Tag Archives: bondage

Sexy Sunday Snippet: “Behind the Blindfold” by Rebecca Croteau from On Fire

23 Jul

To round out On Fire Week, Lady Smut has a sexy bondage story for you: an excerpt from “Behind the Blindfold” by Rebecca Croteau in Cleis Press anthology On Fire: Erotic Romance Stories, edited by our own Rachel Kramer Bussel.

Sexy snippet from “Behind the Blindfold” by Rebecca Croteau:

I don’t know how long he will leave me here. My sense of time stretches and folds in on itself; it could be minutes or it could be hours. The blindfold is perfect; there’s no peeking light to ruin the darkness, and even the birds beyond the windows cooperate with him, keeping their songs quiet and calm enough that I can’t use them to mark time.

After a stretch of time, my patience wears thin; I’m dripping wet, eager to the point of soreness, and I don’t know if I’ve been here a minute or an hour. I fight the bindings at my hands and ankles, stretching and pulling, searching for an inch of freedom so that I can get one single finger down to my clit; if I could touch myself, it would be moments before I was flying. He has tied me far too carefully, though, and I’m left squeezing my thighs together to try and find enough pressure to get me off. If I could squirm my way into an orgasm, even just a tiny one, just to take the edge off, I could be so much more patient. I could wait forever for him. But my body is in league with him, and I only succeed in increasing my frustration.

Finally, patience eases back in; I relax, giving in to my bonds. He makes me wait an eternity, until my head is starting to sag with sleep. And then I feel a whisper of air as the door opens. My head comes back up, my face turning toward where I know the door is. I can hear his breath catch in his throat, and then his hand is rasping over the fly of his jeans. I can’t hide the smile; he’s gone hard this fast, just because I’m where he left me, because I’m still here, naked except for my blindfold and my bonds?

He moves so lightly that I can’t track where he is in the room. I can hear the susurrus of cloth as he sheds his clothes, and I can scent his arousal on the air, but I’m surprised when the hard head of his cock brushes against my parted lips. I open for him, eager, taking the head into my mouth, grazing my teeth over his sensitive skin and caressing with my tongue. I hear his whispered groan as he lets me have my way with him for a few more moments, but when I open my mouth wider to take more of him in, he pulls away, and I’m alone again, an island in a sea of pillows.

The next time he approaches me, it’s with a tickling touch of fabric that falls, featherlight, over my upturned face. I lean back, and the cloth softly and slowly pulls away from me, dragging over my nipples and my lips. The sound that escapes me is a prayer and a plea, and he chuckles, somewhere behind me.

And then it’s him behind me. I feel his hard length pressed along the curve of my ass, and I recognize the cold glass shape a moment before he slides it between my inner lips. I fall back into him, my thighs spreading, and he sets me back up on my knees again. “Stay,” he says, a command and a request, and lightning flashes all down my spine at the contained tension in his voice. I hold my body still as he teases my clit with the hard, icy toy—he must have had it in the freezer, for it to be so incredibly cold— and he teases me open, easing it deep inside of me before it warms. It slides home, splitting me wide open, and I’m so incredibly glad that he hasn’t told me to be quiet. I’m crying out, a wordless whimpering moan of delight and misery; my breath is sound. I hold still. I don’t thrust onto it like I want to, and he holds it perfectly still, firmly in place while he strokes my clit with the side of his roughened thumb. I want to collapse, I want to explode, but he keeps the rhythm of his touch a hair’s breath shy of what I need to fall over that particular cliff.

Read the full sexy, kinky story in On Fire, available now in print from Amazon or Barnes & Noble, or as an ebook for KindleNookiBooksGoogle Play and Kobo.

About the author: Rebecca Croteau has had short stories published in anthologies from Circlet Press and has released several indie novellas. Her dark fantasy NA novel, Clearer In the Night, is available from Penner Publishing. She lives in New England with her family, and experiments with all the ways that a person can get wound up in yarn.

