A Beautiful Pervert

Many years, and not a few relationships, ago, a lover and I had evolved the kidnap game as a way to spice up our bondage lives. Either of us, at any time, could "kidnap" the other, simply by announcing it. The "victim" would go to the other's car to be bound, and off we'd go.  The kidnaper would drive off to some prepared place, where a scenario had been prepared. We'd then have an evening, or a weekend, or even more, of delicious servitude.
            One of the ironclad rules, though, was that we didn't hurt each other. I like being tied up and I like tying my lovers up but I'm not into pain. A whipping, if that's what the game called for, was just a few strokes, enough to tingle, but not sting more than slightly. But locks were real locks, and while we often used Velcro for convenience bonds, if the game called for sleeping chained, real handcuffs were used.         
            Neither of us had ever escaped and the rules do permit escapes and turn abouts.           
In fact, that was why I started a serious exercise program; I didn't like being overpowered that easily. I don't know if I'm as strong as Jason is, but he can't easily overpower me without risking hurting me and that, as I said, is beyond the rules. Be that as it may, I grew to like exercise for its own sake; even today, as busy as I was, I found time to work out.