It's late at night and we are in bed talking about our latest sexual
activities. It's early in our relationship and we are still discovering
each other's preferences.

We talk about how I like my nipples sucked. I tell him that I like
pretty severe sucking, to the point of using teeth to pull and nibble on
them, and use nipple suckers and that he is the first person who has ever been able to
understand how good it feels to have them stimulated so strongly. He
responds maybe that's because most men believe that would hurt instead
of please the woman, and I respond with, "Maybe that's true, but
sometimes pain can be a good thing." He mulls that over, and I can't
actually believe I just put it that bluntly, but we both kind of ignore
the significance of the statement and go on to other things.

We eventually get into another discussion where the "B" word finally
comes up, and we both admit to each other that we have fantasized about
bondage. We talk about experimenting, and the next couple of weeks are
filled with conversations and anticipation about our impending journey
into bondage. We decide that I am to be the submissive. I don't have
much in the way of dominant tendencies -- I have always been submissive
in my bondage fantasies. Even though he is interested in both the
dominant and submissive roles, I am clearly more the submissive.

We decide this will be the weekend for our bondage experiment. He goes
to work on Friday leaving me the whole day to wonder and worry about
what the evening will hold for me. I know he has acquired the toys and
torture tools he plans on using, and they must be around the house
somewhere by this time, but he has been adamant that he doesn't want me
knowing what his plans for me are, and I agree with his rationale. I've
been careful over the past few days not to look for the toys or even
come across them by mistake for fear of ruining his plans.

He has always been the gentlest and sweetest person to me, but while
talking about my submission to him and how he plans to dominate me, he
has actually begun to be quite the disciplinarian. He has already
promised me punishments for certain "transgressions" I've committed. His
promise to "mess with" my tits is particularly intriguing. I don't know
what he has in mind for the punishments, but while part of me is looking
forward to it, the other part of me is a bit fearful, and I want to
avoid adding reasons for punishment to his list.

Evening finally comes and we return from work, but he is in a bad mood
and has had a bad day. We have dinner, but he then tells me he's too
tired for our bondage games tonight and wants to go to bed. I cannot
believe he is saying that -- surely he must be joking. Is this more of
his mind domination, or is he really serious? Evidently he is serious
because he gets up and heads toward the bedroom, and I just want to cry.
I follow him into the bedroom, all the while trying to figure out what I
have done wrong to make him decide to forgo our bondage session.
Luckily, after about 10 minutes in bed, he tells me he's now ready to
test out tying me up. My heart begins to race again. I wonder if I will
be sorry for hoping he would change his mind.

He tells me to follow him to the living room, which I do. He then tells
me to strip. I stand in the corner of the room undressing and leave my
clothes on the floor beside me. Now I'm completely naked (in more ways
than one?). He has moved to the fireplace and is retrieving a toolbox
that was behind a chair there. He has opened up the toolbox and is
taking things out. I notice handcuffs, butt plugs, huge dildos and a ball gag. He tells me to come closer, which I do, and I attempt to smile at
him, but he is totally focused on this really long piece of rope that he
wants to use on me. He tells me to put my arms in the air and he starts
to wind the rope around my chest, underneath my tits.

As he winds the rope around and around, I can hear a "whish" as it moves
through the air, and he is tightly winding around my chest two or three