Dressed in black opaque tights and a gorgeous black rollneck body suit, I'm trying to decide which boots to wear for my bondage session. I try on my traditional high leather riding boots, and my black high heeled OTK suede boots. I love both! Maybe I'll let my customer decide which one, so I'll keep on one of each.

My customer arrives, and surprisingly, it's my husband! I ask him to handcuff me, and cuff my ankle to the dance pole. Little do I realise he cuffs the WRONG ANKLE, which means that it's impossible for me to get the boot off when I want to retrieve the handcuff key I'd p...

Dressed in black opaque tights and a gorgeous black rollneck body suit, I'm trying to decide which boots to wear for my bondage session. I try on my traditional high leather riding boots, and my black high heeled OTK suede boots. I love both! Maybe I'll let my customer decide which one, so I'll keep on one of each.

My customer arrives, and surprisingly, it's my husband! I ask him to handcuff me, and cuff my ankle to the dance pole. Little do I realise he cuffs the WRONG ANKLE, which means that it's impossible for me to get the boot off when I want to retrieve the handcuff key I'd placed in the OTK boot for safe keeping.

What follows is an absolute farce! First I can't get the key, then I can't get the boot off. Once my hands are uncuffed, I try to get the other boot off, and it won't come! One boot off, one boot on, I struggle and fight with the handcuffs, ankle cuff, and stiff leather riding boots. My husband is ABSOLUTELY no help. The combination of boots and bondage is beyond me. What a nightmare!