What's Your Fetish?
Bondage, Boots, Leather, Rubber, Uniforms
About Me
I CAN ESCAPE ANYTHING!!
Houdini? Maybe not, but hey, I'll do my damnedest! A touch of arrogance always helps spice up a tie-up challenge, no?
Life is always busy but I do try to make "quality tie-up time" with bondage tops who reckon they've got the skills, know-how and ingenuity to stop this wannabe Houdini wriggling to freedom. Age/looks unimportant in a captor; fiendishness is key.
Because if I can escape, believe me, I WILL...!
I've been attracted to kidnap and moderately long-term enclosure type bondage scenarios for as long as I can remember - especially when combined with heavy bike leathers, thick industrial rubber or layers of sweaty, shiny oilskin/raingear.
To me, there's nothing in this world as sexy as the look of crisp white rope on shiny black, the ominous sound of duct tape ripping from a roll, a suddenly cinched snugness around my wrists making me wonder, "uh-oh, CAN I get out of this?"
I'm happiest when efficiently bound, gagged, hooded, zipped, wrapped and strapped up in a straitjacket, sleepsack, bodybag or trussed up like the proverbial turkey in plenty of good old-fashioned rope/tape, and challenged to escape. I'm a born struggler and will always, ALWAYS, do my best to wriggle free - if you've left a loophole, I'll eventually find it - but, perversely, am a little disappointed if I succeed. I love being tied up and taunted ("now get out of THAT!") or just left to sweat, simmer and curse.
It ain't bondage, as they say, until you want out. I'm a frustration addict: efficiently frustrate my escape, and I'll love you for it - even as I fidget, wrestle, mutter and growl at you through my gag...
I have a distinct exhibitionistic streak, and like looking at hot photos of myself all tied up in gear - hence the stupidly vast array of uniforms and outfits. I've also been finding that I get off on a slight edge of humiliation. Not Master/slave "you pathetic worm" type roleplay, but being mocked for failing an escapology challenge, then having no choice but to accept additional punishments or forfeits - or just being left to endure an uncomfortable situation because I haven't managed to get out of it on my own.
That's the ideal, anyway. As is usually the case, Real Life necessitates a degree of compromise. I'm 16 years into a long-term relationship with a partner who isn't particularly into the whole fetish/bondage thing but is happy to indulge me - up to a point. That doesn't mean I'll NEVER be up for a good session, but I have to be considerate of his feelings. I don't "play away" often, and when I do it's generally with people I've taken time to get to know and trust. That generally means I can't do "tonight" or even "this week" meets, but require some advance planning. Which isn't too bad, really: I find that anticipation makes the scene hotter when it does happen.
I'm emphatically not looking for a partner/boyfriend, and there are always going to be conditions around any bondage play (no "sex" - in the sense of sucking/fucking - being one; no overnights another).
Afraid I can't accommodate, sorry.
The above isn't intended as discouragement. On the contrary, I've been lucky enough to meet some wonderfully creative captors online (to whom I owe the photos on my profile), and I'm keen to meet many more. Come on, step up to the plate, guys! Put me in my place! Make me SQUIRM!!
