[I’ve shared some of my stories, but never about my best friend & girlfriend, and our own adventures in kink and bondage and the many stories it’s brought us, so I wanted to begin to write about them and share here! Hope you all enjoy!]
The armbinder was one of my favorite pieces of bondage gear. I had no idea something of this extravagance could exist until I was placed in one back in college. I loved the look, the feel, the straps that hugged my arms and shoulders. Be it one that laced up or zippered, locked on or just buckled. Black, pink, white. You name it, I was into it.
And I was into it.
We went out to brunch that Sunday morning and talked about everything but kink. Despite what was on my mind – all the things I still wanted to do with my gear and toys – I didn’t want to overwhelm her or have this weekend appear as a sex fueled fling that would fizzle come the work week.