Copyright May 2012, Sofia Bane
When I woke up way too early one morning, in desperate need of a pee, I found one of my wrists handcuffed to the bedpost.
But I should explain. My girlfriend and I were…playful – power play, to be specific, and sometimes she really felt like being in control. Bathroom control was a small part of that; I’d ask permission to use the bathroom and sometimes she would make me wait, or let her watch, or put my panties back on to drip-dry into them. Just tiny, humiliating, hot touches to our relationship. So that meant these handcuffs were intended to make me beg to get up to go.
I rolled over; she looked dead asleep. “Renee?” I said uncertainly. It wasn’t quite dawn yet so I could only see her in the gray light.
“I need to pee, can you let me up please?”