Experts are still torn on whether hogties are the cause or the cure of the condition known as the squirmies.
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Remember when Bobbi Starr was a good little subby girl when she started doing kink.com shoots?
Heh. I bet she barely even does anymore, either.
It’s that look of “I think I just bit off more than I can chew.”
Which I totally identify, because I stretch to let people pull a hogtie tighter to show off how flexible I am. Or I let them make the bondage more difficult so I can feel tough.
And then when I’m settling into it, I’m stuck with that holy-crap-I-just-agreed-to-this feeling and I realize my bluffs have been met.
I’m kind of obsessed with bondage that involves hair right now.
Rope was my earliest kink. Before any of it was sexual, before any of it even remotely made sense. I just wanted to be so lost in it, I’d fade away.
I’m really into the idea of hanging out tied up like this. Getting tied up, gagged, but then just watching a movie. Essentially, having a vanilla date night in, except I’m nude, bound and gagged while the other person proceeds as if everything is standard.
Of course, they’ll be free to wear clothing and talk at me. In fact, encouraged.I like the sort of condescending one-directional conversation that happens when someone is pretending – but not really – that you can actually respond and nothing’s out of the ordinary.
I’m still attached to how simple and cute a tape gag can be, even if it’s extremely ineffective.
“Just put her down there for now. We’ll put her away later.”
“This centerpiece kind of overwhelms the table, honestly. Let’s try another.”