I was having drinks with some friends the other day when the topic of ropes came up, and they couldn’t quite understand how it was worth the time that it took to tie someone up. In the process of explaining it, I started recalling this particular instance. It wasn’t the only time that I tied Rey up, but it was her first time.
As I’ve mentioned before, when Rey and I met, she was desperate to explore her kinky side. In and among all of the other things she wanted was to have all control taken from her. To be blind, deaf, gagged, and unable to move. To have no say in what’s happening to her and no ability to even move to change it.
I was only too happy to oblige.
When I came over that day, she had no idea what was going to happen. She’d only just closed the door behind me when I grabbed her by the shoulders and slammed her back against the nearby wall, pressing my body to hers and whispering in her ear.
“Go upstairs,” I could feel her heart pounding against my chest, “Take off all of your cloths and kneel on the bed.”