Bondage Tape : A Kink Confession

By PrettyPowerTools, on June 25th, 2010

Beware. This isn’t a very vanilla post.

It was sometime around my virgin years of high school that I was nicknamed “Kinky”. Sometimes it was Kinky, others it was Kinky Lynn. That was about the time that I began my sexual mind cogs and since then, they’ve been running like clockwork. Rarely is there a time that I don’t relate something to sexuality. It’s just natural for me. Sure, I was a virgin to practically everything at the time, but my mind still ran with ideas and innuendos. It wasn’t until I met my husband that I actually had the perfect venue to express this side of me that I trusted with no one else before him. Perfect. =) I will save all of the other kinky shit for another post (i.e. wartenburg wheels, bbq forks and knives.) We be stickin’ to the tape, today!

It wasn’t until recently that I began to realize how much I love my face being pressed during sex. It may have started at those old house parties, when we’d have sex upstairs; I was drunk and screaming relentlessly. “Wow man, you’re neighbors are really going at it…” – Said a guy who was smoking on the porch. “No, that’s Kristy, they’re upstairs.” Anyways, my point…oh yes, my husband had to hold his hand over my mouth to silence me a little because all of the roommates got an earful each time. I really love the idea of his pressure bearing down over my mouth and hushing me. It’s erotic. Also helpful. Since then, I’ve asked for him to hold the sides of my head while he pounds away at me, which was pressure applied to my face again. I’ve come to the conclusion that I may have a fetish for facial bondage of some sort.

Babeland got their own bondage tape and I jumped right on it. My first thoughts were “omg, he could wrap the lower half of my face, so I could still breathe and I would probably love it…” So, the tape came and I was very shyly excited. Now, the time came for the wrapping. (Being that we are perfect for each other, and he is creative like me, he took it a few steps further. I love when he does that.) He asked me to get headphones, to sit tight and to be a good submissive. So I freaked out because my hair was in a ponytail and he wouldn’t let me fix it. -_- grr. I put the headphones in, started some music on my iphone and he began to wrap. He started at my forehead and totally mummified my face/head. All I had left was a nostril slit to breathe through. Wow. So, I’ve got music, I am totally sense-deprived, except for the MP3s, and he’s throwing me onto the bed.

Music is going, I have a strong clitoral vibrator and he’s pounding away. Oh this is goOood. It was an amazing feeling, the tape was awesome. Everything stayed in place, there was no smell, no skin reactions. Just pure fucking. Haha. He has a fetish for facial abuse, so once in a while he’ll throw in a slap or five and my cheeks will sting. THIS TIME, there was little to no sting. Maybe bondage tape is a marriage between two of our fetishes. This stuff is really great, haha. You can come up with a million ways to use it and you get a great amount of it on the roll. Not only is it amazing fun, but it’s super affordable to try new ventures with. I’m kind of upset that this was my first time with bondage tape. Had I known…I probably would have worn this stuff as a corset the night I met my husband. (Fetish Night at a local club.)

After the climaxes and the dissention of the night began, it was time to unwind. Literally. He started to strip it off from my face and head and that was an experience on its own. It felt really cool to follow the sensations of the tape being pulled off my skin, in layers, though. Imagine the pulling off of a band-aid or tape, but without the hair-pulling. CoOoool. Haha. So, he left me with a pile of wrinkled bondage tape and said “good luck with that”. Yes, it’s time consuming to wind it all back up, but I used the time to reflect on the experience that I just had. It was pleasant to wind it back up, even though it took around 20 minutes for the amount he used on me. On the other hand, if you have no patience, you could see your roll of bondage tape as a disposable experience and just buy more if you need it…lol. But, I’m a saver and I didn’t want my tape to go bye-bye.

I super-love this stuff and I recommend that everyone try bondage tape if you haven’t before. Make bracelets! Fashion a tube-top, maybe a halter. Have a tight mini-dress. Become bound to yourself for your lover. Or bind yourself for you. It’s amazing however you look at it.