While I was looking for a ruler, I found some rope that had been stored.  As I ran my fingers on a loose end, I felt excited thinking of binding a submissive.  The feel of her skin and the rope together.  The progression of her loss of free movement to what the binding would limit her to.  The physical symbol of what would be happening between us, the exchange of power from her to me.

An afternote,  I know some feel having a picture on a page is important.  I am discrete about my involvment in bdsm.  If you are real, sincere, and convince me of both. I will give you a picture of me.  So, in a way, you might say that I am looking for someone equally discrete.  The social aspects of bdsm, that is involvment in bdsm organizations, communities, munches, and what ever else we might consider are possible when it's a 24/7 live in.