Exploring my Kinks: Bondage

He stepped in close behind me.  His breathe on my neck made me shiver with lust.  He whispered into my ear “Tonight you will be completely under my control.  I will pleasure or punish you as I wish”

A wave of lust surged through me.  I swallowed hard, “Yes Sir” I responded, trying to keep my voice steady

He stroked my back “Good girl”

Then he reached down and scooped me up in his arms.  I giggled as he did so.  He dropped me onto the bed playfully

I was very aware of my nakedness while he remained fully clothed, emphasising the power differential between us

He walked around the bed ominously.  He oozed dominance and it just fuelled my submissive desire

Reaching into his pocket, he extracted a length of blue silk ribbon.  He caught my right wrist in his big hand and raised it above my head.  He encircled my wrist in the ribbon and then secured it to one of the bed posts

Just the act of him starting to tie me made my breathe catch in my throat

He repeated with my other wrist and a tiny moan escaped me.  He raised one eyebrow at me, “So excited so soon” and he shook his head at me

Then his fingers found the top of my inner thigh and he traced them down the length of my leg.  It made me whimper with need.  As he reached my ankle, that too was wrapped in the ribbon

He pulled my leg open a little wider and then secured it in place

The other leg followed.  I was incredibly aware of my very exposed position, my legs and arms spread wide, my body naked before him

“You look exquisite” he breathed

I smiled and wriggled slightly, tugging against my restraints, testing them a little.  The sense of complete restraint heightened every sensation in my body

And so, he went on to use my body as he chose.  I was completely under his control

His fingers and his mouth played across my breasts – pleasuring my sensitive nipples.  Until he produced the nipple clamps – I whimpered and shook my head but was powerless to stop him.  I cried out as he applied each one

He demonstrated his ownership of my mouth – pushing his thick cock in.  He reminded me to say “Aaaah” in order to open my throat so he could thrust deeper.  He relished watching me gag on the size of him and then he wiped his cock against my face to clean the drool from it

He caressed my body – feather light touches making me moan at the wonderful sensations.  He inspected me between my legs, commenting on how incredibly wet I was for him.  He toyed with my clit making my hips buck and jerk with need

He spanked me for being such a greedy girl – sharp slaps across my breasts, on my inner thighs and finally to my pussy.  I hissed as he did so, the blend of pain and pleasure so incredibly intoxicating

I loved the sense of his power over me; my ability just to take what he gives me

And with me still completely tied, he entered me.  He fucked me forcefully and intensely.  I felt myself come undone and I came over and over on his cock.  The incredible power of a dominant man and four silk ribbons

Katie’s Perspective

Bondage, bondage, bondage…. – so many things I like about it that I almost don’t know where to start

Helpless is the first word that springs to mind.  I love that feeling of being helpless and completely at his mercy.  The power dynamic of him having all the control is a big turn on for me

Now, in normal everyday life, I pride myself on being a very capable and in control woman.  In fact, I am conscious that one of my weaknesses is that I struggle to tell people when I am finding something tough.  While, secretly, deep down, I actually crave having someone who wants to look after me and help me with things I find difficult

I think this metamorphoses itself into this desire to be made to feel helpless.  Or maybe I have just watched too many Disney movies with helpless ladies being rescued by the handsome Prince!

I find the sensation of the complete hand over of control to my Dominant to be incredibly powerful and arousing.  All decisions are taken away from me – I just take what he gives me.  But one of the key things for me here is the intimacy and trust this entails.  Yes, I know we have a safe word in place, but allowing yourself to be completely restrained by another person is a very intimate act.  Both parties should appreciate how precious that trust is

I do enjoy different bondage positions.  Standing with my hands tied above my head.  Bent over a spanking bench and tied up.  Some predicament bondage with an anal hook involved….  They are all good – but my ultimate favourite is on my back on the bed, tied spreadeagled

I just love the feeling of exposure in that position.  Okay – I also like the fact that it is really rather comfortable, and I can focus on the pleasure, pain, teasing I am experiencing

My other personal preference is to be tied with silk ribbons.  Yes, ropes can be fun, and handcuffs have a certain naughtiness to them – and can often be more suitable for a punishment session.  But for me, nothing beats beautiful silk ribbons

Silk ribbons feel so decadent, so sumptuous.  The sensual nature of the silk against my skin.  And I think they look beautiful.  A ribbon tied in a bow to present me as a gift to my lover.  Oh yes please!

