"I really wish I was tied up right now."
I've only just realised how that sentence should have actually been, "I wish I were tied up right now." However (English graduates as we both are and, ergo, one of us should have spotted the mistake), I'm going to use the excuse that we were both too turned on to actually bother with the rules of grammar.
They apply in every other situation. Don't judge me.
I was slightly taken-aback. Given that my large, double bed has a huge metal bedpost, a quick tie wouldn't have been difficult. It would have looked right. It definitely felt right. Not having ever tied anyone up before (sexually or otherwise... although being in a Christian youth club and tying each other up while singing Bind Us Together was close), however (and not having considered the idea), I couldn't think of anything to tie her with.
I regretfully pulled out, and got up from the bed, wandering across the room.
"I think I've got a..." I said, as I pulled open my wardrobe and started rooting through my costume shelf. Come on... you've got something somewhere... a belt or a sash or a...
There it was.
I looped the long, thin, soft, lime-green sash around her hands. After she pulled them out of the loop with relative ease, I did it a few times and pulled it quite tight. A knot, then tied into a pretty bow. Using the rest of its length - it's a long sash, goes 'round my shoulders a good few times - I made some loops around my helpfully-shaped bedpost, and knotted those once, twice, three times.
I didn't tell her the sash was from a Robin Hood costume. Considering what we were using it for, I didn't really see the point.
Okay... so I've tied my girlfriend up. For the first time. Ever.
This is going to be good.
And you know what? It was!