Don't think I don't know what you're thinking, sometimes, dear readers. It's a lonely job, being the voice of reason, y'know? I don't like it any more than some of you do! I've spent going on 25 years being a unrepentantly kinky deviant, literally since before it was cool, when most people's images of BDSM came from Judas Priest videos. That's a long time being risky and crazy. That's really my main qualification to write this, you know? That I managed to go so long being a diehard weirdo without dying, going to prison or asylum, or giving up and trying to be normal. Now, here I am, moaning on about going slow and being safe and really unsexy words like being responsible and accountable and sensible and mature. More often I know I'm conjuring images of a high school hall monitor in a sweater vest wailing alarmedly about no running or horseplay being allowed, rather than some cool, brooding dominant kinkster.
But, I do have a job to do, darnit! And that job is to try to make BDSM, D/s and power exchange topics accessible and safely practicable to everyone. I know full well that most of you are sensible, sane, mature, good natured adults who don't need my nannying and just really want to get to the good parts. But I also have to write for those people who are a little bit too enthusiastic about diving in half-cocked, as well as making it seem reasonably sane and sensible to those trepidatious folks who really aren't terribly sure about all of this, at all! So, yes, my writings tend to be a bit more prosaic and less full of yummy imagery than all those naughty stories or taboo videos that I love too, full of fantasies that never really need to be as grounded in reality, safety, or sensibility as our personal private practices do. So if it helps any of you who feel my constant caution gets excessive, I only ask you to reflect that you or someone you care about might some day be in a relationship with one of those shall we say less naturally grounded members of my potential readership. And considering this play, even when done well and properly is only separated from dangerous abuse by the sensibilities of the dominant, hopefully you'll be more grateful for my caution, then!
But every now and then, I do get to the fun parts, and this is one of those days! Today, kiddies, we get to tie up our classmates. So let's move on to the fun uses of bondage. Why do we love to tie people up and fit them into those creepy pieces of BDSM furniture that look like a nautilus machine humped an HR Geiger sculpture and had a baby? What is our purpose in this madness? And once we know that purpose, what methods are best for accomplishing our deviance?
First, obviously, maybe we just want someone to hold still so we can do whatever to them. That is what this stuff was invented for, right? Someone is struggling and won't hold still. *CLICK!* Problem solved! That, alas, is not an acceptable answer, because, y'know, that would technically be rape. Sadly, we don't live in a civilized culture where we can use restraints to force anything on a partner that they wouldn't willingly consent to. I know, it sucks, but the traditional, old fashioned use for rope and handcuffs and chains sadly isn't valid, anymore.
So, let's find another excuse to tie them up!
Maybe we want to prevent them from doing something that would be dangerous to themselves or others? Like, maybe, seeking revenge on us for something we just did to them? Or, like, escape? Alas, again, no. The fascists in charge actually call that kidnapping. And sadly, though I've tried to argue it, you can't legally self-deputize as a mental health care enforcer. So, again, nope.
Let's try, again.
Surely, then, it's useful for keeping people from backing out of a play session? I mean once they're bound consensually in place, they're not going anywhere, so we can use it to keep them from withdrawing from a play session just when we (if not them) are just starting to have some serious fun. Right?
No, no, no, you psychotic bastards, you. At any point, if you become aware of a partner's wish to be removed from bondage, even if they're gagged and bound so they can't directly communicate it, you are bound to release them!
So what good is it? It sounds like bondage play is really just cosmetic, just for show, if you can't ethically use it for all those purposes God created it for! I mean, we might as well just be using those plastic and fake fur handcuffs they sell in gag shops!
Well, not quite.
We can, ethically, use bondage to prevent anything that they consent to us preventing. I know, I know, that sounds like doubletalk. But as long as the partner is not exercising the avenues that we're obliged to allow them to demand we release them from that bondage, then we are more or less kosher.
For example, if we're doing a flogging or spanking or even caning session, we can use bondage to make them hold still and not resist. Trust me, especially with caning, they'll get nearly irresistible urges to resist. Until they express their wish for those bonds to be removed, then, they will be helpless for us.
Also, we can incentivize their consent in any way that also would be respectful of their rights. For example, we have the right to say that if they withdraw their consent from whatever bondage we've placed them in, all play is over for that session. Not coincidentally, that pretty much describes the arrangement of many people's use of a safeword. They can stop it, but then everything stops.