“I have a proposition for you…”
He looks at me curiously, tilts his head… “Oookkk?”
I smile, “I’m thinking that I’d like to do some rope bondage with you.”
He looks away from me, bondage is one of his kinks, he is a complete newbie, has no experience. He is suddenly shy, awkward, he smiles nervously, starts to say something.
I interrupt him, “Don’t answer now, I want you to have a think about it.”
I try to draw a picture of how I see it going, “I am thinking of something very gentle, not sexual, no nudity…” I look him up and down, “… boxers…”
He nods again, smiles uncertainly, looks at me, then away again.
“I know that you really want to experience this within a relationship, romantic and all that, and I will not be at all offended if you don’t want to…” I let the thought trail off and look at him, I touch his arm, smile reassuringly, go on.
“I have no experience with it…” I smirk at him, the guinea pig, “… so haven’t a clue what I am doing, it will be slow and awkward, I will be reading instructions from a book, probably talking to myself, it will possibly be very boring…” I shrug a bit, not sure, really, how it will go, “… or it might be a bit of a peaceful zen-like experience… but I get to practice some rope bondage, you get to be practiced on…”
He tells a little story then, of a submissive he saw, or heard about, who was bound, minor bondage… and from it, she came… He is confessing that he is not sure how he will react, at the very least, maybe, he will get turned on, he is worried that it is not allowed.
I smile at him warmly, he is terribly sweet, “That’s fine, of course! To be expected, it will be sensual, there will be touching, so naturally…”
He smiles at me, on edge, restless… we talk a little then, about my (in)experience with rope, about some bondage books he has, about less intimate things, I know the idea thrills and frightens him. I am not sure which will win out.
“I’ll definitely be in touch… about it..” he says as we part.
I smile, nod, lean into a gentle hug, reach up to give him a soft kiss on the cheek, I make my way home.