Its seven o'clock on a Saturday and I'm rushing around, putting on the last finishing touches, getting ready to go. We are on our way to a house-warming party.
"We're going to be late."
"Relax", my husband called from the den.
I grab the loaves of wholewheat bread from the counter, stuff them into a gift-bag and put the the bag on the table by the door.
"The invite says they want the women to wear black" Husband said.
"What?" I asked, peeking into the den. He is sitting on the couch, tying up his boots.
"Here". He passes me the invitation and in glittery ink, there is a polite request that women wear black.
Had this invite on our fridge for six weeks.
"That's so like them", I said.
"Artists are weird like that", he said.
I take off my white blouse.
"We're going to be late now" I said.
"We won't be late. Come here", he says. There's an amused look on his face.
"I have to change". I turn around, walk out of the room.
In the bedroom, I grab the first black dress I see, put it on, take my skirt off.
"You can grab the tape", he said.
He can't be serious but I know he is really serious. His tone has changed from light and amused to a tone hovering around disaproval.
I grab the tape.
"Now. Come. Here."
We don't have time for this, but I stand in front of him and he puts a leg on either side of me.
I pass him the roll. He takes down the top half of my dress.
Deftly, he peels off a length of tape and winds it around my breastline, up and around my breasts.
A corset of tape in less than a mintue.
"There", he said. "We're ready".
The most often asked question, I am receiving from readers (thank-you for the email) is:
"Are you always in a submissive mindset?" And its a hard one to answear.
The example above illustrates no.
Now, you might not catch the reason why my husband bound me up in tape and sent me out into the night. He was making a point...several in fact.
He wanted my attention. I was too distracted and worried about the time about the soical event, to slow down and to trust that all is just fine, the world won't end if we're late.
He tried to distract me. If I had come, when he first asked, it probably would have been a different outcome. I mean, goodness, I had just flashed the man my breasts. He has a pulse. It would have probably been some nipple pulling/twisting, kisses and hugs. A nice few stolen moments.
Instead, I didn't listen, I wasn't paying attention and I didn't submit--in that moment.
Being bound and taped was the consequence.
I got off lightly. It could have been monarch clamps.