 Hello
Shevette.
Finally comes the long awaited letter (I hope!)
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Good to hear from you again Sir Xxxxx[name
maimed] |
| This letter is in two parts, or sections, one about the
Internal conflict, but first, lets get down to the good stuff.
I've discovered a great method of self-bondage.
You know those little black strips electricians use for
tying cables together? Cable ties? Works like a charm. You can pull your
thumbs together tightly or connect them to a light chain and you can have
cuffs with any level of restriction you like. |
Yas, i've used
those before. i like them but to get them off they have to be cut... i hate
that! |
| What I did last night was to loop together four ties,
two sets of two, and another set.
Each tie looped around one end of one of those detachable
keyrings thingies.
I then took a length of ribbon (I
do not have any handcuffs, yet), made two slipknots, and slipped my wrist
through them. This makes quite an effectice set of "cuffs". |
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| I then proceeded to loop the ties
on the keyrings around my thumbs, and, using my teeth, pulled them tight.
The space the keyring offers gives enough tolerance so that I can slip the
other two sets around my pinkys, and around my middle fingers.
Again, pulled tight with teeth. Your palms are together,
and fingers useless. And I’ll tell you, with that operation completed
you’re really in the shit, and really tied up. If you ever played with
those cable ties, |
Yes,
i know that condition well... |
| you’ll know that once locked, they
stay that way.
How do you get out?
With a Stanley knife jammed between your knees. A bit
dangerous, I know, but maybe it's a guy thing. Love it. I must add that
once the novelty wore off I battled for almost half an hour to free
myself, and I more than once had the disturbing notion that my secret
life of bondage was going to come to a sudden and incredibly ebarrassing
end. Luckily it didn’t. |
That is scary isn't it? With self-bondage. The main
thing is that once you get all tied-up you have all the time in the world
to get free. That's not a bad thing in itself. Still i can relate to the
feeling that something could go terribly wrong and i might not ever be able
to get free again. The prospect of having to call for help from someone not
sympathetic to bondage isn't too much better than the thought of not
getting free... |
| Just a word of warning, though.
When attempting it, wear gloves.
I use a set of female lycra opera gloves, which I got a
year or three ago for the use in a fancy-dress party. Believe me, you
don’t wanna do it without them. And don’t pull em too tight, otherwise
the circulation goes and oops.
Anyway, that was my latest (and most intense) self
bonding experiment. Can’t wait for the moment to present itself where I
can do it again. |
Self
bondage is something special. Now, with j, i get almost all the bondage i
can stand. Still a 'private' session can be special. Call it quality time
alone. That's a good thing, more people ought to try it... |
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| Which brings me to
the eternal question - Why! And I am not going to try to
answer it.... |
Everyone trys to answer that question. Myself included.
All we have to know is that it feels good. All we have to do is play safe.
All we need to keep in mind is to do it in a positive way and not think it
has to be destructive - like those not-in-the-know think it is. Sorry
for interupting... |
| But I do feel that I need to get this off my
chest, and excuse me if I'm covering ground covered before, but if I'm
gonna say this, I'm gonna say it once, and I'm gonna say it right. I've
only got enough courage to do this once.
When I was little more than a little kid - and I am
talking little, before I knew what this thingameboggin was that hung
between my legs, I had a "thing" for bondage. I remember reading Richie
Rich comics (I could read since I was four, my only claim to any
intelligence whatsoever!), and seeing the mean Mayda Money tie up the
beautiful Gloria so that Richie's attentions could not be diverted. (Ol'
Richie never had it that good in his life!). And there was little old me,
barely old enough to blow his own nose, staring for hours at the
wrap-tied Gloria, and wondering why the hell the fascination? (Publishers
of Harvey comics, take note, I'm not trying to blame my sexual
preferences on your product. Although it helped.) |
Me
too! Well, it wasn't Richie Rich, but i too had bondage fantasies at an
early age. i surpressed them, which for awhile wasn't a bad thing to do. i
think i surpressed them for too long though. They re-emerged durring
puberty (and i mean EARLY puberty) and i kept on supressing and reressing
my desire to be tied up. That was a heck of a lot more destructive than any
self-bondage session i have been in... |
| As I grew older, and saw all the TV
kidnappings & robberies and all the other Miami-Vice programs, and when I
entered into adolescence, I realised that this was indeed a sexual thing
for me, and, therefore, a bad thing. |
Wrong turn -
thanks to the mainstream steriotype.... |
| I was brought up to be very
disciplined, with a strong church background, and still to this day have an
extremely strong relationship with God. |
Likewise... |
| And this is the very source of my
frustrations. Is bondage wrong? Is it a sin? The only person I've ever tied
up is myself, and, like yourself, learned a great deal from it. My sexual
Fantasies & fetishes expanded, then refined, finally down to almost a
subtle art form. I drew pictures, I wrote stories, I even wrote a poem
called "Oxxx"[name maimed], which is the only piece of poetry I've ever
kept entirely to myself. and It Felt so good. Physically.
