I love being bound. It makes me feel safe.
I love the feeling of ropes across my body. It makes me feel calm.
I love the feeling of being hopeless. It gives me freedom.

I interviewed an artist and one of the old school kings of predicament bondage and it set my mind to dreaming. What will happen when I finally find inescapable bonds placed on me with no choice but to give into the feeling?

I identify as damsel, because I want to be put in distress. I want to find myself unable to escape what will happen to me.

I dream of not being able to move.
I dream of having so many points of attachment that I have no choice.

I dream of a rope top taking me to flight.
I dream of being made to be vulnerable to fear.

I dream of begging for release.
I dream of being tested and taunted and teased.

I remember the time in Amanda Wildefyre’s dungeon where every time they said “more bondage please,” my mind danced with joy.

I want to feel that freedom again… the kind that can only be achieved by total helplessness.

I present myself as damsel to you.