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You might be into BDSM. If this gets your blood pumping…

 

If you’ve thought about doing this for your man…

Or this…

And, what better way to figure that out than to read about it. This Blog Hop is the perfect place to start. There’s prizes and give aways. So don’t forget to check all the other sites hosting this deliciously dirty event. For mine? All you have to do is leave me a comment and at the end of the Hop I’ll be picking one commentor to win a copy of my debut novel Reclaimed Surrender. It’s that easy and best part? It doesn’t matter what part of the world you hail from. But first, I want to share my thoughts about one aspect of  BDSM that really gets me thinking.
BONDAGE
My Motto?

 A LITTLE BDSM BONDAGE IS GOOD FOR THE SOUL

‘It is always by way of pain one arrives at pleasure.’ Marquis de Sade

I believe this to be true, but I don’t believe the main attraction is the pain or bondage. Those things are the catalyst that will propel the individual to their ultimate pleasure which I’d define as knowing someone has complete control over you, deciding what you’ll do, hear, touch, taste, smell and feel. It’s this kind of catharsis that brings the coveted euphoria.

Meh, don’t worry. I’m not going to go all Freud on the topic, I just think it’s interesting that some people literally have to be tied up to be truly free. Anyway, *shakes self* where was I? Oh yeah…

I want to talk about bondage as it’s a simple and tangible action that draws out a very emotional or intrinsic response. By being restrained, held captive and corralled an individual’s choice and reason is removed from the equation. Intellect is powerless to war against long repressed desires. Quite simply, the individual is free from the *self* that has held them back.

This aspect of BDSM is what I love to explore with my characters. Bondage that actually opens the mental prison cell of an individual, freeing this person, which ironically leads them to the most poignant sexual epiphany they’ll ever experience if it’s done right. It’s the how to do it right that I focus on because there is a lot that can go wrong if you’re not paying attention. Communication is the key. Honest communication no matter how embarrassing.

This is why I say bondage is good for the soul. It allows you to bare that soul to your captor/dominant/lover and when that trusted person embraces this most precious part of you there’s no feeling more empowering in the world.
What are your thoughts on bondage? Why would someone want to be tied? Or why does someone want to tie up another person? Have you done it? If so did you like it? If not, why not? I’ll spill in comments if you do. >:)
Riley

Here is an excerpt from my soon-to-be-released book, Reluctant Surrender. My hero Ethan has talked my heroine, Colin, into doing BDSM tapas. (small bites of various scenes of power exchange) In this one they’re playing Abductor/abductee.

He came directly to the table, dropping what she thought were metal keys on it. She feared the klunk had deafened her until she heard him ask, “Are you going to come out so I can have a look at you?” He collapsed to his haunches, elbows resting on his knees. “Or do I have to reach under there and pull you out?”

His hair was different, messy, and he’d changed his top. Gone was the pristine white dress shirt of a few minutes ago and in its place was a black, totally-molded-to-him T. He looked the part of a super-sexy bouncer, which wasn’t so intimidating. Why, if he weren’t scowling, she’d be creaming her jeans right now.

“Come on, we don’t have all night. The buyers will be here in less than two hours and I need to see what I’ve got to sell them.”

She was crawling toward him when his words made her pause. “Buyers?”

He lunged for her but she skittered away, going for a side exit. “I’m not for sale.”

“I think you are.”

Getting out from under the table she shot up and spun around. He was standing now too and damn him, he looked much taller but she wasn’t going to be intimidated. “I’ve got money. I can pay you better than whatever those buyers will.”

“Oh, yeah, I know how much Little Ms. Rich Bitch has in the bank. It’s not your money I want.”

Hmm. Her shoulders slumped as she held back a sigh. She was kind of disappointed they’d arrived here so fast. “So, you’ll let me go if I sleep with you?”

“Sleep with you? What I’m going to do to you doesn’t involve any sleeping and no I’m not going to let you go.”

“No?” This was a surprise twist.

“No. As of right now I own you. Every square inch of you is mine to use, abuse and sell. It’s up to you which one of those three things you don’t want to happen to you tonight. Because after everything your family has put me through, I can assure you, two of those three things I’ve definitely made time in the schedule for.”

She swallowed and her chin came up. “Which two?”

His voice went silky. “Guess.”

The room all of a sudden felt small and the tiny bed looked big and the pillar with those hooks—she tried to contain her mounting panic—scared the ever-loving crap out of her. “You’re just trying to frighten me. What could you possibly hope to gain other than money or sex from me?”

The relief she experienced when he smiled was short-lived as he said, “There it is. That snobby attitude that apparently runs through your family. Do you really think you can equate your screwed-up values with what you perceive my needs to be?” He sat down on the table and crossed his arms over his chest. “If I were you I’d start worrying because I can get laid anytime I want to and as far as money is concerned? I have enough to keep me comfortable for two consecutive lifetimes.”

“Revenge? It’s revenge isn’t it?” Knowing she couldn’t barter or beg her way out of this left one option open to her. She needed to cut and run. This might be a possibility if she could keep him talking long enough to plan a route to the door.

“Revenge is the small scale, I should think.”

She counted the strides she’d need to make, half-listening. “Really?”

“Yes, because if I only wanted revenge I would have tanked your family’s company and bankrupted them.”

Those words got her attention. “Wait, if you have the power to do all that, why are we here?”

“Because that would have been too easy on them.”

Too easy? “And what do you determine as being more difficult?”

“Their precious, spoiled princess, humbled. Either by me or some other man, until she forgets them and cares about nothing else in life. Sees nothing else but her Master while she presents to him naked on her knees every day from this day forward.”

“Master, huh? I get it.” Now she was covertly mapping out her escape route. “You have a God complex.”

“And you have a death wish.”

Her eyes flickered toward that solitary exit. She bit her lip, gauging what she needed to do to get there.

“Go ahead,” he whispered.

His quiet tone unnerved her. “What?”

“Let’s see if you can make it to the door.”

He was staring at her in such a way that she thought it best not to respond.

“Go on. If you do make it you’re free to go. I swear.”

He swore all right, he also dropped his arms as if he were preparing to launch himself off the table to go after her at a moment’s notice.

“And if I don’t make it?” she had to ask.

“Let’s just say you’ll never forget what I do to you tonight.”