Like shevette I was surprised when I first began to notice the effect that seeing bondage has on the human body. For her it resulted in many years of what she calls self-repression. For me it was guilt.

The idea that I liked to see a woman tied up was unnerving. I was very concerned that someday I would no longer be able to resist and that I would go out and kidnap some woman. The way I found to deal with those feelings was to imagine some woman kidnapping me. How many times do you hear about a man being raped? A few brags maybe. Maybe we should have played hard to get? Joking

Before shevette, when I thought of bondage I thought of myself as the one getting tied up even though the image of a beuatiful woman all tied up was erotic to me. Eventually I found out through men's magazines that bondage was something real. To this day I still have fantasies of a woman having her way with me and I still find it erotic.

Tying up shevette for the first time has got to be one of the hardest things that I ever did. I was afraid that I was going to lose control and rape this sweet, trusting woman and I was going to end up going to jail.

She managed to show me that it was alright. Thank God!

I am still careful that I do not hurt her and I hope that I never lose that. If I was to hurt her in any way I could not live with myself. She is a precious flower to me and she has opened up my whole life.

She is much more prettier than she draws herself. Even if she was not she would still be a prize though. It may sound like a cliche', but what makes me proudest of her is her mind. Not just her attitude, but the wonderful way she thinks. I admire her and respect her. Sometimes (most of the time) I am in awe of her. She is not what I thought a woman is suposed to be at all.

She is soft, kind, childlike, kind hearted, open and wears her heart on her sleeve. She trusts everything everyone tells her and while some might call that gullable I have to call the way she does it charming. She believes completely in the goodness of mankind and no matter how many times she is proven wrong she still refuses to believe anything but the goodness of mankind.

She is tough too. My biggest fear has always been in hurting her. I know now that as far as getting tied up she can withstand more pain than I can and I am the rough and tumble outdoors type. She has a temper and it is something to see. When she is mad I dare not tell her how adorable she is, although afterwards it brings a smile to her face when I recount her last anger spell. It never lasts for long and when it does happen she has every right in the world to be miffed. I do not fault her a bit for, as she puts it, "Living up to being a red head."