The Story of a Fat Bird

I love Jim. He’s sweet, loving, and loyal. He’s the best! We’ve been together for four years now, and I really believe he’s the love of my life. Forgive me if I get sentimental, but I always cry when I tell the story of a fat bird.

That’s why it makes me so sad to see him pitying himself because he’s fat. Of course, I wouldn’t say otherwise; he’s chubby, period. You see, he loves donuts, and he hates exercise, and that’s not a good combination.

We agree on almost everything. But, in others, we’re totally different. And, when it comes to bedroom activities, Jim is all vanilla, while I’m more into kink. Actually, I have a passion for bondage. So, I tried to teach him how to tie me Shibari style, but all I got was to put him in a bad mood. Then, I ask him to let me do the tying. He agreed, but not very enthusiastically. Then, he saw a video about suspension being the ultimate Shibari experience is suspension. He shouldn’t have. All his self-pity about being fat resurfaced. It ruined the whole thing.

Now, I’ve always believed that extreme problems call for extreme measures. So, I asked him to give me an hour of total obedience and no questions. Also, we agreed he would wear a blindfold. That was my idea.

I’ve never been so concentrated on a scene before. When he felt the ropes around him, Jim moved his lips a couple of times, as if he were about to ask something, but he honored our agreement and kept quiet.

When I took the blindfold away from his eyes, he saw himself standing two feet above the ground. I was sweaty and exhausted, but it had all been worth it. As tears ran down his cheeks, I told him:

And this was the story of a fat bird who could fly.