Bondage Is a Peculiar Thing
Thinking about it, bondage is all about head-space. Why would it be done otherwise? The feeling of restriction, the liking for how it is done and what is done are all about fetish, escape and submission. It is all rolled into one to produce a different level of consciousness.
Bondage is a strong affirmation of trust. To allow someone to put you into bondage, gagged, immobile and vulnerable is all about trust and submission. You trust the person to do this.
Bondage delights at so many levels but it also confounds. Time moves differently, the bondage experience changes perceptions and shifts the soul to new places and spaces.
At times in bondage in the dungeon it is as if a person looks down and says ‘why do you Iike this so much‘ but the undeniable fact is that it touches the soul deeply. And it is necessary. Thus is the contradiction of BDSM and fetish.
Even saying the word starts that tiny little piece of me thinking about my last session, and when can I have the next.
Bondage Is Many Things To Many People
We are all different. Why do we want bondage, why does it work, how does it work? The fact is that none of this matters. It is someting that pulls like gravity.
Bondage can be about submission, escape, fantasy, fetish – and I am sure there are other options for how and why people enjoy bondage.
I know for myself, it is a floating feeling, a feeling of quiet escape from reality that touches me as very few other things do.
Wrist and ankle bondage
Wrapping the wrists and ankles, the feeling of restraints shift the perceptions. All of a sudden another reality begins to form.
Add a collar, a gag, some straps around the body to complete the bondage.
The more the body is restrained, the more inescapable the bondage, the greater the feeling of escape from reality, of release from tension, of peace.
To be in bondage is to be immersed in another world. Sublime.
The more restriction, the deeper the feelings
A simple ball gag enhances
Being gagged completes the bondage experience, affirming the slave truly is bound and under control. Nothing can change the outcome.
In a session, being gagged adds to the feeling of sub-space and submission.
Anything round the neck really pushes the headspace of bondage. A wide belt buckled firmly or a proper bondage collar really does add to the drifty dreamy feeling of bondage and submission.
Necks are a part of us that are surprisingly sensitive.
Just a simple collar round the neck
Bondage is a peculiar thing. We give up the right to free movement and from that we gain so much. We free ourselves, we escape this reality, we devolve our mental state into another existence.
We give ourselves to someone else, for them to dominate and control. We are at their mercy. It is a two way street, we give them the power, they give us the release of the bondage and whatever else happens while in bondage.
Time in bondage is different. It is. It seems to slow, to change, to be so much more personal and intimate. Laying in bondage, the straps and belts, the collar and gag all tight and stopping movement and sound consume the soul. Moving ever so slight against the straps, feeling them on the skin, maybe hearing them creak slightly is sublime.
The materials matter. Bondage can be done with so many things, in so many ways. Some people prefer rope and this is a common thing. The love of jute or a particular type of rope used for bondage is easy to understand. For myself it is all about leather straps. These feed the whole fetish thing, make it stronger, work together.
Fetish comes into it of course. This determines how the bondage is done. Maybe handcuffs are something that excite, the thought of loss of control and the fantasy of being captured by the police kicks in. Perhaps chains are associated with being put in a dungeon and kept immobile for the master or mistress to use. It is all about the fantasy and what makes it more real.
Another form of restriction is a wet suit. At a simplistic level the form fitting tight wet suit insulates the body against the environment. The feeling is one of losing control, of tight constriction.
Bondage triggers escape and fantasy. These are strong for me. I feel myself regress and become much more submissive. The old me recedes into the background and life becomes so much more simple. I leave my cares behind. I am in bondage and at the mercy of others. My BDSM desires and needs feel this release and a deep deep peace pervades.
What is missing from my life that I need bondage? The answer is nothing. In my early teens I tried self-bondage for no other reason than it felt good.
I was just born this way. Decades of introspection have shown me that there is no cause other than ‘it is the way I am.’ It is at the same level as liking one type of food and disliking another.