Flowers For Your Bondage Playtoys
It is held in certain bondage circles that while casual bondage play may or may not be sexual, at the whims and desires of the players, it probably shouldn’t be romantic. The notion being that power exchange is complicated enough to enjoy safely, without overlaying a layer of romantic anticipation, worries about accidentally falling in love, or getting distracted by throbbing waves of NRE (new relationship energy).
This may be a perfectly respectable perspective, especially among experienced male dominants who want to play widely without risk of disturbing their settled domestic arrangements. Call it a BDSM ideology of sexual convenience. The only fly in this hopeful ointment is that people — you know, actual people with hormones and emotions? — often don’t work that way.
It’s probably true that you shouldn’t show up with flowers for your first bondage play date with somebody you met yesterday on your fuck app. Moving too fast emotionally can, in the context of casual sex or kinky hookups, be a strong signal that you are dangerous, creepy, or lack a rational set of boundaries. Everything has a natural pacing, and if you demonstrate that you don’t “get it” you’re signaling that you might be equally unclear on other social conventions and obligations. That’s not sexy to somebody who’s trying to decide if you’re a safe person to be handcuffed by.
But bondage play, if you’re doing it right, is at least adjacent to arousal. And physical lust — to say nothing of bondage sex — is notorious for triggering notions of romance and attachment. It is, at least, a next-door neighbor of budding new love.
If that’s not what you want, it’s lazy to demand that people who play with you should just somehow squelch the normal progress of their natural human emotions. If you want play without sex, or play with sex but without risk of attraction or whiff of romance, it’s on you to maintain those artificial boundaries through tactful communication and (as needed) negotiation.
But that prosaic observation is not why I’ve called us together here today. No, this post is to honor those intrepid souls who, naturally enough, have allowed romance to permeate their bondage relationships. How better to show it than with flowers?
Sometimes this means a soft scatter of rose petals on the plush altar of bondage sacrifice. Sometimes it takes crueler form. If you’re using one of your playtoy’s tender holes as a vase, did you at least strip the thorns from the stems first?
Image credits, top to bottom: Tied hair-biting woman amidst flowers and petals is by Saeki Hokuto. Rope-harnessed angel surrounded by flowers is by Nekozawa Yukari. Pierced and suspended beauty with flower stems up her ass and in her cunt is by Tanaka Ginji. Blushing playmate on petal-strewn bed with a belt around her wrists is by Maronee San. Ankle-chained houri waiting on a bed of roses is by Beatrice. Tightly-bound office lady with a whole bouquet of flowers in her pussy is by Ishii Takamori.
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