Tying a Stranger

Ideally, you should get married and share every aspect of your life with your wife. However, that’s not always the case. I have a friend who’s a huge fan of baseball, while his wife can’t stand seeing a bat. Another friend has a passion for postage stamps, whereas his wife thinks that’s the nerdiest hobby in the world. I even have a friend who really enjoys going hunting. His wife was an animal lover, and they ended up separating in a quite bitter way. I was afraid that was going to happen to me and Marla. That is, until that night, when I ended up tying a stranger.

I’ve been a bondage fan since I went to Japan to study advanced engineering in my late twenties. I never hid it from Marla. On the contrary, since we were engaged, I asked her to let me tie her. I showed her my credentials —I’ve taken several workshops, and I think I can call myself a rigger—and I even asked some of my friends to tell her just how great it felt to play bottom. Nothing convinced her. She wouldn’t try it, not even once.

So, one night we had a bitter discussion, and I left the house. I drove away for what must have been an hour, and then I stopped at a bar where I’d never been before. I thought a couple drinks would help me recover my good mood.

There, I met a very attractive woman, and I told her what my problem was. She told me that she would agree to play bottom for me on the condition that I wouldn’t try to cheat on my wife with her. It sounded odd, but it was exactly what I needed, so I agreed.

This woman, whose name I cannot say, and I have been doing scenes together for the last six months. And things couldn’t go better with Marla. It’s quite an unusual arrangement, but, hey, unusual is another name for kink, right?

This is the story of how I ended up tying a stranger.