I’m writing this post because of the picture above. The look on her face says that she is a naughty girl, and she digs what is happening. 
 In our rush to expand and explore our repetoire of kink, let us not forget the basics. What is bondage about at its core? It’s about power, control, and holding someone down and fucking them until they chew through the gag enough to say the safeword. Well, you know what I mean. Even though those bound beauties, of either gender, may seem helpless, they are in fact crucial to the experience. You see, all this play puts us in a different head space. You all know that. But all the work, tying knots, checking, rechecking, spanking, teasing, dominance, submission (a chore in itself), all are rituals for One Result. That result is to get to a point where we forget ourselves, and give in to the energy, the flow, of Sex. I prefer the dominant role, and my beloved prefers submissive, and we both enjoy playing. All the rigamarole builds a charge that, when released, carries us away in an inrushing surge of YES! The roles become reality, briefly, and as such, become transcendant. It is, in a word, magick. 
Here endeth the lesson.Â
