Chief among my many fetishes is bondage. I love rope. I love rope. I also love leather, straps, jackets, hoods, chains, and…mmm…latex. I look wonderful in latex, and being a bit of an exhibitionist, I take advantage of opportunities to wear it.
You can switch out the rope for straps or buckles; put on a collar and leash, a ball gag, pump gag. But the key element to any scene is mental bondage. Mind control. You know what I mean, the inexpressible joy of being tied to someone, bound to her, controlled. Told what you will do, and what you won’t. Your hands tied at the wrists, or better yet, behind your back as you lie flat on your stomach; legs roped and cinched at the ankles, calves, above the knees. Maybe you’re gagged, maybe hooded. More rope now around your waist. She pulls the lead rope from your ankles up, high up, tightly, to the loop at the back of your hood. Suddenly, you find you are hog tied. And you don’t know how long you’ll be left there, made to endure. You are totally at her mercy, her pleasure. You are her possession. You are her toy. And this is what you want, I know. There is nobility in such endurance in yielding to the bonds, relaxing into the fact that you cannot escape.
What if you haven’t an opportunity to play with rope, be tied by a mistress or a master? What if you crave the feeling of being held tight, or tethered to someone, or simply told not to move–for a while. Well, there are virtual ropes. Invisible ropes, tied in tight elegant knots within your own mind. Your mind as it is controlled in erotic hypnotism. Stay tuned. I have a lot more to say about that.