Believe it or not, I’m a really shy person.

I don’t go out of my way to court public attention, in fact I usually try to avoid it… all that being said, there’s just something about being tied to a pole in a room full of spectators that’s so incredibly alluring.

So here I am. It was for a rope theory class where the instructor went over all the different forms of bondage (Western Bondage, Bedroom Bondage, Shibari/Suspension) and the history of them.

“Western Bondage,” he said, “is usually more damsel in distress focused.”

I’m a modern day woman with pride in my self sufficiency, but there is a primal part of me that enjoys the fantasy of being rescued by a big strong man. I can’t help it, it’s so god damn seductive.

So for this class I was a demo model and since they tied my eyes (a makeshift blindfold essentially) I was able to shut every(thing)one out and drift off into fantasy… like what if my rescuer is someone who works in construction or other manual labor, so when he’s undoing the rope, his rough hands cause goosebumps to erupt all over my skin?

What if there’s a bomb about to go off in 180 seconds—no time to untie me—so he has to cut me from the pole and carry me, carry me in his arms as he runs to safety.

What if I were wearing a white dress instead of a black one and after rescuing me, he unties me and removes the blindfold and I like his face, and his voice, and his fingers, and he smells nice, so I ask him to take me right there in the dirt, across from the devastation he rescued me from…

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