What I really desire when tied up is in no way constant, but varies with recent inspiration, fantasies and experience, time of month, mood and arousal. But some desires are more frequent than others, and some variants I usually like better than others. I thought I’d try to give some kind of compilation of common desires in this post.
I like being nude when tied up, both because it’s sexy to me, because it makes me feel vulnerable and because it lets me feel my ties and any additions better. But feeling sexy is also in the response of my partner, so if I know he’s turned on by e.g. high heels, revealing lingerie or some skimpy fetish clothing, I can do that too, without disturbing my own desire for nudity much.
I like feeling really helpless from being tied up, meaning I want the tying to be secure, without being possible, or at least not easy, to cheat or struggle out of, and having my hands really useless, by tying them in a way so I can reach nothing, or by using pouches or ties to make my fingers useless.
I like the ties a bit strenuous, like with hands and elbows tied tight behind my back, or hands tied high behind my back in a semi or full reverse prayer bondage, although I can’t handle the latter for very long without it becoming so uncomfortable that it’s a real turn-off, and legs spread wide or folded in a hogtie or frogtie.
I like the tying involving my “sexual parts”, especially with ties tight through my crotch, pressing, rubbing, pinching, teasing and tormenting my labia, folds, clit, orifices and perineum, and ties tight around the bases of my breasts, making my breasts swell and bulge, throb and ache, sensitized to both touch and torment, with the skin taut, purple, glistening and sensitive.
I like being gagged tight so that any attempt of speech becomes unintelligible and dampened, even if it’s almost impossible to mute entirely. Favorites are large wads stuffed tight and taped into my mouth with adhesive tape sealing the entire lower half of my face, and penis gags large enough to really fill my mouth and force my jaws wide open, even reaching into my throat and forcing me to focus on controlling my gag reflex, one of the few efficient ways to almost mute me.
I like rough sex while being tied up and helpless, fucked hard and deep in both pussy, ass, mouth and deep-throat, the latter preferably combined with a large ring gag forcing my mouth wide open to prevent and attempt to deny or bite whatever is being fed to me, forced to use tongue and lips to please the best I can. I really enjoy the painful pleasure of having my pussy stretched real hard from oversized cocks, dildos, plugs or fisting, and also from having my anal thoroughly plugged but a bit more moderately than my pussy.
I like my minor sexual bits, i.e. clit, labia, nipples and tongue, being teased and tormented with suction, tying by thin cords or similar, moderate pinching and clamping, stretching and twisting, besides the usual stimulation with touches, caresses, rubbing, kisses, nibbling and vibrators.
I like orgasm control, either being teased and kept on edge for a long time but never able or permitted to cum, or being forced to far more orgasms than I can handle while being helpless. I also like it when pain and pleasure is mixed and balanced so they mitigate each other, enabling me to handle both more pain and more pleasure than I could otherwise.
I like being spoiled with attention while helpless, being teased and tormented, played with and taken advantage of, hands groping, squeezing and slapping, mouths tasting and biting, taking the chance even while tying me up, making me anticipate what more is to come, and even painful active attention, like being beaten with whips, crops, floggers and canes, is appreciated.
I like challenges, not always but often, arrangements that pushes me to my limits, and sometimes a little bit beyond but still reasonable, predicaments forcing me to struggle to stop situations and things from going bad or getting worse, and situations where I’m deliberately able to get free, but not without having to fight and struggle for my freedom.
I like “public” exposure, nude and helpless, in situations where it is appropriate, like in some clubs, not so that I long or hope for it to happen, but if it happens, it often is an extra turn-on. I don’t regard myself as an exhibitionist, but I suppose you can see it as some kind of streak in me.
I like a bit of peril, e.g. with ties or nooses around my neck forcing me to focus not to strangle myself, plastic bags over my head either short-time or with small breathing holes forcing me to control my breath, balancing forcing me to focus not to hurt myself (more), risk of being exposed by being tied up in semi-public settings, like in places I only visit once or very seldom, sparsely visited places or hidden under my clothes when among others, or abandonment, being left helpless and not knowing when, or in my imagination even if, someone will come and save or take care of me.
Thinking and writing about these things are enough to make me pretty hot, and my mind start wandering into desires and fantasies. The following is not any kind of ideal scene, but a fantasy my mind put together right now, from the desires I have and the mood I’m in at present.
After my wrists are captured by the police handcuffs and locked behind my back, continued struggles are pretty futile. The noose slipped around my neck, tightened and pulled up, forcing me up on my toes not to strangle, stresses my helplessness even more. Two large buckets are placed upside down on the floor on either side of me, and I’m hoisted by the noose, gasping for air while my legs are kicking, before strong hands guide my feet to the buckets, leaving me balancing on my toes supported by them with my legs forced wide apart, the noose still tight around my neck but no longer strangling me.
A hand grabs my hair and yanks it back while another hand shoves a large penis gag against my lips. My hesitation to open wide is rewarded by a hard pull on the noose around my neck, cutting my air supply again, and when I open my mouth to try and gasp, the large rubber penis fills my mouth and forces my jaws wide open, while the panel of the gag presses into my lips and its secured in place by a strap pulled tight and buckled behind my neck. The noose around my neck once again is loosened a fraction, permitting me to breathe through my nose again. But that becomes harder too as a black execution-style hood is pulled over my head, cutting my vision and restricting my breathing.
