Bondage of the Moment

I like my bondage not “neat”. I mean, not the brutal whippings or the sticking of needles in places (interesting, not exactly a turn-on for me at all), but I like when it is a bit rough. The feel of stone blocks underneath your hand, being tied down quickly not neatly, or even just the intensity of the emotion while doing it.

When I started Mummy’s Girl, I didn’t really think I was into bondage. Back in the days when I thought I was extreme for what I consider vanilla today. Things like anal sex gasp or swallowing when someone comes in my mouth. These truly deviant things have blurred into normalcy for me over the years. And bondage filled in that gap.

There were times when Fluffy and I would enjoy in a bit of “light bondage”. It consisted of some dog collars (I can’t really describe how much a collar turns me on) and some truck tie-downs strapped to the bed. That wonderful sound of the ratchet as they pull tight, the webbing against my naked skin. It always brought a smile to my eyes.