I Enjoy Being Tied Up
(For all that is good and sacred in this world, do NOT reply with or message me with anything inappropriate just because I’m writing this story here. This is just something that’s on my mind, not an invitation for you or anyone else to bother me with unwanted sexual advances. On top of that, I’m already engaged. Don’t be a home wrecker.)
I don’t know why I enjoy it, exactly. I have theories, but I don’t know for certain. It’s a thrill for me. That’s all I really know. The idea of being helpless… not just a little helpless, but really, truly helpless at the hands of someone I trust. Like watching a scary movie, I get to pretend I’m in danger while taking comfort in knowing that I’m safe. It excites me in a way nothing else can.
When I first told my fiancé my more kinky preferences, I was nervous. He was only my boyfriend at the time. I didn’t want him thinking I was too weird to be with. But after dating for a few years, I came clean about it. I remember lying on the bed, holding the phone to my ear, waiting through the short pause. We probably talked about it for a good twenty minutes. It wasn’t his thing, exactly. He was the more dominant between us, but he never really entertained the idea of bondage. He was willing to give it a try for my sake, which I found to be just the sweetest gesture.
Now, we haven’t had sex yet. We’re waiting until our wedding night for that. But we have experimented intimately with scarves, seeing what works and what doesn’t, and our comfort levels with the idea. He’s made it clear that, though he will keep an open mind, he would prefer vanilla sex most of the time. I’m okay with that. The act of sex itself will probably be much more arousing than the mere thought of it, so I’m sure I’ll have no trouble becoming aroused. He’s a real romantic, so he’s no stranger to all sorts of foreplay. He’s been reassuring me that he won’t advance until I am aroused. And besides, I wouldn’t want my kink to become routine. Where’s the fun in that?
But when I entertain my fantasies, it is a very good time. I have several fantasies I imagine when I’m by myself. I don’t really feel like sharing them. At least not in this story. But they all involve some level of domination by a trusted partner and complete helplessness… being forced into a situation, but secretly enjoying it.
The reason I like it… I’m not completely certain, but I do entertain one theory. It may sound a little weird, though. I think the reason I like bondage so much is because I’m not used to the idea of wanting sex. I wasn’t very sexual as a teenager, nor was I in college. I had too much to do and too much to study, and as a Christian, I wasn’t supposed to be having pre-marital sex anyway. So I didn’t really become comfortable with the idea of being sexual at all until several years into my relationship with my now-fiancé.
So when I’m entertaining a fantasy of being tied up, I think, “Well, I’m totally tied up and helpless. I have no say in the matter, so I may as well enjoy it.” And I do enjoy it, in [i]that [/i]context. To be clear, I’m not into rape fantasy at all. It’s clear in my fantasies that I [i]want [/i]to be tied up and taken by a trustworthy partner who would stop on a dime if I said the safe word, but takes me without having to wait for me to ask or beg. That’s the difference.
Some things related to bondage that I especially enjoy? I love gagging. Just for practicality’s sake, at least. I don’t want to make noise and bother people, but I want to cry out when something feels good or he gives me a little pain. I also like blindfolding. Sensory deprivation makes every touch feel that much more alive. And the suspense of when the next sensation will happen pumps adrenalin into my blood. I also want to try padded handcuffs. I’m not very flexible, so getting my hands tied behind my back is a chore. With cuffs, it would take out all the stretching and guesswork, as well as cut time fumbling with rope or scarves in half.
He’s still getting used to it, as I am still getting used to his more experimental kinks (which I won’t mention for his privacy). But when we get a little intimate, and he pulls out the scarves without me asking, I get a kick of electricity. Reasons be damned, if you ask me. It’s just plain fun!
I don’t know why I enjoy it, exactly. I have theories, but I don’t know for certain. It’s a thrill for me. That’s all I really know. The idea of being helpless… not just a little helpless, but really, truly helpless at the hands of someone I trust. Like watching a scary movie, I get to pretend I’m in danger while taking comfort in knowing that I’m safe. It excites me in a way nothing else can.
When I first told my fiancé my more kinky preferences, I was nervous. He was only my boyfriend at the time. I didn’t want him thinking I was too weird to be with. But after dating for a few years, I came clean about it. I remember lying on the bed, holding the phone to my ear, waiting through the short pause. We probably talked about it for a good twenty minutes. It wasn’t his thing, exactly. He was the more dominant between us, but he never really entertained the idea of bondage. He was willing to give it a try for my sake, which I found to be just the sweetest gesture.
Now, we haven’t had sex yet. We’re waiting until our wedding night for that. But we have experimented intimately with scarves, seeing what works and what doesn’t, and our comfort levels with the idea. He’s made it clear that, though he will keep an open mind, he would prefer vanilla sex most of the time. I’m okay with that. The act of sex itself will probably be much more arousing than the mere thought of it, so I’m sure I’ll have no trouble becoming aroused. He’s a real romantic, so he’s no stranger to all sorts of foreplay. He’s been reassuring me that he won’t advance until I am aroused. And besides, I wouldn’t want my kink to become routine. Where’s the fun in that?
But when I entertain my fantasies, it is a very good time. I have several fantasies I imagine when I’m by myself. I don’t really feel like sharing them. At least not in this story. But they all involve some level of domination by a trusted partner and complete helplessness… being forced into a situation, but secretly enjoying it.
The reason I like it… I’m not completely certain, but I do entertain one theory. It may sound a little weird, though. I think the reason I like bondage so much is because I’m not used to the idea of wanting sex. I wasn’t very sexual as a teenager, nor was I in college. I had too much to do and too much to study, and as a Christian, I wasn’t supposed to be having pre-marital sex anyway. So I didn’t really become comfortable with the idea of being sexual at all until several years into my relationship with my now-fiancé.
So when I’m entertaining a fantasy of being tied up, I think, “Well, I’m totally tied up and helpless. I have no say in the matter, so I may as well enjoy it.” And I do enjoy it, in [i]that [/i]context. To be clear, I’m not into rape fantasy at all. It’s clear in my fantasies that I [i]want [/i]to be tied up and taken by a trustworthy partner who would stop on a dime if I said the safe word, but takes me without having to wait for me to ask or beg. That’s the difference.
Some things related to bondage that I especially enjoy? I love gagging. Just for practicality’s sake, at least. I don’t want to make noise and bother people, but I want to cry out when something feels good or he gives me a little pain. I also like blindfolding. Sensory deprivation makes every touch feel that much more alive. And the suspense of when the next sensation will happen pumps adrenalin into my blood. I also want to try padded handcuffs. I’m not very flexible, so getting my hands tied behind my back is a chore. With cuffs, it would take out all the stretching and guesswork, as well as cut time fumbling with rope or scarves in half.
He’s still getting used to it, as I am still getting used to his more experimental kinks (which I won’t mention for his privacy). But when we get a little intimate, and he pulls out the scarves without me asking, I get a kick of electricity. Reasons be damned, if you ask me. It’s just plain fun!