Lord of the Ropes

12 Jul

Shibari

Dear lovely people–A.C. Rose is with us again. Today she has an interview to share with us that she did with Morpheous aka Lord of the Ropes.

By A.C. Rose

What is it about ropes?

Some people think it is a little cray-cray to want to be willingly tied up. Others are anxious to try it. And there are those who attest to the sensual power of being tied up and vulnerable.

It’s fascinating to see how ropes are not just an integral part of BDSM play, and at-home sexy times, but have been elevated to an art form.

I reached out to Morpheous – that’s Lord Morpheous, to you – a sex educator, photographer, and kinkster based in New York and Toronto who knows the ropes when it comes to ropes. He is author of the new book, HOW TO BE KNOTTY: THE ESSENTIAL GUIDE TO MODERN ROPE BONDAGE. 

His book is a beautifully executed collection of images with how-to instructions that illustrate many creative ways to tie one on.

He also teaches rope safety in the book.

Morpheous has taught workshops and performed rope bondage around the world and is the founder of Morpheous’ Bondage Extravaganza, reportedly the world’s largest public rope bondage event.  His work is included in academic collections and museums, as well as published in a human sexuality textbook. He is also author of How to be Kinky: A Beginner’s Guide to BDSM and How to be Kinkier: More Adventures in Adult Playtime.

If you’ve ever wondered why ropes are such a big part of BDSM, read on.

A.C. ROSE: For those readers unfamiliar, what is rope bondage?

MORPHEOUS: Rope bondage is the practice of tying another person for the purposes of art, or sex, or sensuality; in fact, for whatever reason you and your partner do it! It comes under the umbrella as BDSM and is most often used as a communication between partners, a way of connecting in a sensual manner, of one partner handing control over to another. There is an artistic side though, and one that’s central to how most people do bondage.

A.C. ROSE: Do you have to be a professional to play with ropes or is there a safety course one should take before trying?

MORPHEOUS: You absolutely don’t need to be a professional to start exploring rope bondage, and while I’d always encourage people to have basic first aid training if they’re going to get into bondage (and, in fact, even if they’re not), you can learn everything you need to learn about safety as you learn the basics of bondage. I’ve written several books and each one of them covers bondage basics and basic bondage safety to a different extent. It’s all about communicating well, checking in often and having certain important bits of safety hardware on hand at all times.

A.C. ROSE: Why do you consider modern bondage both art and eroticism?

MORPHEOUS: The rope bondage that we know today is most often a fusion of both the Eastern and Western styles, and one has a more artistic bent while the other is more about restraint. My personal style is certainly a fusion of these two styles—with a creative twist of my own. While modern bondage is very much about restraint for sexual or sensory purposes, the shapes of the body, the shapes of the rope and the different materials used means that there’s an incredible art to it—not to mention to the process of tying itself. Watching a talented rigger tie their submissive is almost as sexual as being tied yourself. The fluidity of the movement, the lines, the patterns, the almost visible chemistry between the two…it’s nothing short of art.

A.C. ROSE: Many people find the idea of being tied up a scary because of the connotation of being tied up, yet some are drawn to it, and find it exciting.  What is the draw to those who like it?

MORPHEOUS: The draw is, I think, that very vulnerability that some people find scary. To hand yourself over completely to another person is very intense, and it’s that intensity that is at the heart of all BDSM play. Whether you’re being tied or being spanked or letting someone mess with your head, its all based on the trust that you have in that other person—which is why it’s also so important to only play with people who you can trust and who have proven themselves to be trustworthy.A.C. ROSE: When you are working with ropes, are you a master, artist, or hedonist?

MORPHEOUS: I’m all three! The hedonism comes from the thrill of the connection and of the process of bondage; at no point does your desire for sexual contact or the drive to master someone else overcome your consideration for their wellbeing. A good rigger (the person who ties someone else) always, always has safety and security at the forefront of their mind. But then domination of your partner and artistic creativity are also in there too.

A.C. ROSE: There are many different examples in How to Be Knotty. Do you have a favorite technique? And why.

