This thread just has me shivering. I've been tied up...well, I won't say a lot, but more times than I can count. It's not a regular thing, more a special treat. Although after reading this thread, I can sense that I'm going to start hinting again. I've been the tie-er once, and while it was fun....it didn't give me that same rush. Guess I just have a bit of a submissive streak in me.

We don't have any special gear....scarves and bathrobe belts work just fine. We've got a mask that I think he got off a night flight over the Atlantic that has been loads of fun. Other than that, it's all the standard toys....plus creative uses of household items.

No negative experiences, really. Well....I was tied up the night we discovered that I don't do hot wax well...but that's nothing to do with the bondage, just a phobia about fires/burns. Loads of positive ones. Each time different. There was one particularly memorable threesome when I let a couple I'd been fooling around with tie me up. Definately a postitive experience . And then there's the night my guy decided to play "guess what I'm using to fuck you, and you can cum..." Usually, I win after a few guesses. But there's something in this house that's wonderfully long, thin, and with a bit of a bend in it (I think) that I just can't identify and would dearly love to have in bed again. Never did find out what it was.

Rules....not loads. I don't like pain. I don't like loads of humiliation. But I love to be restrained, teased, denied, used, toyed with, and it turns out that I beg very nicely....turns us both on when I get pushed to that point. Definately a reason why we don't use a gag. Anyway, so long as it doesn't hurt me....no real rules. We did have a safe word ages ago, but I never did use it. In a pinch, I'm sure that if I shouted out "hedge hog" or something he'd at least stop long enough to figure out what was wrong.