Bondage is a physical activity that involves binding the body in a way that the subject is compelled and subjugated to the dominance and control of another. Hands tied, hogtie, mummification, there are endless physical permutations of this activity.
I have been delving into rope bondage lately.
I am fascinated with the different ways different bodies move. I love the look on my subject's face as they feel the rope get tighter and tighter as I continue to furiously tie. Before he/she knows it, he/she is trapped in my wonderful web.
I step back. I watch. The struggle is beautiful: single line from a chest harness to a hard point, one leg tied up, the other leg forced to balance the weight. I watch and the expression on my subjects face slowly dissolves into serenity as he/she gives into the sensation.
The tight rope offers security while presenting torture at the same time. I watch from the other side of the room, every so often, approaching to offer a slight sensation: My warm breath on the neck, My finger tips across an exposed nipple, sometimes a sadistic tug on whatever cock rope may be present.
I watch carefully and closely for the signs that its time to change position.
I switch positions and repeat.
It always amazes me how different each body is, how different each limit is.
Eventually, I let me subject go, I hear the sigh of relief and see the sadness that O/our time has ended.
They always come back. Rope is an addicting thing like that.
Are you ready to be tangled in mine?