MORPHEOUS: It would be impossible for me to pick a favorite tie or type of tie. My favorite knots and binds change according to who I’m tying and for what purpose. Sometimes you don’t want to engage in intense sex play but you want to feel connected to your partner; the ties that I choose at that point will be very different to the ties I choose for a hot and heavy session. It also changes according to the body type and limitations of your partner. For instance, some people are more flexible than others; some have larger muscles or body parts in certain places, and some just don’t like to have rope across their chests or between their legs or around their hands. The beauty of bondage is that it is so adaptable—and it’s so fun to play with!

A.C. ROSE: Can you explain what ‘sub space’ is and how people get there?

MORPHEOUS: Subspace is the mental space that some submissives reach when they are tied (or when they are otherwise engaged in BDSM play). In subspace you’re consumed by your immediate sensory experience; everything else seems to drop away, and you become serene in the space you’re in, your connection with your rigger front and center of your being. It’s a glorious place to be—although, much like with orgasm, some people find it much easier to reach than others and some might never achieve it.

A.C. ROSE: Once someone is tied, what are some of the pleasures that are administered? Anything goes?

MORPHEOUS: Absolutely not. “Anything goes” isn’t something that should ever be said of anyone engaged in BDSM play of any type. Everyone has boundaries, both physical and mental, and this is a conversation that should ALWAYS be had before you engage in any type of BDSM, especially bondage, and you should also both check in throughout play. You can be very much attracted to the idea of something in theory and then not that into it in reality, and in that case, play should always be stopped.

However, the range of potential pleasures is almost endless! Penetrative sex, non-penetrative sex, sensation play — spanking, playing with pegs, wax, ice, etc.—whatever your partner is into is likely to be heightened when they’re tied. And it’s always fun to find out what they like best!

A.C. ROSE: Is expert rope play one of the more sophisticated aspects of modern BDSM? Or is it just a normal part of the lifestyle?

MORPHEOUS: BDSM term is an umbrella term for many different types of play, and a lot of kinky folks aren’t into rope play at all. However, when you’re at expert level of anything, I would say you’re moving towards the more intense end of the spectrum. You don’t get to be a master at rope without putting in a lot of time, effort, learning and most likely budget too, and you wouldn’t do anything of that if you weren’t hugely passionate about it.

A.C. ROSE: What is it about rope … that makes it so erotic?

MORPHEOUS: Everything! For me, it’s the smell, it’s the feel, it’s the look of it, it’s the marks that rope leaves on skin, it’s the flexibility and malleability of the material, it’s the colour… and it’s what you get to do with it. There are lots of different types of rope and different materials that rope can be made from, and each one has a whole different atmosphere to it. Personally, I love the traditional textures of hemp and hessian, as these look incredibly retro and hardcore.

A.C. ROSE: Does your local hardware proprietor know what you use it for?

MORPHEOUS: I like to buy from particular artisans and local producers who definitely know what I’m using their wares for. However, I’ve been known to buy emergency gear at my local hardware store and I’ve been there enough and said enough things loudly that if he doesn’t know by now, I’d be surprised!

A.C. ROSE: Do you also like, and partake in, vanilla sex?

MORPHEOUS: Of course! You can’t be kink 24/7, and sometimes after a long week all I want to do is cuddle with my incredible wife and eat ice cream and watch movies and have “nice” sex. However that never lasts too long. J

Thank you to A.C. Rose and to Morpheous for sharing their thoughts on this delicious topic with us today. Here’s a link where you can order HOW TO BE KNOTTY: THE ESSENTIAL GUIDE TO MODERN ROPE BONDAGE. 

Click to buy.

A.C. Rose is a love, romance, and entertainment columnist and author of steamy romance books. Her Latest book is STAY AFTER CLASS

A super hot professor.
A beautiful student ready to swipe her V-card.
A gorgeous, naked art model.
The sketch that links them all.

Amanda Slade has a major crush on her sexy art professor and wants his help with an important extracurricular activity—losing her virginity.

