Bondage In The Closet

Vikki wrote an interesting post about kinky people in the closet. Specifically, she marveled 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 (years before) a breathless story in Ms. Magazine (my mother’s subscription) by a woman who was shocked and horrified to find a copy of a “Cheerleaders in Bondage” magazine under her teen son’s bed. When I finally found myself in the sort of place (oh, paradise!) that had really comprehensive porn stores, I hunted down the store that could sell me some bondage magazines, but then I kept them in a locked portable filing cabinet under my bed. Eventually I had several locked filing cabinets — but I gave my friends not one hint. I lived in terror that someone might find out.

Thank the gods I eventually grew up!

Fast forward ten years. I’m back in small town America. There’s a pair of thumb cuffs hanging from a push pin between the two windows of my apartment. A 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.

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