An Erotic Story - 50 Shades of Miss J.F.

I've always felt a connection between Bach's music and BDSM.  It comes as no surprise to me then that this particular piece was used in the soundtrack of the film - 50 Shades of Grey.

I happened to have enjoyed the movie very much, though I have strong opinions regarding the female lead.  Let me start at the beginning:

The plan was to enjoy a Valentine's Date with my date in the role of submissive 'Andrew Steele' and I, naturally, assumed the role of dominant 'Christine Grey'.  First we would attend a showing of the movie, followed by as 'Andrew' stated "live action with him tied up and helpless to resist whatever pleasures I choose to bestow."  You can imagine the wicked smile on my face that appeared with such a suggestion.

He shares his fantasy with more detail:

Who we are:  You , of course, are Christina Grey, twin sister of the billionaire magnate Christian, he of the unlimited resources and most peculiar appetites, needs, and yes in fact, insecurities.  I am Andres Steele, twin brother of Anastasia, and therefore your polar opposite (or perhaps actually soulmate) in terms of sexual sensibilities.

You see in my eyes what perhaps I do not even see myself, at least at the start.  You can see that I am by nature a submissive, willing to do what you want and allow myself to be subject to your whims.  But you also see what even I myself do not see - a fire in my eyes, a strange contradictory mix of conflicting desires.  I am not some spineless docile doormat who wishes to simply lie there while you indulge yourself.  I want to be restrained, yes; but I want to fight back.  I want to resist.  The perhaps slightly unhinged part is that I want to resist with all my strength and will, but be completely unable to do so.  As you come toward me to give pleasure or pain or teasing or biting or licking or pinching or (let your imagination run), my twisted erotic need is to resist with all my being, but helplessly, in a futile struggle to stop you.  Some may call that sick or twisted or at the very least strange - to me, even though perhaps I don't know it yet, it is transcendent.

Therefore, when I become enveloped in your magical Shibari ropes, it cannot be a semi-loose pretense of an effort to hold me down.  I must be locked down tight, arms and legs totally immobile.  No ability to roll away, to stand up, to evade you in any way.  Because I will try.  You see in my eyes that I can only reach my ultimate arousal if I do truly struggle against the situation, finding satisfaction in surrender only after I have exhausted every ounce of myself.  If I am only pretending to be restrained, the thrill is lost.  You see all this in me, and you delight in the challenge I present, that of a submissive, yes, but one with fire and intense will, who can only be satisfied by being truly taken.  This submissive will allow himself to be tied down, that sets up the erotic allure, but after that, he will fight you every step of the way.  You take satisfaction in that, and he does too, creating this bizarre yet magical experience for both of you.

How do you think our erotic adventure played out?