We are just sitting at the dining room table drinking coffee and talking, and suddenly it is as if the universe shifts slightly to the left, a sudden change in how everything feels. I can sense what's coming.
You get up and walk over behind me, pull my head back by my hair and kiss me. It's soft and almost playful. Suddenly you stop and use your hand in my hair to raise me from the chair. "Go in the bedroom and take off your clothes, and be quick about it," you say. I hurry to do so, not wanting to be punished for disobeying. Already I am dampening from the anticipation of what is coming.
I stand at the foot of the bed as you search through the play closet looking for whatever suits you today. My lovely leather wrist restraints come out of the closet in your hands. I hold my arms together in front of you so you can buckle them on. Then, holding them together by the big snap hook that connects them, you pull my arms up and put my hands behind my head so my elbows point at the ceiling. Your other hand goes back in my hair and you guide me to the bed, pushing me over so my upper body is face down on the mattress. You tell me not to move. I don't, I'm no fool.