A few days later I would do the same but in our shed. I screwed a picture holder into the roof and dressed only in the apron. Tied my neck to the screw and then my wrists together behind my back. I'd taken a pair of scissors as a safety precaution. I had no idea why I did it either then or now.
So which is it? Bondage, emasculation or femininity?
This is off two Real Ales (Brakspear Organic Beer [4.6%, 2.3 units] and IPA [5.9%, 3 units]). I am such a lightweight it's not even funny. There's an odd feeling about me but it's not liberation.