Professor Jem Nichols knows falling for his beautiful student is a bad idea but he just can’t say goodbye as the semester ends. But the professor refuses to hastily take her virtue. Instead, he wants to slowly teach her the most important lessons of lovemaking.

By the time they’re done, he’ll know every inch of her body. But with the pressure building around his upcoming art show and her sexual debut, will Jem be the one to take her all the way?

School’s out, but the love affair is just beginning.

Find A.C. Rose on the web:

Website
http://acroseauthor.net/

Hot Romance column:  http://thethreetomatoes.com/category/love-sex/hot-romance

Romance, Intrigue, Bondage! Sexy Snippet from Lucky

4 Jun

by Elizabeth SaFleur

Today’s Sexy Excerpt comes from Lucky, an Elite Doms of Washington book. Expect intrigue, romance and BDSM elements in this series that shows not all power in D.C. is wielded by politicians.

Lucky is the fourth story in the series, but each book is a stand-alone with no cliff-hangers.

About the story

When a man tells you who he is believe him.

Wealthy entertainment investor and resolute bachelor Derek Damon Wright learned at a young age women were trouble. He’s unprepared for dancer Samantha Rose who walks into his thirteenth, Washington DC nightclub opening with an authenticity and passion for life that quickly rocks his jaded, albeit privileged, world.

Samantha, an aerial artist and dance studio owner, hasn’t been lucky in love, and falling for the charismatic and Dominant Derek won’t draw her closer to her greatest dream of  having a baby. Yet she’s helpless to resist his charm and sophisticated world of private jets, Caribbean islands and the sexual pleasures of dominance and submission.

As their whirlwind romance progresses, past mistakes rise up to threaten their future. Only when they rely on each other for safe haven do they find the answer to their dreams.

~~~ Excerpt ~~~

With deft fingers, he lowered her zipper. The faint zlip was the only sound to accompany the tick-tock of the clock on the sideboard credenza.

Straps fell over her shoulders followed by her dress falling to the ground. The scratch over her belly awoke something inside her. She turned so she could see his eyes, more gray when before they’d been blue-green.

Freed from the armor of her dress, everything about him seemed larger than she recalled. His height was greater, his shoulders broader. The pronounced angles in his face drew more elegant lines than she’d appreciated earlier. Even that gentlemanly vibe he threw off was grander.

On the drive home, she had tried to talk herself out of going any further with him.

She’d listed what little she knew about Derek Wright: kind but direct, confident but with unsettled eyes, normal yet breathed the rarefied air of a privileged world.

In the car, she came down to one reason to be here with him, right now, like this, with her dress puddled at her feet. She wanted to be.

His hands reached around her ribcage. His eyes never left her face as he unsnapped her bra with one hand.

“Wow.” She hadn’t meant to say it aloud. But his bra removal skill, and resulting smirk from her remark, said he probably could do many other things with those hands. She was going to find out. Her bra made a soft slap as it hit the ground.

When his gaze locked on the sight of her bare breasts, a deluge of feminine power solidified her earlier decision.

He would honestly appreciate her. Respect wasn’t anything she’d thought of before, not really. What a mistake, because now as she stood before a man who honored her thoughts and feelings, respect was all she could think of.

“Wow, indeed.” He reseated her on the table. He leaned his hands on either side of her legs and gazed down at her intently for one, endless minute.

“You like?” she asked.

He grasped her ass and yanked her to the edge so her crotch connected with his. “I like.”

So did she, because now she knew his size. Cindy would have been impressed.

His hands cradled her face. As his fingers massaged the back of her skull, his eyes roamed over every inch of her heated cheeks.

“Do you like surprises?” he asked. “Cameras notwithstanding.”

“Love them.”

“Good. This one time I’m going to tell you what I’m going to do. Next time, I won’t.”

There was going to be a next time? “Okay.”

“First, I’m going to kiss you so hard you’ll lose your ability to stand. You’ll be short of breath. Your world will become my mouth.”

Good start.

“Then I’m going to rip that thong off you. I’ll send something tomorrow to replace it. But only so I can rip it off again because I know one thing, Samantha Rose.”

“What?” she breathed.

“Once I’m inside you, I’m going to want to be there all the time. Deep inside.” On his last words, he ground his pelvis against her now soaked panties.

Yes, please.

His mouth came down on hers. He did rude things with his lips and tongue. True to his word, she was breathless by the time he stopped.

His fingers wound their way through her hair and pulled her head back gently but with intention. The fingers of his other hand slipped into her thong and he yanked–hard. A thrill ran through her whole body at a telltale ripping sound—until the tear stopped. Stupid lycra material. She wanted the fabric to be shredded so he could ravage her like he’d promised.

He chuckled slightly. “Best laid plans . . .”

She choked back a return laugh when he whisked her panties down her legs in a nanosecond. Being stripped of her dress and exposed to him fully, touched a vulnerable place inside her, as if her earlier courage lay in a heap at her feet along with her dress.

“Hey, no fair. I’m naked and you’re not.”

He fisted her hair a little tighter. “We’ll get there.”

“When?” The lights were bright in the kitchen.

“You would be fun to tie up.”

Her mind’s eye wrapped her in a series of rope patterns. She could almost feel the itch. She licked her lips. “Okay.”

His eyes narrowed a bit. “Into bondage, are we?”

“Maybe.” She’d be into anything this man was into because her insides were ready to explode.

“Too bad we don’t have some of that parachute silk here. I could wrap them around these . . .” He regarded one leg. “. . . incredibly luscious legs and keep them still. Though I’d rather like seeing you come undone.” The vision of all the positions he could put them into tumbled into her mind. Yes, please.

He brought his lips and hot breath close to her ear. “And once I have you bound and helpless, how should I take you? Missionary? From behind? Against the wall?” He pulled back to face her. “Or all ways?”

She inched her legs further apart, and nodded.

