Bondage In The Closet
Vikki wrote an interesting post about kinky people in the closet. Specifically, she marvelled at all the kinky people who go to great lengths to prevent even their closest friends from learning that they are kinky.
I’m here to tell you: it’s a lot more fun being a little bit relaxed with your friends. When I first got to the big city as a young and clueless virgin, I knew that there were such as thing as bondage magazines because I had read a breathless story in Ms. Magazine (my mother’s subscription) by a woman who was horrified by finding a copy of “Cheerleaders in Bondage” under her son’s bed. After I hunted down the store that could sell me some, I kept them in a locked portable filing cabinet under my bed. Eventually I had several locked filing cabinets — and my friends had no hint. I lived in *terror* that someone might find out.
Thank the gods I eventually grew up.
Fast forward ten years. Pair of thumb cuffs hanging from a push pin between the two windows of my apartment. Platonic female friend (too crazy to be a romantic interest) spots the thumb cuffs. “What are those?”
Evil grin. “Put your thumbs out like this, and I’ll show you.”
Unfortunately she’s an MIT graduate, so I didn’t get to complete the demonstration. But the attempt was WAY more fun than cringing in terror.
