Introduction to Bondage

Greg woke up with Cindy cuddled up against him. Her arm was draped over his chest. Her left leg was slung over his left leg, her knee precariously resting against his morning wood. It was definitely a nice way to wake up. The only improvement to be made would be to have her naked against him.

Something caused Cindy to be startled from her sleep. She found herself sprawled across Greg.

"Good morning." He gave her a warm smile, letting her know he was glad she was there.

Cindy wiped the sleep from her eyes. "You ready to get up?"

"I'm good. You can go back to sleep if you want."

She rolled over onto her back. He reached over wanting to maintain contact with her. She held his hand, lacing his fingers between hers.

"This is nice," he mumbled.

"Mm hmmm." Indeed it was. As much as she was opposed to giving in to his sexual needs, contact wasn't as much of a dilemma.

"Can I ask you a super dumb question?"

"Does it have to do with sex?"

"Of course," he admitted.

"Are we ever going to have a conversation that doesn't revolve around fornicating?"

"Not until we've actually done the dirty deed."

"So what's the question?"

"Can we discuss medical bondage?"

"Are you kidding me?"

"Not really," Greg said softly, as if he had crossed some line he couldn't return from.

"I didn't think you were paying attention when I first mentioned it."

"I needed something to distract me from the pain."

"And you picked medical bondage? God, you're weird."

"I don't know, I'm not exactly sure what medical bondage is," he tried to sound thoughtful. "If you explain it to me, then we can make that decision."

Cindy moaned, embarrassed that she even had this 'special' knowledge. She dropped her face into the pillow and started giggling.

"I know you didn't just make that up. It sounds too unreal to be made up."

She pulled her face up to meet his. He could see she was blushing.

"Well, you know what medical stuff is."

"I do...at least I think I do."

"And you know what bondage is."

"Yep!" He said that almost too quickly, as if he were a master at it.

"Put the two together and you get: Medical Bondage."

"Are you trying to tell me you're a dominatrix?"

"Oh hell no!"

"Then what's the purpose of it?"

"It's fetishism. I didn't say I partook in it. Just because you know of something doesn't make you a participant." She watched his eyes brighten as the smile broadened on his face.

"I want to be a participant."

"You do know it's a sexual thing." She frowned.

"Oh, that's right, you don't like sex."

Cindy pulled the pillow out from under her head. "You are such an ass."

"Like you're telling me something new." Greg slammed her back with the pillow.

"Are you sure you want to do it?" She got serious for a few moments.

"Only if you're going to be my dominatrix."

"Stuff like this takes a lot of trust. You're going to let me subdue you in a way that totally forfeits your control over your body."

He didn't say anything. Mostly because he hadn't thought about that part. Hell, it was something he hadn't anticipated. Giving up control was not his thing.

"I want you to seriously think about it before we decide anything."

"Do I get to decide what you can do to me?" He stared up at the ceiling with his arm around her, her head resting once again in the crook of his shoulder.

"Depends whether I think it will be safe or not." She rubbed her hand across his chest, slowly massaging her way to his belly and below.

"If you're going to do that, you had better be ready to go all the way." Her hand shot back up to his chest. 'Damn, why did I say anything?'

"What's wrong?" As if she didn't know.

"Have to take a potty break."

"We should both get up for a while. I have to get home and get a shower, get dressed and then do some stuff before I come back around lunchtime."

"You mean you're not going to stay the whole time with me?" Greg tried to pout, but knew it wasn't coming off as needy.

"If you want me to be your dominatrix, you're going to have to give me some time to get into character," she said simply.