I did it. I’ve succumbed into the anomaly better known as 50 Shades of Grey. Sixteen chapters in, and three pairs of panties later, I finally have enough of an opinion to write about a topic I’ve been meaning to explore for some time now – bondage.
Not some super duper S&M shit either, just the mere act of not having your hands free to do as you please. I’ve actually never consciously participated in it. I know, weird right? However, I’ve had a few similar experiences that involved being restrained. I’m sure there were more, but these are the two I remember most.
Forgive me for sounding like a whore, but the first instance was so long ago I can’t even remember who it was with lol. All I remember is he was going down on me while holding down my hands. A natural reflex for me when someone’s down there, is to rub their head with my hands or fondle myself, and the fact I couldn’t do either drove me fucking NUTS.
The second instance was with surprise, surprise – Thor. He was fucking me like it was going out of style, and it was getting to the point where I couldn’t handle the pleasure without screaming bloody murder or being gagged (hey, now there’s an idea). So in an attempt to give myself a break, I tried to push his hips away from me. He responded by grabbing both of my tiny wrist with one hand (his hands were oh, so big good God) and pinning them over my head as he thrusted even deeper and harder.
Do you need a fan, and a glass of water? Yeah me too. Go for it, I’ll wait.
In both instances, being restricted made me fucking crazy. I like being dominated, but it’s usually because I let myself be. When it’s because I’m being restrained and have no choice it’s different. Nevertheless, I think I’m a fan. It’s the only tying up of something I know of, that unleashes something else.
What are your thoughts or experiences on bondage? Share if you dare! P.S. I haven’t finished the book, if you ruin it for me – I WILL (paper)CUT you.