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The formative sexual experience of my life was when I was 10 and the 13-year-old girl who lived next door tied me to the lounge chair in her backyard. I sat still while she did it. I wanted her to. And then it took me so long to get free. She pretended she had left, but I caught a glimpse of her watching from her upstairs bedroom as I struggled to get free. We were a great match. Maybe if she hadn't moved away a few short months later, we'd still be together and I wouldn't be here.
But ever since I've had an inescapable attraction to bondage. To me, that is what makes submission real and thus genuinely thrilling. If you are torturing me - with ice, or pinching fingers, or something more cruel - I don't want to be able to brush your hands away if the sensations become too intense. I want to be forced to endure it until you've decided it's enough, not me. If you are getting me close to orgasm and then denying me, again and again, until I'm literally begging you to bring me the relief of climax, I don't want to be able to finish things myself. I crave being totally at your mercy, being unable to experience anything except what you want me to feel.
I don't want a safe word. Or, if you give me one, I want it followed by you shoving your panties in my mouth as a gag so I couldn't even utter it if I wanted to. To me, the most thrilling thing in the world is to give up all control to a strong, intelligent, passionate woman and have her use me in whatever ways satisfy her most. And I want to be in bondage so that once I've given up that control, I can't stop her from using me until she's finished.
I'm also an easy-going, successful professional - though I'm not sure how important that is here...
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