Bondage

When You Completely Give Up Control, You will Find Freedom

I’ve been a bondage enthusiast since my early childhood. I was one of those girls who had more than one use for her jumprope, thanks to repeated viewings of “Wonder Woman.” Now that I’m all grown up, I still love to incorporate bondage into my playtime.

I am fortunate to have learned my ropework from some of the world’s top riggers. Although rope is my first love (and I’m still looking for a Golden Lasso!), I do not limit myself to rope alone when I decide to take control of your movement.

I have leather straps and cuffs, metal handcuffs and shackles, cages, chain and padlocks, as well as latex bands and plastic wrap. I have all of these tools, along with my limitless imagination, with which to bind you, immobilize you, and control you.

Bondage is my way of wrapping myself around you. No matter which medium I choose, via bondage I surround you with my energy; the physical manifestation of my control.

I often use bondage as preparation for other activities during the course of a scene. Once I have you all trussed up, it’s amazing how many of your defenses seem to fall away. I know you may need to be bound to take those extra cane strokes, or that for others the mere sight of my array of implements is enough to make you want to run from the room. If you lose control of yourself, my bindings are still there to hold you.

There is a special place in my heart for scenes that are focused on bondage alone. Extreme sensory deprivation requires that my submissives place an extraordinary amount of trust in me, my skills and my imagination.

I know that for some, the only route to total submission is to be sightless, voiceless and deaf to all but the sound of my voice. I know that having your body bound can allow your spirit to soar, and it is my privilege to guide you up and away.