Chapter Five
One day, it was a Saturday, I remember we had been out together, walking, lunching in a country pub, just enjoying each other’s company. Once or twice I found Roland looking at me quizzically, and I asked him what he was thinking, but he merely smiled and said, mysteriously, ‘You’ll see.’ Evidently he had a plan in mind; it was just like him to keep me waiting and guessing. ‘Waiting is half the fun,’ he would say. ‘For you, maybe,’ I would reply. ‘Of course,’ he’d say. ‘I’m the Dom. It’s all for me.’ And then he’d laugh and kiss me.
We got back and had some tea, and then Roland told me to take all my clothes off. When I was standing naked before him, excited yet nervous of what might be in store, he went to the kitchen and returned with several lengths of rope, the nice soft
