It started with a text message from my boyfriend Ethan. I was just getting out of bed and pondering the freedom of a brand-new day with no obligations at hand. I had no job because I wanted to enjoy the summer after working my ass off in my first year at college. And because I have parents who are "comfortable," and let me do pretty much whatever I want.

Those parents had gone on a trip to Europe and I had the place to myself for a month. And I was basking in the sense of owning myself and the day. Maybe I'd go shopping. Maybe I'd mess around on the computer or watch movies in my dad's home theater downstairs. Since it was sunny out I would definitely spend time in the backyard at the pool.

Hey, once I graduate that'll be it for having summers off. I was going to take advantage of it while it lasted! I wasn't looking forward to joining the working world, to be honest. Working nine to five, five days a week forever did not fill me with anticipation. Especially since I really hadn't thought of anything I really wanted to do with my life.

I will be dropping by today to surprise you. Wear something sexy.

Uh-huh, I thought. Was it a surprise if he warned me he was going to drop by? Sometimes I wondered about him. He's got a gorgeous body, mind you, and is great in bed and fun to be around. And like working for a living, decisions about whether I wanted to live my life with a guy could be pushed back for some years still.

For now, he was fun.

Of course, like a lot of the guys I'd been with he'd learned his lessons on sex by watching porn videos. I'd spent some time teaching him that those weren't real and also how to be a great lover. To his credit, he was a quick study.

But that didn't prevent him from having fantasies like the kind he got from videos. That included things like threesomes, with both guys and girls - because he wanted to watch me with them, just like he watched the videos. And, in fact, I had kind of mostly given in on that one. We hadn't done a threesome yet but I had said if he picked the right guy we could probably explore this fantasy of his.

It wasn't that I didn't think the idea could be super-hot, mind you. But it was also rife with danger for any relationship. Though so far he hadn't shown much in the way of jealousy. God, I hate jealous boyfriends! Other guys look at me. I can't help it! I look like I look! And don't tell me that wasn't a major factor in why they themselves had hit on me!

Hypocrites.

Ethan's latest idea from videos was tying me up. I was a bit leery about that but had given in to him on it, though with warnings. He'd tied me spreadeagled to my bed and spent a good deal of time pleasuring me, so it had worked out pretty well. It had been weird, though, not being able to move and being... helpless.

It was odd how that sense of helplessness had both excited and stressed me out. The latter, I would have expected, but the sense of breathless... possibilities, was not something I had expected. I was kind of hoping for more of that, but hadn't suggested it because, well, I didn't want him to think I was kinky or something!

He was kind of old-fashioned in some ways. He wanted to do all kinds of hot, wicked things with me like he'd seen in porn videos. But it had to be his idea, not mine. That way he could pretend I was the innocent, 'good' girl and he was just persuading me to cater to him. Like, if I'd suggested a threesome he'd probably have wondered why he wasn't satisfying me and why I needed more people in bed.

But hey, I've been on the internet as long as he has. And while I haven't spent nearly as much time looking at porn videos, well, I'd seen some, and some had been quite... intriguing! The idea of bondage had always sort of excited me since it relieved me of any responsibility for what happened. If the sex was bad, hey, it wasn't my fault!

It also relieved me of any sense of guilt. Not just in my eyes, but, I figured, in the guy's eyes, too. After all, if I was tied up and helpless then whatever happened after that was entirely on him.