…how a thing is going to end when it starts.
It started out as a “practice” session. We were planning a party to celebrate the end of my math class, and one of the party “games” was that I was going to be tied in the cage so that I had to answer a series of math questions asked by the party-goers–my “final exam”–in order to be released. As part of the planning W wanted to put me in the cage to see how I’d deal with the stresses involved, and how long we might realistically expect me to manage the position.
I, of course, assumed that a) “practice” meant “oh I can get out whenever I feel like it,” and b) he wouldn’t actually be the Mean Guy I know and love (to hate) and do anything, well, mean to me.
Boy was I wrong.
You can see the whole story on Bondage Demons. Just click on “What’s New” and “You Don’t Always Know” to see the rest (you don’t have to be a member to view.)