Overall, a thorough exploration of all our fantasies led us to a mildly surprising conclusion: I was somewhat dominate, and Susan was a little submissive. Nothing over the top. Every once in a while Susan would let her submissive side come out and play. To an outsider it would have seemed that I was the overbearing master and Susan was submitting to my wrath. Nothing could have been further from the truth. Susan was always in charge of our bondage play.

"I am sorry, master. I know you have to tie me to the bed for misbehaving. I'll accept my punishment."

"I shouldn't have cried last time when you clamped...