To a casual observer, it would perhaps appear that I’m being tortured, but the reality isI am utterly at peace when I’m bound. Utterly loved. I feel more free tied and bound than I feel in any other way. In this way, I can give myself to him totally and I have no decisions to focus on, short of breathing. I can just be. Just exist.
The height at which I am suspended is chosen to provide him with perfect access to my genitalia while he binds himself with me. I am completely submerged in ecstasy and a sense of endless pleasure, as I moan and beg for him not to leave our cocoon of love making. I have never been taken like this, never been loved like this, ever before.
Never been completely someone ele’s before.