Key Highlights
- Had I been looking for the wrong thing all along?To everyone else, it probably looked like a regular summer’s evening.
- Couples and families enjoying the beer garden, people playing cricket on the green – and I was being handcuffed in the passenger seat of a 4x4 by a man I barely knew. My name is Leesa, and I’m a recovered sex addict. I was 32 years old, and we’ll call the man Simon.
- I was fresh out of a divorce, and I had met Simon two weeks earlier on a website for people who were into BDSM (that’s bondage, dominance, submission and masochism, for the uninitiated). Up until this point, I had spent most of my adult life being told that my sexual tastes were weird.
- Aged 17, when I asked my first boyfriend to spank me with his belt, he looked at me as if I’d just asked him to flay a kitten.
- The boyfriend after him thought a bottle of lube counted as foreplay, so getting him to indulge in the dark arts was out of the question.
