A blindfold allowed me to see. The restraints of bondage set me free. 

After weeks of tension, hours of heated telephone confessions and online messaging.

She was letting me indulge in my fantasies of bondage. So why was I so scared? She was handing me the moment I'd been fantasizing about...

To become her Submissive. Her Submissive in Bondage.

My eyes glued to the two words on my phone: I'M HERE. Another deep breath sealed my fate, praying that my nerves would settle so I wouldn't feel anxious anymore.

There was no turning back now. Or was there?