Adrenaline floods my body as the beads of sweat—or blood, wax, oil?—slowly descend my back, torrid, yet freezing.I hardly recognize the voice that...echoes in the void as my own.Overwhelmed by the sensations, I feel how my brain releases endorphins in desperation to attenuate the pain, yet only causing an opiate-like high, clouding my mind in a haze of craving for more pain, more endorphins.They come with the tight constriction around my neck, making me fight for breath although I cannot remember. I could smell the weed in the closet, and wished I had some. She started talking to him about something that happened at the bar, not really sure what the subject was but she laughed about it and then shook her head. She was momentary looking away and as she turned her head back towards him he quickly met her with a kiss right on her lips. She didn’t resist, and I saw their tongues start exploring each other’s mouths. His hands quickly went to both sides of her breasts. He grabbed them like he. . found it! A long coil of washing line, not the plastic zed stuff, so it was really about 200 ft of rope.I returned to Tania and showed her the rope, she checked it over and pronounced it as okay to use. She then instructed me in cutting the rope into lengths – which left a very long piece left over. The noise of the washing spinning made me wait so that I could move her damp clothes into the tumble dryer to dry off.“Where would you like to be tied?” I asked her.“How about your bedroom?” Tania. Theater people tend to make the most of any opportunity to wear a costume, but I was a little chagrined that the only time I wore my bib and tucker anymore was as a costume.My girlfriend—if you can call what we had left that kind of relationship—had chosen a matching ensemble as Victor/Victoria. By default, I became King Marchand. Unfortunately, the costume wasn't working in her favor when stacked up against the blonde witch. Belle was seriously regretting having played down her.