A Rope Prisoner

All couples have their own, secret games. Ours is called “A Rope Prisoner.” It might surprise you to know that a couple of forty-somethings play bondage games after eleven years of marriage. And you may even be more surprised when you learn that we’re both military officers. But, that’s the way it is. And it’s great! You can take my word for it.

I met Allanah when I was an infantry instructor. Now, before you throw the whole “how could you?” teacher-student BS, I want to remind you that she was already in her twenties when I met her. So, don’t compare me with a creepy old man offering candy to a kid in the park.

There was tension between us from day one. And I mean sexual tension. I remember one day when I wrestled all my students, one by one. She was the last, and, man, by the time we finished, we were almost making it with our clothes on!

I asked her to see me at the gym that night. “What for?” she asked in her hot, husky voice. And I said, “You know very well.” That night, I showed her my rope kit. As I was pulling out the ropes and the rest of the equipment, I explained to her the scene we were going to make. Just before getting started, I asked for her consent. (Remember, never assume that consent has been given. Make it explicit.) And she said that she would only consent if I defeated her in a wrestling match.

It wasn’t easy, I can tell you that. But, in the end, I prevailed. We did the bondage scene, and that was our first special night together.

Now, eleven years later, I still take the ropes out from time to time, and we repeat what happened that night at the gym. That’s what “A Rope Prisoner” is all about. And it just keeps getting better.

This is my Shibari story.