I've had the privilege of being tied down and tickled a number of times in my life. More than 5, less than 20. The vast majority of those were spread eagle, simply because its the easiest means of bondage without spending a huge amount of money.
Now, much like certain other activities, one thing I can say about tickling is that even when its "bad", its good. I'm certainly not going to lament my misfortune or complain about having one of my all-time bucket list things fulfilled multiple times.
However. . . That doesn't mean I won't hope for better in the future.
The problem with being tied spread eagle is that there's just too much wiggle room. Or at least there has been each time I've been tied that way. I'm sure there are those who will argue that they do it the "right way", but I don't know if I buy that.
There are those people out there, on both ends of the feather, who enjoy the struggle, the thrashing, the desperate attempts to escape.
I'm just not one of those people.
When I'm tied up, I want to be Tied. Up. I want to be held fast in as close to a single (comfortable) position as possible, with the least amount of movement that can be safely accomplished.
I want to WANT to move, but to not be able to. I want to know deep down that I am summarily and totally screwed - The tickler, whomever they may be, can do whatever they wish and I have no choice but to endure. If I can.
This is the one place where I lean more towards the traditional definition of "fantasy" (kudos if you read the blog on that one and know what I'm talking about here) - There are times where I imagine bondage so complete, so all emcompassing, that I am not even able to wiggle a finger or clench my hands. At times, my vision is forced to look in a certain direction thanks to some sort of head support.
The kind of bondage where, if I developed an itch, would totally suck, but outside of that would be amazing.
I haven't come anywhere close to this type of bondage in real life (who has?), but that doesn't mean you can't have good bondage in an everyday setting.
The best bondage I was ever in was tied sitting up in a glorified office chair. I was sitting in the middle of the room, in between two large wooden beams that went from floor to ceiling. Each arm was tied to those beams, and while I could pull my arms closed a slight amount, it was far less than when tied to a bed.
There was a coffee table pushed right up against the front of the chair, which is what my legs were tied to. At first my ankles were just tied (first together and then down to the table), but upon a failed hint and then an outright request, I had a tie over my thighs as well.
The coup de gras for this was that my tickler (my boyfriend at the time) used a shoelace to tie my big toes together. Toe-ties will undoubtedly be another column entirely, but that was one of the single best experiences of my tickling life, just looking down at the laces around my big toes, holding them together. It didn't do a whole lot to immobilize my feet, but at that point it didn't have to. It was the first time someone else had done that to me, and it was delicious.
I know what you're thinking, and yes, that implies I've experimented with self-bondage in my life. Yet again, another blog post.
Now, much like certain other activities, one thing I can say about tickling is that even when its "bad", its good. I'm certainly not going to lament my misfortune or complain about having one of my all-time bucket list things fulfilled multiple times.
However. . . That doesn't mean I won't hope for better in the future.
The problem with being tied spread eagle is that there's just too much wiggle room. Or at least there has been each time I've been tied that way. I'm sure there are those who will argue that they do it the "right way", but I don't know if I buy that.
There are those people out there, on both ends of the feather, who enjoy the struggle, the thrashing, the desperate attempts to escape.
I'm just not one of those people.
When I'm tied up, I want to be Tied. Up. I want to be held fast in as close to a single (comfortable) position as possible, with the least amount of movement that can be safely accomplished.
I want to WANT to move, but to not be able to. I want to know deep down that I am summarily and totally screwed - The tickler, whomever they may be, can do whatever they wish and I have no choice but to endure. If I can.
This is the one place where I lean more towards the traditional definition of "fantasy" (kudos if you read the blog on that one and know what I'm talking about here) - There are times where I imagine bondage so complete, so all emcompassing, that I am not even able to wiggle a finger or clench my hands. At times, my vision is forced to look in a certain direction thanks to some sort of head support.
The kind of bondage where, if I developed an itch, would totally suck, but outside of that would be amazing.
I haven't come anywhere close to this type of bondage in real life (who has?), but that doesn't mean you can't have good bondage in an everyday setting.
The best bondage I was ever in was tied sitting up in a glorified office chair. I was sitting in the middle of the room, in between two large wooden beams that went from floor to ceiling. Each arm was tied to those beams, and while I could pull my arms closed a slight amount, it was far less than when tied to a bed.
There was a coffee table pushed right up against the front of the chair, which is what my legs were tied to. At first my ankles were just tied (first together and then down to the table), but upon a failed hint and then an outright request, I had a tie over my thighs as well.
The coup de gras for this was that my tickler (my boyfriend at the time) used a shoelace to tie my big toes together. Toe-ties will undoubtedly be another column entirely, but that was one of the single best experiences of my tickling life, just looking down at the laces around my big toes, holding them together. It didn't do a whole lot to immobilize my feet, but at that point it didn't have to. It was the first time someone else had done that to me, and it was delicious.
I know what you're thinking, and yes, that implies I've experimented with self-bondage in my life. Yet again, another blog post.
