We'd then have an evening, or a weekend, or even more, of delicious servitude.We'd then have an evening, or a weekend, or even more, of delicious servitude. One of the iron-clad rules, though, was that we didn't hurt each other. I like being tied up -- and I like tying my lovers up -- but I'm not into pain. A whipping, if that's what the game called for, was just a few strokes, enough to tingle, but not sting more than slightly. But locks were real locks, and while we often used Velcro for convenience bonds, if the game called for sleeping chained, real handcuffs were used. Neither of us had ever escaped -- and the rules do permit escapes and turn- abouts. In fact, that was why I started a serious exercise program; I didn't like being overpowered that easily. I don't know if I'm as strong as John is, but he can't easily overpower me without risking hurting me -- and that, as I said, is beyond the rules. Be that as it may, I grew to like exercise for its own sake; even today, as busy as I was, I found time to work out. We always took the "no pain" rule seriously. When we played our discreet public bondage games, we always did it an hour or more away, to avoid any public embarrassment. We'd keep each other minutely apprised of our professional schedules, so that kidnap- ings didn't cause problems at work. John always seemed to walk the edge of that rule, though. His ropes were often a bit tighter than necessary, and his spankings a bit harder. I never really knew what was going to happen next, and that was both a thrill and a source of worry. The essence of bondage is helplessness -- that you are not at all in control, that you are at the complete and total mercy of another. But there must also be trust -- you must know that your partner won't exceed your bounds -- and I was never really sure if I could trust John. But that, of course, meant I was really at his mercy, which turned me on even more sometimes. |