I remember twisting the sheets in my bed as I thought about the olden days and how I would be held captive and bound waiting for my man to come and save me...except for the fact that he only untied me after he was done...

I also remember tons of sexually charged fantasies where I was unable to move for the imaginary bindings on my bed - It wasn't until I dscovered this life a few months ago that I made the connection between here and my childhood, though. Plenty of my time as an adolescent was spent wrapping in that world though!