The Big Book of Bondage: Sexy Tales of Erotic Restraint

It looped under her ass and framed her cunt and tied thickly around each thigh. She strained to close her legs, hide herself from his gaze, but he laid a firm hand on each knee and tsked softly, shook his head. “Stay open for me.” His eyes met hers, completely serious. “That’s right. Good girl.”

“I take this very seriously,” I said. “I can’t abide anyone wasting my time. If you’re not on board one hundred percent, that’s the end of your lessons.” “I understand,” he said. He didn’t, not yet. But he would—I hoped. “You will follow my orders without hesitation,” I went on. “You may certainly ask for clarification, to make sure you understand,

“You know the rules,” I said. “Patience, control. You’ll know when you’re allowed to come.”

Because the most important part of bondage, of dominance, of all the slippery ways one can play with those concepts is trust.

think BDSM isn’t only about reversing roles. Sometimes it intensifies conflicts that are already there. Being rich and powerful is a kind of prison, but they can’t admit that, even to themselves. It’s the pure honesty of the scene that gets them off.”

I am fascinated with the sensation of giving up, giving in, of putting one’s pleasure (and pain) into the hands of another. To me, bondage means “I trust you to keep me safe,” and yet BDSM can also mean “I trust you to hurt me.”