The moment I see the ropes, my pulse quickens, and I can’t help but shiver. Everything about being wrapped tight, restrained, and completely at someone else’s mercy makes my skin come alive. This isn’t fear… it’s craving. I want the surrender, the helplessness, the delicious tension in every bind. Bondage and Submission isn’t just a game to me… it’s a need, a rush, a way to feel every inch of myself while giving control away.
I kneel, waiting, my wrists and ankles already aching from anticipation. The rope bites gently, holding me close, reminding me I belong here, that every tiny move must be guided by their hand. My body arches instinctively as the cord presses just right, holding me, shaping me, claiming me. I’m not shy about it… I love the tightness, the way it forces me to focus only on them, only on my obedience.
“Look at you,” a voice yells above me, sharp and commanding. “Every move perfect, every shiver earned.” I tilt my head, biting my lip, knowing I’ve done nothing yet and already they are in control. I follow instructions instantly, small movements guided by whispered commands, my mind sharpening on the edge of pleasure and discipline. Every shift, every motion is met with approval… or correction, and I crave both.
They circle me, hands never touching, just presence commanding. I imagine them adjusting ropes, tightening knots, or guiding my chest and hips to the perfect position. The anticipation makes me moan quietly, a soft sound I can’t help, and I feel the thrill of being watched so intently, controlled so completely. Each command pulls me further, and I obey willingly, eagerly, desperate to please.
I imagine the night stretching on… my body bound, every inch mapped, every gesture scrutinized and guided. My senses heighten, every touch imagined more intense, every whispered order more intoxicating. I am caught between wanting to move and needing to remain still, craving freedom while loving restraint.
And when they finally say, “Rest, now,” I let myself melt into the ropes, utterly spent, utterly satisfied, and utterly devoted. Every tug, every binding, every whispered order confirms it: my body, my mind, my pleasure… they are theirs.
I crave being choked tightly to where I can barely breathe, with him deeply looking into my soul. I live for this, and at midnight, wrapped and bound, I surrender completely, letting the ropes guide every shiver, every move, every desire…




