~~~~~

Derek dropped his hold on her hair and stepped backward. This woman was too good to be true.

Was she fishing for his sexual proclivities? Nothing about her spoke of seeking gossip or blackmail material, and she appeared quite sensitive to that possibility for herself. He dismissed his suspicions.

Was he being careless? Probably. He didn’t care. His cock overruled any over-thinking on that front. He had to be inside this woman. Now.

He supposed he should have stopped to further assess her scene play experience, but where would she have encountered kink? In some kid’s shared apartment with play toy handcuffs and a tickler?

That conversation would come later—and there would be a later. He was certain of that fact given the saucy curiosity he read on her face.

Her inexperience demanding to be overturned intrigued him. She’d called him a gentleman. He was. When shown a door, he’d been taught to open it.

For him, she was a place he hadn’t yet visited or a fantastic book he hadn’t yet read. So much to discover, and not only because she was uncharted territory for him. He got to be new to her.

He unbuckled his belt. After zipping it through the loops, he doubled it in his hand and waited. He assessed her breathing, where her eyes landed, what she did with her hands—all signs of whether she was turned on or scared.

The hungry look in her eyes and her pink tongue reaching out to touch her lip strengthened his resolve to keep going. He wasn’t yet sure if she fueled his dominance on purpose or by accident.

He laid the belt next to her. She didn’t flinch when the leather touched her thigh.

After peeling off his jacket and casually draping it over one of the chairs, he rolled up his shirtsleeves. He stopped her hands from reaching out to touch him.

“No helping, ballerina. Hands back by your sides. Palms on the table.” He purposefully increased the volume of his voice for effect. Her delicious pout made his mouth water. Such beautiful lips.

“You’re going to help me in other ways. In fact . . .” He lowered his zipper. “. . . in many, other ways.”

~~~~~

Lucky is now available for pre-order (discounted). Release date: June 15, 2017!

~~~~~

Elizabeth SaFleur writes contemporary erotic romance and she’s not afraid to get graphic about it  — “it” being the sex, the BDSM or Washington, DC society, which she regularly features in her series, the Elite Doms of Washington. Join her Sexy, Saucy, Sometimes Naughty exclusive reader’s group or follow her on Bookbub and Amazon.

