My love of Bondage

Anyone who views my blog can tell I have a bit of a passion for bondage. Where I am now with bondage is far removed from when I started unsurprisingly. This means I now enjoy rope, leather, furniture, steel and any other kind of bondage you can imagine.  However, it's not always been the case, and bondage was never my fist love. When I first started out exploring the play element of D/s, long before becoming a Pro-Domme, I saw bondage as purely a means to an end. Certainly it still can be a quick way to restrain someone for another purpose, but in the early days that's the only real value I saw in bondage. To immobilise or restrict my play partner so that I could do bad things to him. Even then, sometimes I was a bit intimidated by bondage, especially rope bondage. It took time and effort which meant that there seemed like a build up, and then the realisation of having someone now very much bound, maybe in a hogtie and faced with that moment of 'what shall I do with him now'. I know I've heard others talk of this over the years, how when you're less experienced it always seems like an activity is only successful when there is an end point, and that even the end point is....how shall I say it, well, is the point!

Now I very much see bondage as a journey (yes, I know an old cliche!). Seriously though, there is no other way I can think of to view it. For me mostly now it's not just about immobilising someone so I have unrestricted and uninterrupted access to their body. It's about connecting with them. Slowly taking away their physical involvement, and to an extent channelling their mental involvement. Slowly and methodically stilling the limbs and mind. As I've said in the not too distant past, I like to take my time with restraint bondage, building it up in increments. Very often I get to see someone literally sink into the bondage as each increment is added. I describe a part of a scene just like this in a previous blog here.