I met someone last week in the pub. Her latest knitting project was a set of bondage cuffs - she'd just bought the buckles from John Lewis. The horror must've been apparent on my face, because moments later she made her excuses and went off to mingle elsewhere. I thought this was somewhat odd, until a friend of mine told me about his latest book purchase - DominiKNITrix - and how she'd probably got the pattern from in there, and did I know that there was also a pattern to knit my own flail.
Now there were days in my past when the thought of being tied up and whipped would've got me very hot under the collar, but these days the thought just leaves me cold. I don't know why. Maybe it's because there is already enough weirdness in my life at the moment that I don't need any additional kink?
