My then-husband worked a great deal of night shifts and before he started one of them, he suggested we play a game. It was still a half hour until his shift began so I complacently agreed with an inkling of what he would want to play. My agreement was met with a mischievous grin as he revealed a pair of fluffy handcuffs and a ballgag. I recognised both instantly and scolded him playfully for going through my stuff but he simply took my wrists and locked them into the cuffs behind my back. I was wearing a lilac satin blouse with a curve hugging black pencil skirt which made my waist look very slim, my legs covered in sleek black stockings. I smiled as he tied a thick leather sash over my eyes and prompted me to open my mouth. When I did he pushed the ball behind my teeth and buckled it up tight, even padlocking it and carrying me over his shoulder to a bedroom (of which I only knew because of being set down on the bed). He then restrained my elbows and left the room momentarily, giving me time to appreciate my restraints.
"I'll do ANYTHING, oh! Please no, don't tie me up!"