Mentally, I was in turmoil. Still am.
Even last night, on my latest bout of self bondage, with
the aid of a key-ring, two cable ties and a length of ribbon, I feel that
it can't be right. Nevermind the religious aspect, which I won't go into,
but I feel as if I am doing myself an injustice here. I feel like I am
betraying myself, in the sense that I could be out there doing something,
being creative, writing, painting, anything. Instead I am lying here with
my hands tied up, with Monty Python doing the funky Chicken in my pants!
But, oh, it feels so good....... |
If i
had a nickle for everytime someone has told me this i'd be driving a purple
Corvette instead of my trusty Chevette (maybe i'd have the Chevette
mounted like Roy Rogers did to Trigger.)
The point is that we are all conned
into following the crowd. i remember reading an article once about a
group of people who were shunned by all - they even shunned others in
their group. These were the people with zits (pimples.) Bondage is like
that. At least half the people like it and ALL the people hide it! Not
because its dirty or sick or anything, but because it relates to sex.
Everyone hides their sex habits. Virgins pretned like they aren't. People
with a shoe fetish keep it a secret. And even the vanilla types that
think sex should only be done in the missionary position keep that a
secret too.
We try to keep sex out of the eye of
the kids (and our parents too!) |
| By nature I am not a sub, I am most
definitely a dominant male, but I have no one to tie up, so I do it to
myself, wishing that there was someone else.
And this frustrates me even further.
It is a very weird situation for me, and I live in a
daily environment knowing I am a crazed sex-pot into self-humiliation and
sado-masochistic rituals, but at the same time very much a puritan, never
fantasising about sex and bondage, but rather as bondage as an extra, and
sex as something more pure (ever seen Exit to Eden? - That is what I
am talking about - fun and foreplay in cuffs, making love in a sunlit
room with white sheets.) |
Aggghhhh!
It repeats and repeats
all over again!
This really hurts
me! So many people suffering from the same thing - trying to live their
lives as they think other people think they should! Yuk! The crime is
that we perpetuate this when we have to hide our desire for bondage. How
long must this go on?
Somehow in the
attempt to protect us as children our parents have cursed us with the
feeling that we must keep sex hidden - especially some sex act that is
different from the so-called norm! The bad news i don't know of any way
to break the cycle. If i had a little girl or boy of my own i know it
would be very very hard to let them know how i like my sexual activety.
How could i tell my daughter that i am a slave? ...and that i like
it? |
| I know that you are not a shrink,
and you are not here to give answers, but in a very real way, you already
have. during one of my guilt ridden nights of surfing, I stumbled on your
site, and for the first time here was someone who said it was cool to have
fun with bondage. For the first time here is someone who has a "thing" for
tennies. It was all right to be kinky. there is no guilt here. there is no
weirdness. Just enjoyment. the way it was meant to be. And, as I said, it
took me while to muster up the courage to write to you, but I'm glad I did.
and I am glad I wrote this letter, because just by writing it, I've come to
peace with a few factors myself. |
A
slave is honoured, thank you Sir. |
| Growing up is never easy. Doing so
in a conservative family in a conservative area is even harder. Being
different is the worst of them all. and now, thanks to you, you've shown me
that there can be more to bondage than pain and leather and dark gothic
night-clubs full of wannabe's. |
i'm blushing Sir. i
am only a slave - a slave who had to get it out that i LOVE being tied-up!
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| Keep up the great work, Shevette.
thank you. you have not answered all my questions, but you taught me that
it is alright to have them. |
And Sir you have re-afirmed my beliefs. Thank you, we
don't have zits and even if we do, we must stick together. Why we love
bondage is a bigger question than any of us can answer - alone. Even
together we may never come to understand it, all i ask is that we learn to
live with it and without guilt or repression - self-inflicted or
otherwise... |
keep the faith
cheers |
Yes Sir, i have to. Its a part of me - something that
makes me a very happy slave..... |
| Gxxx
Me. |
Kisses
Master Chris' slave shevette |
