Recon News Article- Author: Me
If I’m being honest I’ve been putting this article off for a while, In fear that I may not be capable of properly conveying how deep and true my love for bondage really is. Heavy bondage is my passion; I simply can’t get enough of it. I tend to describe it as an insatiable thirst of mine, one in which I am on a perpetual journey to quench. I’ve always been geared this way, and as I grow older the severity of the bondage/ kink play I enjoy only seems to expand. I adore exploring all things kink, however bondage in particular has always dominated my sphere of interest. Pun intended.
Overkill is where I like to set the standard. I’ve always been the kind of person to see how far I can push myself, test my limits. With bondage, it’s no different. Exploring and experimenting, trying to find the hardest, most inescapable, secure, and helpless scenarios humanly possible. You can easily be rendered helpless with a few simple implements, even a single pair of handcuffs behind the back would trap most people. For some reason though, that’s never been enough for me. I absolutely crave true, unrelenting helplessness. No chance of escape whatsoever, even with all the time in the world and the keys in your hand. I want to be so stuck, so hopelessly screwed that without the assistance of others I would remain in bondage forever. A fantasy I think about quite often actually.
I could rattle off a million scenes/ fantasies that I’d like to do, or do again . I could probably write a book or 3, actually. Most of them revolving around the idea of me entering a life sentence in some sort of “heavy bondage prison”, with no chance of parole. Good behavior be damned. If it weren’t for the other necessities in life: family, friends, work, school, etc. I would seriously scour to find the closest possible way to make those fantasies a reality. Unfortunately, fantasies often aren’t feasible in real life. Yet, if I could spend the majority, or at least a substantial portion of each day in bondage I would. With enough time to maintain healthy/ strong relationships, work, train and keep up with other hobbies and interests. Bondage is what keeps me centered, it’s where I feel most at home.
Bondage can be a uniquely sexual experience for some people, but it can also be far more than that. There’s no denying my love for various forms of sexual play while chained up and gagged, but often times there’s no sexual contact whatsoever. I can’t even count the amount of times I’ve been heavily restrained and left to stew in bondage bliss for a few hours. Or better yet, overnight, in a sleep-sack, hooded, gagged, and anchored to the floor in a solitary jail cell. For myself and many others bondage can be extremely therapeutic. With the right combination of leather and steel restraints, a hefty gag and secure blindold, I will float away into sub-space land before the last padlock is clicked shut. It’s the best high I’ve ever come to know and love, and I’m truly addicted. I couldn’t live without it. It’s as much a part of me as oxygen is to a fire. It’s the fuel that brings life into my veins.
Never in my life did I think I’d be where I am now. Although I’ve been this way for as long as I can remember, a year or so ago I could hardly utter the word bondage out loud. Today, I’m typing an article for my new friends over at Recon as I wear my new chastity cage from my other friends over at Steelwerks. I’m absolutely honored and humbled to have had all the opportunities that I’ve had these past few years. It’s been a rollercoaster to say the absolute least. I don’t even feel worthy. I’m surrounded by people that I’ve revered as idols my entire life and I don’t think I’ll ever get used to that. I have an impossible time not being star-struck every time we get together. Growing up I followed those whom reflected my not so standard interests, such as the Serious Bondage sites, House of Gord. Pro-doms like Elise Graves and Troy Orleans. They were celebrities in the heavy bondage world. They still are and always will be. I viewed them in the same light a basketball fan would see Lebron James. I’ve been fortunate to have met a few of them now, and to my great surprise even work with a few as well.
Despite the heavier forms of bondage being my preference, I love many other forms as well. Shibari (rope bondage) being another strong interest of mine, one I partake in fairly often. Also something that ended up being somewhat of a segway into my “coming out” completely with my involvement in the bondage community. I simply couldn’t continue to suppress such a substantial part of my life, and I’m so glad that I didn’t. I’m no longer ashamed, nor should I ever have been. Although shy at heart, I’m more genuinely happy and confident than I’ve ever been since I made that decision last year. Never did I think bondage could make me feel so free. This is me. My authentic, unapologetic, kinky self. I’m a heavy bondage freak and I always will be. Looking forward, I have no idea where this bondage world will take me. I just hope it holds me tight, and never lets me go.