HOW BEING TIED UP, RELEASED ME
The novel Fifty Shades of Grey introduced BDSM to the suburbs. Married, vanilla, PTA moms could not get enough of this kinky fantasy series and, at one point during the height of its popularity, rope sales spiked at hardware stores. You might not ever visit a sex dungeon, but there’s a good chance, at some point, your wrists have been tied to a bedpost…albeit lightly.
In this episode, I chat with my good friend Mari, a very successful voice over artist, actress, teacher and one very tough gal. After a particular asshole broke her heart, she met a guy who slowly-yet-firmly led her into the world of BDSM.
Her first surprise was how willing she was to follow him.
Her second surprise was how much she enjoyed it.
When it felt too rough I would fight back, but he would bury his fingers in my hair and pull just hard enough to let me know he was in charge.
I found myself letting go. Giving in. Because, oddly enough, I felt safe.
He would lean in and whisper a command in my ear. And when I responded to his liking, I would hear, “Good girl.”
What the hell. I’ve tried everything else and it hasn’t worked. So why not this?
I feel like Dorothy stepping out of the black and white house into the technicolor of Oz…only in reverse and the munchkins are naked.
He kisses me and tells me to undress. As I do, something is put over my head.
In the darkness, I feel free.
I lie there open and exposed but feel strong and sexy.
I get up and I walk naked through the dungeon to the dressing room. I feel like a supermodel.
There is ultimate trust. He was not going to hurt me.
It’s about your pleasure and also being taken care of.
It kind of broke open my idea of what love and a relationship could potentially be.
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