I sink into the feel of the soft nylon rope, and it tells me I must be still.  Wriggling, squirming, doing my best to relieve myself of its restriction will be in vain.  And might even lead to a hard swat on my vulnerable derriere if my Dominant thinks I’m resisting too much.

Surrendering to the bondage can be like sinking into some kind of hypnotic state. If hypnosis is complete and utter relaxation, then the state one can enter when one relinquishes to the binds, must be its twin sister.  The shackles transform from controlling to liberating, ultimately releasing the desire for control.  That control has not been taken.  Rather it has been willingly given to another.  Now I am free.

As the body surrenders, so does the mind, which now can wander through the many passages the  subconscious reveals.  And able at last, to throw off the invisible chains of the stresses of life.  Those unseen chains that lock us and confine us, far more effectively than any physical bonds.

Bondage.  The very word suggests restriction and constraint.  And so it is.  But in addition to the unique freedom it offers, the associated helplessness and the complete vulnerability, demonstrates the trust the submissive offers to her Dominant.  Allowing him such power is indeed, a precious gift.  Dominance and submission is a power exchange, and is there any greater affirmation of that exchange than a supplicant resting in bondage?

As the sweet ties hold me, I lay, not yet blindfolded, watching the flickering shadows dance across the walls.  The firelight creates the magic, the ropes soak away my tension.  I cannot move, I no longer wish to move.  Rather, I submerge myself in the powerlessness that engulfs me, feeling safer than I have all day, all week.  Safe and secure, listening as my Dominant rummages through his many toys to find that special one.  

The tightness that hurt my back and shoulders all day, is gone.  There is only the ever changing scene on the wall. I hear him coming, the footfalls soft, the sweet, spicy, erotic promise in the air.  The blindfold slips across my eyes and I welcome the darkness. Let the enchantment to begin.

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