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Tied up, tied down, anything goes tonight
(Misty Maiden)

The black rope was thin, but still strong enough so I could barely move. It was wrapped tight around both my arms which had been pulled behind my back, and was so tight around my wrists it was cutting off my circulation. I could feel pins and needles coming on.

I sat there on the stool in the semi-darkness of the cellar, the only sound my breathing. What had I got myself into here? Why had a let myself be put in this position? The answer of course, was my 'marriage'. 

I'd been married for five years now, and the truth was that words like 'passion' and 'excitement' may as well have been the words of a foreign language in our household. Those days of doing it in every room were long over, and now it was the days of once a month-if that. 

I have been on the internet, not entirely sure what I was doing when I found myself on a personal ads site. There was one ad that stuck out.

'Woman required, don't care if you're married. Must be willing to be tied up, tied down and subjected to my every whim. This will be about my pleasure, not yours. I will be the master, you will not be my equal. When you come to my house an assistant will take you down to my cellar and prepare you. What I say goes, there shall be no safe word. Call me or don't."