I was in a long-distance relationship with a guy who lived about a 700 miles away, so when we saw each other, we more than made up for lost time. One night we decided to experiment with a little light bondage, using a ribbon from a present I sent him to tie each other to the headboard of his bed.
About midway through one energetic session, he decides he needs to take a trip to the kitchen for some water, leaving me tied to the bed. Of course, he was considerate enough to throw a sheet over me, but that barely helped at all when his roommate arrived in the doorway to smirk at me and make fun of my bound condition. I was not happy.
The even more embarrassing part to this story is that my boyfriend never untied the ribbon from the headboard. Two weeks later, his parents came by while he was in class to replace the bed frame, without his knowledge. Between the ribbon and the fact that the headboard was broken, his parents figured out in a hurry just how much my evil self had corrupted their son. I made a point of avoiding them after that. It has been four years and I still haven’t gotten over it.
– Anonymous
