The night I came home and found Katja’s laptop open, I knew I was in trouble. Its screen displayed an ad for something called “classic armbinders.” The picture showed a set of long, black leather sleeves ending in what looked like fingerless gloves, which were equipped with multiple laces. I immediately grasped that they could be used to bind someone’s arms behind their back in the firmest, most inescapable way imaginable.

When Katja re-entered the room and saw me scanning her laptop with a worried expression, she said in a chipper voice, “Hello, honeybear. Why do you look so worried?”

See, that’s Katja. She doesn’t glare and growl, like most dominants. Even though she looks rather forbidding — six feet tall in her bare feet, with a powerful, statuesque build... Read More