I Like Bondage
Since I was running around chasing butterflies in the park and building sand castles at the beach, the sight of bound women thrilled me. Whenever one appeared on TV, my little heart skipped a beat or two. I sat in front of the screen, riveted, with no idea why.
Yet, I never asked why. That might seem odd at first. Like any boy, I asked about a lot of things. Mom, do I have to go to cousin Joey's house? Dad, why are there so many stars in the sky? But I'd never have asked, "Why do bound women excite me?" I'd never have thought of asking. Even then, the matter seemed to be something very personal and private, my strange little secret---not something you would tell your parents.
Only years later, when I was well past puberty, did I learn that some people practiced bondage to spice up their sex lives, desiring to tie up their significant others or be tied up by them. Some people stigmatized this practice, calling it a perversion. The association of bondage with sex engendered a whole genre of exhibitionism showing young women in various stages of undress, bound and gagged in positions that went way beyond the imagination of the average kidnapper, burglar or bank robber.
None of this appealed to me. Yet, the sight of bound women has never lost its thrill. To the contrary, I thrill all the more to it as I grow older. By contrast, the obscene associations that the "bondage industry" has attached to it turn me off. They always have.
The sight of a bound woman remains, for me, exciting enough in itself. Sex, moreover, should be kept private, between the two individuals who engage in it. When you broadcast it, you demean it; you turn it into something distasteful and degrading for everyone involved, including the viewer. Linking the sight of a bound woman with sex is like smearing a masterpiece with dung: a big turn-off.
Yet, I never asked why. That might seem odd at first. Like any boy, I asked about a lot of things. Mom, do I have to go to cousin Joey's house? Dad, why are there so many stars in the sky? But I'd never have asked, "Why do bound women excite me?" I'd never have thought of asking. Even then, the matter seemed to be something very personal and private, my strange little secret---not something you would tell your parents.
Only years later, when I was well past puberty, did I learn that some people practiced bondage to spice up their sex lives, desiring to tie up their significant others or be tied up by them. Some people stigmatized this practice, calling it a perversion. The association of bondage with sex engendered a whole genre of exhibitionism showing young women in various stages of undress, bound and gagged in positions that went way beyond the imagination of the average kidnapper, burglar or bank robber.
None of this appealed to me. Yet, the sight of bound women has never lost its thrill. To the contrary, I thrill all the more to it as I grow older. By contrast, the obscene associations that the "bondage industry" has attached to it turn me off. They always have.
The sight of a bound woman remains, for me, exciting enough in itself. Sex, moreover, should be kept private, between the two individuals who engage in it. When you broadcast it, you demean it; you turn it into something distasteful and degrading for everyone involved, including the viewer. Linking the sight of a bound woman with sex is like smearing a masterpiece with dung: a big turn-off.
By:
Seiler
Age:
56-60
,
Male
