never seen before. He was SO MUCH stronger than I am, so it didn’t take but a second and the other hand was cuffed.
“OK, this is kind of fun,” I thought as I tried to relax. I started to laugh and asked him where the cuffs came from. I was thinking that this was a fun game. He slammed my cuffed hands above my head, sat hard across my chest, smiled a wicked smile, leaned over in my face and said, “Bitch, I am not done with you yet.” What I hadn’t realized, because he was an expert at distraction, was that he had reached behind my head and pulled out an expertly rigged tether line from the headboard. Before I realized exactly what it was, the handcuffs were clipped in and he was flying off the end of the bed. I was in a dead panic now, flailing, cursing and threatening him with every fiber of my body. He reached down to the corner of the bed frame and came out with one ankle rope. I quickly decided that if I kicked out all his teeth, it was his own damned fault. FUCK, he is strong! No surprise, both my ankles ended up tethered to either footing and I was screwed. Literally! 🙂
P has never shown this kind of aggression, and when all was said and done, we both LOVED IT! I can’t tell you how bruised my ankles and wrists were the next day. I put up a good fight, but was no match for him. I inquired as to when he had done all the rigging. He told me it had been set up for almost two weeks. When I asked what had taken him so long to use it, he simply replied with a smile on his face, “Timing, Baby. It’s all about timing.” I think his timing was perfect.