It was not romantic love, for several reasons. But it was still love. We had met---well how we met does not really matter. It was six months ago. At f...rst a lot of flirting, then sexy online conversations. Then talk about our dissatisfactions in life. Then it changed. She pulled back. I suspected she decided she was not interested in me romantically, but for some reason we kept talking. We openly resolved to become friends, and that is what we did. Great friends. Friends who can talk about. “Yes, I’ll take delivery for the owner.”There was the scratching of a pen on paper and she heard the man exit.She sensed the woman move behind her and a moment later the blindfold came off as did the chains.The woman was older, in her sixties, Sasha would guess. Sasha was surprised by the woman’s face. There was no look of disdain, no sneer of superiority, no sadistic smirk. Instead she detected what she thought was a hint of human empathy as the woman rubbed her wrists to restore circulation. When they were done, she said that if he wished he could start the first date right away. Rob by this time was once again horny and eager to start, although with a lot of trepidation, and agreed.She led him into a room with a large frilly four poster bed as well as some armchairs, a big wooden table, a sink, and some clinical looking apparatus. There were five women sitting around the room sipping drinks and chatting. They seemed remarkably relaxed for a date evening; but of course this wasn’t. ‘OK, I got into this because I wanted to support my friends. That’s all, really. And then when we started really thinking about it I wanted to see if I could make a good movie – not a porn movie, just a good movie – and whether I could make the shots I could see in my head come to life. I think we’ve done that. I kind of lost one of the friends I did it for along the way, but I got more and better ones… I’m really glad we did it. It’s brilliant and I’m really proud of it. I don’t want it to be.