Ever since I can remember, I've had this desire to be tied up. I want someone to bind me—but not just anyone satisfies me, and I'm always left wanting more. I brush it off by saying with a laugh, "I'm just a troublesome masochist." I crave being restrained, yet I don't want emotional entanglement with the person tying me up. I want to keep things detached, emotionless, hassle-free. Bondage play is thrilling precisely because the relationship between the binder and the bound is so limited. Let's improvise this kind of twisted romance. The result is always soaking wet. Just what am I turned on by? That's something to see.