I guess for me things really started the nite i saw my owner and his wife in a club downtown in the city where i was going to nursie nurse school, i was very intrigued by the collar and leash she had on not to mention the handcuffs, (it was a goth-industrial rave bar so her attire wasnt so out of place, i ran in to her needing help in the bathroom later that nite (her hands were cuffed behind her back) and gave her a hand after which i was invited back to thier booth, we had a great time, and i ended up going home with them for a nitecap, it was the start of a wonderful relationship with them

Want did we do that night you may ask?

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Does having my ankles tied over my head to thier headboard and being fully and roughly used in ways I didnt know were possible at the time count?