The Leisure of Slow Bondage
I love bondage, confinement and sensory deprivation. The tighter the bondage, the greater the feelings of restraint and there are so many variations in how it can be implemented.
When it comes to canes, whips and other means of inflicting pain and raising endorphins the mind is very focused on dealing with the immediacy of the pain and potential crisis. The pleasure comes afterwards, the sense of accomplishment from enduring and the pride in the exploration of welts and bruises. Though sadly my physiology means they don’t linger for long.
Bondage, on the other hand, is something which my mind can use to slowly descend inwards, to really let go, drift, become silent. The random movements that flex against the restraints as a reminder of restriction and an odd feeling of safety.
In a normal session there’s only a limited time available to descend in to and enjoy the peace. She can do incredible rope work that can feel wonderfully sensual as she applies it and then leaves me in silence to let her magic sink in.
Even when bondage is applied to create stress positions it’s not the immediate discomfort of CP. It will build slowly, one movement to relieve discomfort temporarily relieving stress in one limb, only to amplify it in another. Instigating a dance as the mind endures physical stresses and fights cramp.
The full joy of confinement is when I spend a whole day with her and experience a range of different restraints. Perhaps hoods, collars, straitjacket, ear plugs for time in one of the cells to simply contemplate with few distractions. This is often a good start to the day in creating the right mindset. My mind needs time to shed every outside thought and worry. Usually about 10 minutes in to cell time my mind suggests that it’s had enough and can we move on please ? Then slowly comes to terms with sinking in to the feelings of submission and enjoying that I will have no active control for a long long time.
The giggle when she silently approaches and pokes or tickles from between the cell bars as a realisation how my mind is slowing down and sinking inside itself.
There might be ironmongery and the feeling of heavy chains, all different sensations with admonitions not to move and knowing that the slightest movement will rattle the chains.
In a long session there’s plenty of time for extended rope work. Time for her to practice her more intricate application and more time for me enjoy the build up of stress with the mind trying to hold things together. What could realistically be no more than 20 to 30 minutes in a normal session might be well over an hour in the full day session. Time for a whole different set of emotions and stresses to play out.
The sense of time becomes completely distorted and often I can only get a handle on how long a particular segment lasted when I piece it together later and work backwards through the different activities with various equipment and predicaments.
Odd things happen when so mentally isolated. In a rope predicament similar to that pictured she sneaked up behind and tapped my calf muscle and in that dommely tone of enjoying being evil asked if I was getting cramp.
Well, I wasn’t cramping up and had no sensation of the precursors. That is until she tapped and asked. Perhaps it was something psychosomatic in the inward facing mind, or that I was close to the trance state familiar from hypnosis and ready to absorb her suggestion, but I started to feel that calf muscle tensing up. Although not actually cramped by the time I was released. I was limping the morning after and for several days as if it had been fully cramped. I wouldn’t have been limping without her suggestion triggering it.
A day of confinement and bondage is not one for CP activities, the mental and physical stresses are focused elsewhere. However, it’s not unusual when tied to the flogging bench for her to amuse herself with the very soft floggers. I love that flogger, it doesn’t bring me out of the deep reverie, it takes me even deeper and has me purring. The purest of sensations merging with the time flow. And one should never forget that she’s a domme and loves those little surprises.
The main activity now in one of these day long sessions is to accommodate the brainwashing as an extension to the hypnosis. Tightly confined inside saran wrap or a sleep sack, blindfolded and headphones, this can be my bondage predicament for perhaps 6 hours.
Having entered the inward mind state through earlier confinement predicaments this can be an incredible time. It’s very true that seconds can seem like hours and hours can seem like seconds. The ebb and flow of trance from the hypnosis loop being very different to just white noise. Latching on to words and sequences in one iteration and then losing track of a whole loop.
I used to try counting to get an idea of the length of the loop and counting the number of loops. That was futile. Whether or not I initially feel able to sink in to it, it’s inevitable that I will – and that’s the whole purpose, to give in to it and her mental persuasion and control. It’s always a surprise when she lifts the headphones, I know that considerable time has passed and at that point my guess could be an hour or more off.
I love these confinement days, they play on mental endurance rather than physical and with the strong hypnosis component having the time to experience the mental endurance and the feelings of submission being deepened over a longer time is a banquet for my soul.
Although different in nature, the drop in subsequent days can be as, or even more, hard as from a CP session.
Guess what I’m doing tomorrow ? 🙂 😀