 

Tie me up, I’ve been bad : Guest post by Isabelle Drake

27 Feb

By Isabelle Drake

No doubt about it, Fifty Shades has brought BDSM, at least an awareness of it, into mainstream culture. As an erotic romance author, I’ve been getting a lot of questions and been talking about all kinds of lifestyles and sexual practices with people who only a couple years ago had no these idea unusual practices aren’t so unusual after all. Bondage is one of those more-common-than-many-people-thought practices. What isn’t getting discussed, not all bondage is the same.

2015-02-15 17.50.24The bondage depicted most often in Western movies and books is different from another type, Kinbaku. Kinbaku is a distinct style from Japan. This type of bondage uses several pieces of thin rope to bind the bottom (submissive partner) into aesthetically pleasing positions. The binds are often simple to perform, even though they appear intricate.

Some of the patterns are intentionally uncomfortable, some of these uncomfortable patterns allow for movement between two uncomfortable positions. The discomfort is believed to increase tension and heighten the psychological impact. The sensual journey of the bottom, as the patterns are applied, is considered important. The final result, the beauty of the pattern, is also highly valued.

In recent years, the intricate beauty of Kinbaku has begun influencing Western BDSM culture, resulting in a fusion style. Fusion aims to weave some of the aesthetics of Japanese bondage while permitting more creativity, such as what can be accomplished with different rope lengths and colors. Also, there is less emphasis on the journey the bottom experiences while being bound.

If you’re curious, I suggest watching the Japanese film Passions of a Private Secretary (2008). The plot is pretty so-so, the production quality is a bit on the budget side, and some viewers will not want to watch due to forced sex. (Will it help if I let you know she eventually comes to enjoy it?) Anyway, the film will offer you the opportunity to see several Kinbaku patterns.

Another source is the site Kinbaku Luxuria. Gorgeous photography, lovely videos, and links to other resources. *Do not open this page at work. http://kinbakuluxuria.com/dir/

~~~~~~~~~

My story Dare Me features a Kinbaku scene. Because I love to combine fetish themes, the story also includes light Western bondage and voyeurism.

dareme_800Here’s a bit about Dare Me:

A hotel bed, two pairs of handcuffs, coils of rope and a body builder with a naughty plan—can Kitty Maar handle it all?

Kitty Maar’s secret identity as Kelly M—the ultra-adventurous sexploitation blogger—is the result of Kitty’s overactive imagination.

Her outrageous tales of hooking up with the hottest guys in DC, attending parties at the most exclusive addresses, and joining in on spontaneous ménages at political fundraisers are the talk of Washington. So when she makes plans with Damian Markos, he’s expecting a true sexual wildcat.

Damian’s secret plan is to surprise Kitty with an evening so intense it will test even her sexual boundaries. It isn’t easy coming up with something the city’s most notorious man-hunter might not have already done, but he has connections that run deep in DC’s inner circles.

Damian is determined to show Kitty that he’s the only man she needs to satisfy her every need. Kitty is crazy about Damian, but will she be able to accept the sexual challenge he has planned for her?

~~~~~~~~~

Dare Me is the second story in my Invitation series, a collection of stories set in Washington, D.C.

Here’s a description of the Invitations series:

In Washington, D.C. USA, a city of glittering lights and all-night parties filled with beautiful socialites and powerful politicians, women can to go after what—and who—they want.

Waiting for invitations can get in the way, but smart, savvy women create their own opportunities for hot times and hook-ups.

