I remembered the last time we'd spent a weekend at my house.I remembered the last time we'd spent a weekend at my house. I had tied him in more or less the same position I was now in, and left him that way overnight. But of course, I had told him he was to await my pleasure, and every now and then I'd wander back into the room to lick him a bit. He kept trying to wiggle free, to no avail, of course, while I'd arouse him and then leave. Around 3 am, when I was certain he was asleep, I crept back in, aroused him again -- in both senses of the word -- and mounted him. When we were both more than satisfied, I curled up next to him and we fell asleep together. Around 10 a.m. or thereabouts, I finally unchained him. John finally tried to get up. No dice -- he'd had too much to drink, and he passed out at the table. Here I was, nude, gagged, and bound spread-eagled to the bed -- and my captor was in a drunken stupor, probably unable to move until morning. As I was being chained to the bed, I had been strongly aroused, despite my undercurrent of genuine fear. The arousal rapidly faded, though. There is nothing particularly stimulating in being immobilized. If a building collapsed around you, you wouldn't be thrilled, even if you were unhurt and certain of early rescue. The essence of bondage is the context -- that a person, your lover, now controls you. |