This is my first bondage, with someone I knew for only 20 days. I was deeply moved by his trust in what I would do. He didn't set any rules, he didn't ask for a safeword, he simply handed me the rope and let me play. I kept it simple with the rope - legs tied together, one arm behind his back... , but then I stepped aside and watched him, avoiding eye contact, total silence...for a while...I didn't want to touch him. Finally I put my foot against his leg...and when I was about to take the photo, he reached and touched me with his hand. That moment I realized - he might have been the submissive one, but I was the dominated one...Trust could be overwhelming, Submission could be sweet, and Bondage could mean Love...
