Into the Wild I answered a classified ad in our local newspaper. That was 19 years ago. Who could have predicted that it would turn out like this? True, during those first late night phone calls he had held nothing back. What did he have to lose? We had never met face to face and if my reaction wasnt favorable, all he had to do was disconnect and it would be over. So, he laid it all out for me. He liked bondage. Blindfolds, gags, tight restraints. He was kinky. Probably more so than anyone I had ever met. He had a sense of adventure and wasnt afraid to try anything at least once. I thought I could handle that. I mean, how bad could it be? Different would be a nice change. My last relationship had been so unadventurous. The guy actually thought kinky meant girl on top! So, I was ready for a change. Or so I thought. After a week of talking on the phone, we decided it was time to meet face to face. I chose a supper club near my home where most of the patrons and the staff knew me by name. It made me feel safer meeting someone for the first time on my terms. I had arrived earlier than our scheduled time. Standing behind the swinging kitchen door, I peered out. Watching. Waiting. I knew it was him the moment he walked in. He didnt belong. In a bar full of regulars, he stuck out horribly. My heart was racing. My palms were clammy. I was breathing like I had just completed a marathon. What now? My brain kept repeating. But I already knew the answer. I had to introduce myself. So, taking a deep breath, I released my grasp on the door and strode out to the bar, up to the stool he was sitting on, thrust out my right hand, and introduced myself. That was the beginning of my journey. We began dating and little by little, mostly without my even being aware of it, he introduced me to his world. One night, several months into our relationship, he showed up at my house with a bag full of chains and locks. My initiation into bondage. He gently restrained my wrists and ankles all the while telling me how exciting he found bondage. He explained that a blindfold allowed his mind to be free. To be wherever and whoever he wanted to be. To say I was a bit anxious would be an understatement. But the evening turned out to be one of the most exciting I had ever experienced. Soon, we moved in together and I got my first taste of what kinky really meant. Having come from a very vanilla upbringing I was quite naive when it came to kink. I knew that there were alternative lifestyles out there, but I didnt think I would ever find myself smack dab in the middle of one. Bit by bit more and more things began to surface. I soon learned that in addition to bondage, he was very much into getting a reaction from me. One evening in particular, I arrived home from work, walked into the living room only to find him seated on the couch dressed only in my underwear. Outwardly, I was calm and only smiled at him. Inside, I was screaming what have I gotten myself into?. His requested for bondage increased exponentially. I would come home from work, shopping, etc. to find him bound and gagged waiting for me. Several times, I snapped and beat him unmercifully. Only to discover that the beating was what he had been hoping for. Our actual sex life began to diminish. Replaced by more and more bondage and discipline.