Paradoxical and Visceral
I experience deep pleasure from all Bondage activities. This derives from the simple power rush of keeping you prisoner in my beautiful birdcage or chained and strapped to my bondage chair. I delight at erasing your individual morphology and modifying your body's usual appearance.
Depersonalised, blindfolded, hooded, gagged, objectified, forced to assume the positions I find most inspiring. Bound in tight ropes, your body coerced in alien shapes with layers of cling film, latex sheets, held in intricate Shibari, I spin a web into which you stumble and become trapped as I hold and devour you, liberating you from the mundane.
I play with suspense and you start a fantastical descent as I lead you along the corridors of your psyche. Whether a padded cell in a forlorn psychiatric ward, desolate bunker of a prisoner's camp, a shadowy boudoir blinded by gilded mirrors, a forgotten room at the end of a long gallery, a dark cupboard under the stairs where you lie foetal covered by soft dust, I set the conditions of your reclusion as you whimper in anticipated terror.
And, with each new layer of bondage, each new strap, you are released deeper into the underworld, back to cellular life. Your will erased, your mind free to experiment the sensations and emotions of the moment, reunited with your body, a creature in the making, helpless and free.
