 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.
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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,
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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.
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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.
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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.)
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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.......
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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!)
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| 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.)
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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?
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| 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.
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| 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! |
| 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.
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Kisses Master Chris' slave shevette
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