fifty-shades-of-grey

• Blindfolding• Gagging• Bondage with Rope• Bondage with Tape• Bondage with leather cuffs• Suspension• Bondage with handcuffs/metal restraints“We’ve talked about suspension. And it’s fine if you want to set that up as a hardlimit. It takes a great deal of time, and I only have you for short periods of time anyway.Anything else?”“Don’t laugh at me, but what’s a spreader bar?”“I promise not to laugh. I’ve apologized twice.” He glares at me. “Don’t make me doit again,” he warns. And I think I visibly shrink... oh, he’s so bossy. “A spreader is a barwith cuffs for ankles and/or wrists. They’re fun.”“Okay… Well gagging me. I’d be worried I wouldn’t be able to breathe”“I’d be worried if you couldn’t breathe. I don’t want to suffocate you.”“And how will I use safe words if I’m gagged?”He pauses.“First of all, I hope you never have to use them. But if you’re gagged, we’ll use handsignals,” he says simply.I blink up at him. But if I’m trussed up, how’s that going to work? My brain is beginningto fog… hmm alcohol.“I’m nervous about the gagging.”“Okay. I’ll take note.”I stare up at him, realization dawning.“Do you like tying your submissives up so they can’t touch you?”He gazes at me, his eyes widening.“That’s one of the reasons,” he says quietly.“Is that why you’ve tied my hands?”“Yes.”“You don’t like talking about that,” I murmur.“No, I don’t. Would you like another drink? It’s making you brave, and I need to knowhow you feel about pain.”Holy crap… this is the tricky part. He refills my teacup, and I sip.“So, what’s your general attitude to receiving pain?” Christian looks expectantly at me.“You’re biting your lip,” he says darkly.I stop immediately, but I don’t know what to say. I flush and stare down at my hands.“Were you physically punished as a child?”“No.”“So you have no sphere of reference at all?”“No.”“It’s not as bad as you think. Your imagination is your worst enemy in this,” he whispers.