Glamour bondage by Uncle M

I had started writing a series for Uncle M about how, through the past year of the website, I have been distracted and trying to find my way. Oddly enough, the only constant I’ve had is a man whom I consider my best friend. Uncle M has let me neglect my duties to the website while I have wandered around trying to find Mr. Perfect. As a general policy, I am to appear single and available, but unreachable. Well, that’s not really hard to do as I have discovered in my past few relationships that the only constant I need is my occasional bondage fix.

When I first met Uncle M I was living with a very sweet, loving man. He was ridiculously conservative, older than me, and it would never work out in my ideal little universe. A month after the launch of the website, we broke up.

R and I had started out two years previous, both unsure of what we wanted. And it was wonderful and beautiful. That is, until we decided to live together. It was new to both of us, and we developed huge communication problems, mostly from the fact that I was never able to talk about the website with him. From the moment I met Uncle M, I never told R about my fetish. I tried, but I was only 22 and unsure of how to talk about something like that. Discovering bondage was like releasing myself from the cage in which I was trapped. In bondage I am safe, rope wrapped lovingly around me. As the website became more and more important to me, I sacrificed the relationship and walked away from it, slightly broken, and full of lessons I needed to learn. I swore that I would never, ever, allow communication barriers affect my relationships to that point ever again.

So I picked up, and began to move on, vowing that my next relationship would be kink friendly and open. I wanted a man that would work with me on the website and be by my side in both a relationship and kink. I didn’t want any secrets, and if the relationship ended, I wanted the friendship to remain. Sadly, I got neither, only fear and regret. (To be continued)