George’s fascination with kink begins with the basics: a pile of neckties, a brass headboard, and a pretty wife who longs to submit.

Our love of bondage began with a bedframe. My wife, Vanessa, and I were antiquing one weekend when she fell in love with its ornate brass curlicues. The metal was badly in need of a polish, but she insisted the bed was special. Still, I tried to talk her out of the purchase, arguing that I had no idea how we were going to get the thing home, but she stood firm, so we rented a trailer and claimed our new prize. If I’d had even an inkling of the effect the bedframe would have on our sex life, I would have never argued with her.

We quickly discovered the erotic possibilities of our new bed; in fact, our revelation occurred so quickly I wondered if this kinky turn had... Read More