I really like being tied up. It’s probably one of the best things a man can do to get me off.
But to really turn me on, it has been done right, the man who does it has to not only be adept at tying some serious knots, he also has to be dominant.
My soon-to-be-ex husband really sucked at both tying knots and being dominant, but the same was the same of his very handsome younger brother Thierry.
Thierry was an accomplished sailor and brought many of the knots he used to secure a boat into the bedroom. It’s not just being tied up that gets me off, its actual bondage and restriction as well.
My favorite would have to be breast bondage, not only does it look really cool, when the breasts are bound properly (and turning an interesting shade of light purple), they are at their height in terms of sensitivity and are quite ripe for a pair nipple clamps or just an adept caress for flip of the tongue.
I have to say again, I am not one for whips and paddles ( those are best left to be used and used often on Marc my soon-to-be ex husband), but I do like to be spanked…
There is something about pain done right that is just so erotic…
Although I had long fantasized about being dominated by a man with 50ft of rope, I did not try it until one weekend when Marc was away and Thierry had thought it a shame a cute little girl like me might be left all alone.
At dinner that evening at The Cut in Beverly Hills, I discussed my fantasies of being tied up, even going as to have written several erotic short stories about them.
Like I mentioned I am only interested in the BD of BDSM, I like the idea of a man tying me up and gagging me and then fucking the hell out of me.
Sipping his wine, Thierry listened intently to every word I said. As I spoke, I saw the cog wheels in his always dirty mind start to spin even more than they usually do.
After we finished up dinner, we both got in the car and instead of going back to my house, he took me up to his home in the Hollywood Hills.
As his Aston Martin pulled into the garage, he turned off the car and got out. He got out of the car and went out around to my door to open it as he usually did, but this time it was different, he opened the door and pulled me out and then reached to clutch my hands behind my back with one hand. I felt him behind me undo the tie from his neck and reached to place it over my mouth to gag me, tying it securely in back of my head.
” Come on.” He ordered, pushing me forward into the house.
And I did as was told.
A man? Hmmm, were u ever tied up by a woman? Shibari perhaps?
No, but I would like to try!
……….but there’s not a sensual and skilled domina around to show u what it really means to spend a couple of hours in deliciously strict and inescapable bondage, being completely at the mercy of her ever changing whims?