Tie Me Up and Take Control

Since being a teen, I have fantasized of being tied up and fucked. Back then, I saw it as a little loophole to get around the “sin” - a way to avoid the shame religion instilled in me. Nowadays it’s about letting go of control, taking away the anxieties I may have around whether I’m doing enough as a partner. It is having a lover who I trust giving me permission to just exist in the moment as they explore my body.

I met a woman at a lesbian event, and she tied me up and I’ve realized it’s not just letting go of control that I love.

I love the feeling of rope on my skin, the pressure as it digs in, and how it helps me relax muscles that I sometimes feel are impossible to relax. It feels like magic - exhilarating, sensual and calming all at the same time. The rope as it brushes against my skin as I am tied up. The excitement as a knot is tightened - to me it doesn’t feel constricting, it feels like a whisper to let go of my inhibitions.

And I am finally ready to ask a partner to fuck me once I’m tied up. Beg them to use me. To find pleasure together as I give them control.