In the office there are boxes of coiled rope in every colour, and a small horse saddle designed to fit a human.The living room has a custom-built side table that magically converts into a spanking bench, with metal loops for convenient restraint.He doesn’t have any pets, but he keeps a large dog bed in the corner for role-playing games.

His girlfriend’s loft was insulated for sound, with a separate dungeon equipped with bondage tables, wall shackles and a spanking bench.

It was a place where they could safely negotiate and communicate their desires—and where Morpheous could try his hand at the rope bondage he’d been fantasizing about.

“Because I was from a farm, because I was a boy scout, I knew how to use rope.

Lord Morpheous, arguably Toronto’s reigning king of kink, lives in a downtown penthouse with a panoramic view of the skyline.

He’s one of the city’s premier rope-bondage experts, though nothing about his appearance conjures the clichés we normally associate with BDSM: he’s an affable, bespectacled man in his 40s, greeting me at the door dressed in a crisp white button-down shirt and a pair of faded blue jeans.

His decor only hints at his adventurous sexuality, like a framed print of an Alberto Vargas pin-up girl and an oversized painting of sexy stiletto heels.

He keeps his toys tidied away but is happy to showcase them when I ask for a tour.

His parents wanted him to stay in his hometown, get a blue-collar job, find a wife and have a bunch of kids.

Morpheous had other plans: he wanted to live in the city. And he wanted kink, specifically bondage and domination. “That was the late ’80s, so there wasn’t any Internet.

I thought there was something wrong with me because I wanted to tie girls up.” Morpheous largely repressed his impulses in his youth—he didn’t know anything about the Toronto kink scene until he was 26, when he started dating a woman he met on a kayaking trip. I had the chance to try all sorts of activities that I had only dreamed about,” he says.

After a month, she confessed she was not actually a personal trainer like she’d claimed but a professional dominatrix. “She was a domme in her professional life, but in our relationship she was submissive.” In a converted Parkdale factory, around the corner from the Cadillac Lounge, he received an accelerated education in the finer points of BDSM.