Comfort Bondage

comfort tie 2Bondage. Being spread-eagled on the bed, with hands and feet tied to the pillars of the four-poster while the wickedly handsome pirate advances on the trembling victim. That’s the normal vanilla image of bondage.

The kinky version is someone suspended, in a spider web of hemp ropes which have been waxed by virgins.

But there is plenty of bondage in between, and a variety of reasons for tying someone up. There is sensual bondage, where the rope is like an extension of your hands. Predicament bondage, where the victim (sorry, bunny!) is tied in such a way that no matter what she does, she’s in trouble. And the one that everyone forgets about, comfort bondage.

Comfort bondage is, “like eating chocolate without the calories.” It’s a giant ropey hug, and sometimes it’s just what the doctor ordered.

The distinguishing mark of comfort bondage, apart from the fact that it’s comfortable, is that the bunny’s arms are confined in front of her. There is a lot of rope around the chest around the arms and chest, and the arms are in a natural position, but not useable. She can do nothing and is free of all responsibility.

For some people, that’s enough. Others like their legs to be tied up as well, so that they are in a small position, and say it’s like going back to the womb. The sense of security allows them to let go of all the responsibility and crap they have been juggling all day, and relax into the rope.

“There is something about the ropes confining me, defining my boundaries, that allows me to float and to let my mind drift. It’s a bit like being a baby, being swaddled and held, safe and warm.”

For a good rigger, or rope top, it’s as satisfying to see someone relax in his ropes as carrying out an ambitious suspension. “When I tie someone into a comfort tie, I feel as if I have a stronger connection than with other ties.”

Of course, there is always room for the chocolate and fluffy blanket and hugs afterwards.