I Was Tied Up
Wow. So, last night marked one of my hottest experiences to date. Sorry if I ramble, but here's the story:
My bf and I got into an argument over politics. We see eye to eye on most things, but last night was an exception. In typical fashion, whenever he senses that things are getting too heated, he shuts down by saying, "We'll have to agree to disagree". Which pisses me off even more. I should have let it go, but last night, I kept pushing. At one point, I was so animated that I slammed a cabinet door, causing a picture frame in the other room to fall and shatter on the floor. Without saying anything, he suddenly grabbed me and pulled me toward the door. I tried to apologize, but he ignored me. I had never seen him like this before and thought for a split second he was going to kick me out of his apartment. But instead, he opened a drawer and grabbed coils of rope. He told me to turn around and put my hands behind my back. He's tied me up several times before, but never out of punishment. Too shocked to react, I just stared at him. He spun me around and forced my wrists together. I stood silently as he tied my hands behind my back. My heart-rate raced as I felt my freedom slip away. Part of me felt like I deserved it. I had literally just BROKEN something over a pointless political disagreement. A disagreement he didn't want to have in the first place.
Still not saying a word, he pulled me over to the couch and sat me down. I apologized again, but he proceeded to tie my ankles together. I hated the silent treatment and wished that he would just yell at me. At least then, I'd have known what he was thinking. Once my ankles were cinched together, he went over and cleaned the glass off the floor. It was a picture of him with his parents his graduation. I kept apologizing, but Tom didn't say anything. "Can you please say something?" I asked.
Once he was finished sweeping up the glass, he came over and sat down next to me. "Are you settled down now?" he asked. I nodded. "Can I trust you not to break anything else?" I nodded and apologized again. "What are you sorry for?" he asked.
"For slamming the door shut and breaking your picture," I replied.
"What else?" he asked.
"And... for being kindof a bitch," I answered. Tom smiled for the first time, instantly making me feel better.
"I forgive you," he replied. He placed his hand on my thigh and scooted closer to me. As he rubbed my leg, even tied up as I was, I suddenly felt at ease. "But to make sure it doesn't happens again, I'll be keeping you tied up for the rest of the night. Hope you didn't have any plans."
I sighed. It was only 7:00! "All night?" I asked
"All night," he replied. Needless to say, he lived up to his word. And what an eventful, frustrating, satisfying, and trying night it was... I may or may not be tempted to break something else again soon ;)
My bf and I got into an argument over politics. We see eye to eye on most things, but last night was an exception. In typical fashion, whenever he senses that things are getting too heated, he shuts down by saying, "We'll have to agree to disagree". Which pisses me off even more. I should have let it go, but last night, I kept pushing. At one point, I was so animated that I slammed a cabinet door, causing a picture frame in the other room to fall and shatter on the floor. Without saying anything, he suddenly grabbed me and pulled me toward the door. I tried to apologize, but he ignored me. I had never seen him like this before and thought for a split second he was going to kick me out of his apartment. But instead, he opened a drawer and grabbed coils of rope. He told me to turn around and put my hands behind my back. He's tied me up several times before, but never out of punishment. Too shocked to react, I just stared at him. He spun me around and forced my wrists together. I stood silently as he tied my hands behind my back. My heart-rate raced as I felt my freedom slip away. Part of me felt like I deserved it. I had literally just BROKEN something over a pointless political disagreement. A disagreement he didn't want to have in the first place.
Still not saying a word, he pulled me over to the couch and sat me down. I apologized again, but he proceeded to tie my ankles together. I hated the silent treatment and wished that he would just yell at me. At least then, I'd have known what he was thinking. Once my ankles were cinched together, he went over and cleaned the glass off the floor. It was a picture of him with his parents his graduation. I kept apologizing, but Tom didn't say anything. "Can you please say something?" I asked.
Once he was finished sweeping up the glass, he came over and sat down next to me. "Are you settled down now?" he asked. I nodded. "Can I trust you not to break anything else?" I nodded and apologized again. "What are you sorry for?" he asked.
"For slamming the door shut and breaking your picture," I replied.
"What else?" he asked.
"And... for being kindof a bitch," I answered. Tom smiled for the first time, instantly making me feel better.
"I forgive you," he replied. He placed his hand on my thigh and scooted closer to me. As he rubbed my leg, even tied up as I was, I suddenly felt at ease. "But to make sure it doesn't happens again, I'll be keeping you tied up for the rest of the night. Hope you didn't have any plans."
I sighed. It was only 7:00! "All night?" I asked
"All night," he replied. Needless to say, he lived up to his word. And what an eventful, frustrating, satisfying, and trying night it was... I may or may not be tempted to break something else again soon ;)
26-30, F
