The Very Same

I can’t help it. I miss him. Miss him badly! You see, I’ve always been a very romantic woman. Actually, my friends think I’m too romantic. For the longest time, I dreamed about getting married dressed in white. Likewise, I wanted to spend sugar-coated days hanging from my husband’s arm. We’ve only been married for three months. And it’s still very difficult for me to spend the whole day away from him. That’s why I had to bring it. That’s why it had to be the very same one we use on the weekends.

Let me explain. I’m a romantic, but I’m also kink. I don’t see why I can’t be both. Actually, some forms of kink are quite romantic. The point is, I and my husband have this gothic fantasy of a stormy romance between Lord Molwall and Lady Camelia. It’s a fantasy we have developed over the years, to the point where we could write a book series about it. Lord Molwall is sadistic on the outside, but there is a hidden tenderness deep within his heart. Lady Camelia is submissive, even passive most of the time, but when a passion burns inside of her, she knows no limits.

We both love Shibari. Consequently, a good part of our story is made up of bondage scenes in which he ties me (as Camelia) to a chair. Then, he does things to me I would have never imagined I would agree to. The scenes are lovely, complete with steamy sex, as you may imagine. And we do them every Saturday night, no matter what.

Believe it or not, that’s what I miss the most when I’m alone, at work. So, I decided to bring the very same chair we use for those scenes to my office. My story is that I must have it for orthopedic reasons (which is a blatant lie) and that I wouldn’t endure the day without it (which is somehow true). My days are happier since I brought it with me; I work better, and everybody wins. Believe me.

This is my Shibari story.