Nov 252010
 

To celebrate the American holiday of Thanksgiving, I want to spend some time being truly thankful for the many blessings in my life. I have a good life, full of many wonderful things. I have a large, complicated, frustrating, fabulous family. I live in a beautiful place in a house that I have made our home. I am lucky to be loved – wholly, deeply, completely – not just once, but many times over. Sex and mind-blowing orgasms are absolutely on the list. I have the opportunity to touch many lives in positive life-affirming ways. I have a job that I adore with many interesting perks that I appreciate.

These are all good things. By all accounts, I am blessed. But if I had to choose just one thing to be thankful for, that thing that makes life worth living, I’d have to say… bondage.

Joel trussed

Bondage just makes most sexual interactions better. For me, it’s like salt, a little bit enhances the flavor of nearly any dish. Even straight vanilla folk are known to occasionally pull out the handcuffs or tie on a blindfold. For me, bondage is the beginning and the end. It’s the first kink that I recognized I was really into. And at the end of the day, bondage is what binds the different strands of my sexuality together.

I’m geeky enough to like all of the gear – my various kinds of rope, the lengths of chain, the tape, the old stockings I use to tie up Harold’s balls, the leather cuffs, the spreader bars, the eye hooks in the ceiling and floor, the tie down points around the bed, and all of the things that just seem right in the moment. But I also love the end result. I want it to be pretty. Bondage really gets me going. It’s so hot, and I’m thankful!

If I’m the one getting bound, what I really want is to struggle. I want to be taken down and tied. Or I’ll let myself be restrained in order to calmly prove that I can get myself loose. (Actually, now that I think of it, I’m not so calm, I giggle like crazy.) Often, the bondage used on me is a power game. I’m challenging my partner to prove that they are strong enough and smart enough to keep me before I submit. And once bound, I like having something to pull or push against. I am incredibly thankful to receive oral sex while tied up! Oh to be helpless and thrashing against that tongue lashing…

Evoe bound

When I’m on top, my focus is somewhat different. I use bondage to create art. I want my partner’s form to create a new line. Their body is mine to manipulate and control. When I am engaged in CBT, bondage delineates my place to play. Of course, the bondage itself can be part of the torture. I get really wet seeing someone all pinned down before my affections. I am extremely thankful to be able to have Harold’s arms chained overhead, his balls tied to the floor, and to look into his eyes when I apply my foot to his balls. It’s a beautiful experience.

I’m also thankful for all the aspects of bondage that I have yet to explore. I’m wild about learning new skills. I know next to nothing about suspension bondage or all the fancy Japanese bondage. I want to discover more knots that I learned in Girl Scouts or sailing. And having new partners to restrain is always inspirational. Yep, I have a lot of bondage to be thankful for!

So, have a fantastic Thanksgiving today. Enjoy being with the people you love, friends, feasting, and fun. Count your blessings! And if you’re wondering what to do after pie, just truss up your Sweetheart up like a turkey, and stuff ‘em.