A Man with an Agenda by Lynn Townsend
“So why do you like bondage?”
I squirm inwardly, but not outwardly. In the last several years, I have perfected the art of the submissive. I don’t like that question because there’s no good answer for it—no two sentence response that can be trimmed into a sound bite for the article. It’s not the first time some journalist has asked me this question. The answer is of great import, to the reporter, to the readers, and of course, it should be important to me. And I still don’t know how to respond.
Truth is, I got into bondage initially out of sheer laziness. Silly, right? Simple at first; let him tie me up with silky ropes that I could have gotten out of if I’d wanted to, but I didn’t. And then just lie there, let him do what he wanted. It was easy. I