Sometimes a woman who breaks the rules to go after what she wants can get in over her head, but if she’s with the right man, the more rules broken, the better it gets.

~~~~~~~~~

Links to buy Dare Me and the other Invitations stories:

Totally Bound:

https://www.totallybound.com/series/invitations

Amazon:

http://www.amazon.com/Dare-Me-Invitations-Book-2-ebook/dp/B00BL3E22C/ref=pd_sim_kstore_1?ie=UTF8&refRID=0C7FB6EN59D6E69H6B6E

ARE: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/storeSearch.html?searchBy=series&qString=Invitations

~~~~~~~~~


10885100_1032974743383444_6273975166504090960_nSocial Media for Isabelle Drake:

Web: http://www.isabelledrake.com

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Isabelle-Drake/e/B002TD2YPK

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Isabelle-Drake/262135373800722

Instagram: http://instagram.com/isabelledrake/

Twitter: https://twitter.com/isabelledrake

Seize Him! Considering the Man in Chains

26 Oct
Behold! Hell is leashed.

Behold! Hell is leashed.

By Alexa Day

Last week, I got myself all fluttery inside talking about the abduction fantasy and the $65,000 Jaguar F coupe. Truthfully, I’m still a little fluttery over all that. In the course of our discussion in the comments, my colleague Elizabeth Shore suggested that I should address the equally tingly issue of men attached by chain to showerheads, beds, and/or other fixtures and heavy pieces of furniture.

Of course, I’m happy to pursue the pressing topics of the day for your enjoyment.

I mentioned last week that I found the imagery of various hot shirtless men in bondage stimulating. I personally prefer looking at hot shirtless men with chains or handcuffs, but in a pinch, rope will also work nicely. The reasons for this are just a little complicated, now that I stop to think about them.

The man in chains is in chains for a reason. My favorite reason is that he might be dangerous. Russell Crowe’s Maximus in Gladiator is my favorite example. When Connie Nielsen’s Lucilla goes to visit him in a suitably dark place, he’s chained to the wall, but not totally immobilized. (A wealthy Roman lady could pay for a gladiator’s sexual favors, you know. So you’d want him to be able to move a little, but not enough to hurt you nonconsensually.) In their scene together, Maximus gets Lucilla’s attention by advancing toward her until the chain goes taut. Restraint has only altered his authority. There’s still plenty of Maximus to reckon with, but a big part of the thrill comes from proximity to someone dangerous enough to warrant restraints.

Just how good is it to be queen? Click and see.

Just how good is it to be queen? Click and see.

The man in chains was restrained as a courtesy, probably by other men. For most women, the actual task of putting a man in chains without his consent is outside the realm of practical possibilities, although it is certainly interesting to think about winning that particular wrestling match. (I’m hoping to hear from an exceptional woman in today’s comments section.) If I arrived somewhere, like a hotel room, and found a man secured to the bed with handcuffs, I would know that I had authority over not only the fellow in bed but over whoever left that person there for me in lieu of a mint on the pillow. That’s one hell of a concierge service! (Emma Holly wrote one of my favorite stories in this vein, “Queen of All She Surveys,” in Beyond the Dark. The heroine maintains a harem of men to satisfy her sexual appetites.)

The man in chains is there because he chose the chains. The man who chooses to

Tell me you don't want a little of that. Click for a lot of it.

Tell me you don’t want a little of that. Click for a lot of it.

surrender to us has given us an amazing gift — trust that is not necessarily backed by his physical strength. If he’s restrained, he’s subject to our whims — whatever they are, for as long as we want. He has to trust that we care enough for his safety to free him if necessary because he won’t be able to free himself. The experience is powerful and rare, and erotic romance hasn’t devoted enough attention to it in the context of female domination, frankly. (For FemDom done beautifully, I will always refer you to Joey W. Hill’s work, especially Natural Law.)

So much of bondage’s allure emerges from symbolism. I think that’s why male bondage imagery works so well; it’s a visual representation of our planet’s most dangerous lifeform, rendered helpless. The darker charge behind male bondage fantasy comes from the behavior of the man in chains. Is he a prisoner? Is he a very special gift? Are we his saviors, his jailers, or a little of both? In our fantasies, it’s entirely up to us.

Follow Lady Smut. We’ll keep you all tied up in knots … in the nicest possible way.

%d bloggers like this: