My earliest sexy memory is of discovering a paperback hidden behind the leather-bound books filling the spotless bookcases in my father's sprawling house. The paperback opened with a scene of a woman being tied to her bed by a detective - recreating the woman's rape so he could photograph it "for evidence". It made me wet - and I wasn't really even sure how sex worked yet. Later on, I would tie myself up when my parents weren't home, rubbing my crotch on the bed until I came.
It wasn't until after college that I got up the courage to look for a bondage partner for real. And discovered that in most cases the real thing is a pale imitation of what one imagines. So I took up writing about my sexual fantasies. Wrote extensively for a now defunct website, StoryBondage.com. And now for you, here. If you're a submissive, remember to ONLY play in public places or privately with people you know well.
ALWAYS let someone else know where you are and when to expect you back. There are a lot of sick fucks out there. Some of whom I write about.
It wasn't until after college that I got up the courage to look for a bondage partner for real. And discovered that in most cases the real thing is a pale imitation of what one imagines. So I took up writing about my sexual fantasies. Wrote extensively for a now defunct website, StoryBondage.com. And now for you, here. If you're a submissive, remember to ONLY play in public places or privately with people you know well.
ALWAYS let someone else know where you are and when to expect you back. There are a lot of sick fucks out there. Some of whom I write about.