One of the other exhilarating aspects of bondage for me is the opportunity to push some of my boundaries.  I don’t mean him doing anything I would not consent to.  But maybe just pushing me a little further

When I have nipple clamps on and he removes them, and then reaches to re-clamp them and I know the pain will be more intense on my already sensitive flesh.  I want to wrap my arms across my breasts in protest.  Yet, when tied down, I cannot even try and stop him

Or when he holds a vibe or a wand against my clit and drives me from one orgasm to the next.  My body becoming so over-sensitised that the stimulation starts to be too much for me to bear.  When normally I would protest and close my legs.  But I can’t, all I can do is take it as he forces me into another, almost unbearable, climax

So, tie me down with silk ribbons and make me feel helpless and exposed and beautiful and I will be one happy submissive!

Mr Robinson’s Perspective (@Robinson6561)

A delicious piece Katie!  I love the two opposites – the delicate and gentle ribbons securing her in place allowing him to forcefully fuck her!  His brute force picking her up, taking her back to his lair to satisfy his needs

I love the submission of my muse, giving me permission to do whatever I want – deciding when, how and where I will take her.  Will I torment her first?  Spanking, fingering, edging, dining on her, or will it be a rough fuck, grabbing, controlling choking finishing with me forcing myself in deep inside her, by any means possible

Posturing myself across her body as she is tied is always a real turn on for me.  Knowing that shortly I will be fucking her mouth, hips thrusting as her hungry mouth drools with anticipation, knowing that she will be fighting for breath between thrusts

Whenever she is restrained, I love being a bit rough with her.  I’m not a big fan of face slaps but breasts, ass, thighs and pussy will all be subject to sharp spanks, plumping up those nipples and lips, converting her pale complexion to rosy red slap marks – sometimes with my hand, sometimes my belt or choosing an appropriate tool from our collection

May More’s Perspective (@more_matters)

I was a long time coming to terms with what I thought was a taboo need in me  and realising pain and pleasure did exist in the kink world side by side.  I would frequently masturbate about really racy, sometimes violent and often non consensual scenes I found online.  That changed once I was able to incorporate kinks into my life

At the beginning of my BDSM journey any kind of bondage seemed to cause me to feel horny as hell.  I think part of that was down to the absolute hotness I felt about finally getting the type of sex I had yearned for.  Not only that, the anticipation of the impending pain, wrapped up in the desire of being with someone I was extremely sexually attracted to, never failed to make me wet

But, often my body was so hyped that when it came down to it I just could not climax.  But this didn’t take away any of the enjoyment I felt from the play.  So much so it was usual for me to run the event through my head the following day.  Then, masturbate with those thoughts vividly in my mind

As time has gone on I am beginning to think I would like to feature bondage practices as a form of discipline or as an act in itself without necessarily having to continue into a full blown scenario that ends with sex and/or orgasms.  There is a growing need in me for experimentation.  A caning as punishment.  Perhaps temperature play or a rope session without sex on the menu too.  I brought this up a while back with my man.  We started to have occasional spanking fun, often over his knee.  I like that.  Without the promise of sex for afters

This worked to a certain extent.  Enough for me to realise I do like the pain as something separate to sexual activity.  But my man admitted that spanking or whipping me is such a turn on that it becomes necessary for him to be jerked off in some way.  Maybe that is something we can think of working on in the future when the end of lockdown has freed us to be ourselves again

I learned from the few times we included the pain without the pleasure of climaxing, that afterwards I felt very relaxed and at peace.  As if my worries and fears had dispersed and all was fine in the world.  Worth persevering simply for that feeling

Here is the start of a bondage scene from a session we played out a few months ago.  It gives an idea of our dynamics…

My man orders me to take off my panties and lay down on my front ready for my wrists and ankles to be tethered to each corner of the bed.  He secures the cuffs and blindfolds me.  He is well aware that I feel more vulnerable when I can’t see

Then all is quiet. I wait not knowing what will happen next.  After a few moments the suede tendrils, from one of our home made whips, land across my back.  Biting and soothing the skin in one whack.  That’s why I love leather so much.  It is hard and soft.  Warm, yet cold

He changes things up and the whip makes contact with my arse and thighs.  So near to my cunt that I become conscious of its need for attention.  I lift my hips slightly so the tendrils lick between my legs, teasing my slit

Suddenly he stops and says the effect of hurting me has made his cock hard.  Not being able to see I am ultra sensitive to the sounds in the room and realise he is removing his trousers to gain some relief

I feel the bed give slightly next to my head and can smell his cock.  He starts to rub his knob all over my cheeks before forcing open my mouth and briefly thrusting his cock to the back of my throat.  Yeah, he’s hard alright! 

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