I love being restrained. There are many ways of being restrained. My wrists can be bound or pinned down. There can be a hand around my throat that holds me down, or a collar that symbolically does the same thing. My ankles can be tied. My eyes can be covered, restraining my ability to see; my mouth can be gagged, restraining my ability to speak.
I can be restrained with a variety of different things. I can be restrained with hands, rope, cuffs, ribbon, ties, scarves, blindfolds, handcuffs, chains, straps, belts, gags. You name it, it can be used. If you can think it, we can do it. There is something beautiful in seeing a woman restrained (willingly, of course). Something gorgeous about the chain that binds her, artistry in the rope that subdues her. Vulnerability can be beautiful, when there is mutual trust involved. There is nothing more intimate that the trust between Dominant and submissive. She trusts him enough to allow herself to be vulnerable to him. That is a powerful thing.
I can’t imagine the beauty that my partner must see when he has me restrained, vulnerable, and waiting to be taken.
I'm Britni, a snarky bitch and generally awesome person. I write about sex, love, and bullshit. If sex-positivity, discussions about BDSM and kink, queer issues, and topics that are completely inappropriate by society's standards make you uncomfortable, then this blog is not for you.
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Yesssss to all of the above.
If I don't get tied up and sexed really soon I'm gonna explode… or just lose whatever is left of my sex drive… which would just be a shame.
Awesome choice of pics hun x
Uf, those pictures are unbelievable. And yes, great post!! I'm right there with you.