My hands are forced high up my back and secured by another cord taut around my neck, any attempt to lower my hands to ease the uncomfortable strain restricting my breathing even more. The hands having left me very helpless and vulnerable now rewards themselves with my body, groping, kneading, stroking and slapping me, by buttocks, thighs, belly and breasts. I can’t help but panting and moaning best as I can inside the hood from the both brutal and arousing onslaught.
Fingers in my pussy rub and pinch my folds and clit, then dives into my wet orifice, three fingers, four fingers, five fingers, pushing deep and bumping hard against my cervix, stretching my orifice hard, and even harder as the rest of the hand keeps pushing into me, a bit deeper with each push, until I feel my aching orifice give way and crawl down to the wrist, engulfing and hugging the hand inside me as it keeps thrusting, knuckles rubbing hard across my G spot and slamming into my cervix, mixing arousal and pain into a maddening chaos.
I lose my focus there, suddenly feeling how one foot slips off the supporting bucket and a second later I am dangling by my neck, panicking as my air supply is cut abruptly and painfully, legs kicking wildly and searching for support, my own weight driving me down hard and agonizingly on the fist still in my pussy, dimly registering how the tips of my big toes just barely brushed the floor but not enough to offer any support, my throat burning both inside and outside from lack of air and the tightened noose, hanging there for I don’t know how long while the fist brutally keeps fucking my pussy. After an eternity, I am painfully lifted by the fist in my pussy and the wrist pressing hard up between my labia, and a strong hand grabs my ankles, guiding my feet back to the supports, then a strong arm is wrapped around my waist, holding me up until I have regained enough control to again stand spread and balancing on shaking legs, gasping so hard for air through my nose that my nasal cavity is burning painfully.
I feel almost disappointed when the fist is yanked out of my battered pussy, leaving me gaping and empty, delivering several wet, stinging smacks across my labia and folds, almost having me try to raise a leg to protect myself from the pain, before remembering the agonizing consequences. So I just stand, whimpering into my gag while biting down hard on it, still panting and gasping, feeling the hand wiping itself, so wet, on my lower belly after finishing the assault on my pussy.
Something cold and hard touches my folds and clits, being adjusted until it almost embraces my swollen clit, and then I feel the suction as my clit is pulled into it, both arousing and a bit painful, making it feel like my clit is growing with the increasing suction. When the increase stops, the suction device is flicked hard repeatedly, delivering a very intense sensation into the core of my womanhood, equally painful and stimulating, leaving me not able to decide if it must stop now, immediately or continue on and on and on.
As it stops, I feel something being slipped around my engorged nub and tightened around its base, and then tightened some more before being wrapped turn after turn around the forced neck of my clit, feeling like each turn is tighter than the one before, before being tied off. A few more hard flicks to the suction device makes me howl muffled into my gag under the hood and almost cum from the incredible intense sensation.
Something moderate in size, feeling dwarfed compared to the fist before, is jammed into my still wet and gaping pussy, churned around for a few seconds and then yanked out again, before being shoved brutally into my tight anal. It really isn’t that big, but the brutality of it still leaves my sphincter burning, the discomfort slowly fading and soon over-shadowed by the growing discomfort in my rectum as the thing starts growing in it in short, quick bursts, obviously being pumped up. However, mercifully it stops just short of the discomfort turning into real pain.
The next thing shoved into my pussy is far from moderate in size, stretching my orifice hard and pinching the membrane between the large intruder in my rear and the new guest uncomfortably, soon also pushing my womb harder and harder, stretching my tunnel more and more painfully lengthwise as it is slowly and forcefully worked deeper and deeper into me. When it stops, it feels almost like if the blunt tip of the intruder is pushing against my diaphragm. The thing must come out, now, immediately, but it remains and keeps tormenting my hurting hole.
I feel something wrapped tight in several turns around my waist, being knotted rear and then pulled down between my ass cheeks, front and up through my crotch, forcing the intruders even deeper into my holes, sinking deep between my outer labia, straddling and pinching my folds and inflated clit as it is yanked tighter and tighter. Even after it has been tied off to the front of the waist ropes, the yanking continues, shifting the plugs inside me, pinching and rubbing my very sensitive clit in an extremely intense way. Again, it stops just short of me cumming, leaving me both relieved and very frustrated.
It hurts when the suction device is pulled off my tied and swollen clit, but the pain is soon soothed by an almost ridiculously tender teasing with a gentle and slick fingertip rubbing around and across the engorged and sensitized nub, the taut skin on it making each touch feel almost like an intense but pleasurable electric buzz. I climb fast and try to brace, not wanting to again lose focus and footing, and my entire body tenses as I feel the orgasm approaching, just to again be denied, this time with a stinging and agonizing slap straight onto my over-sensitive clit, making me shriek into the gag and for a second wonder if it wouldn’t be worth the disaster and agony just to kick as hard as I could in the direction of the evil chuckle accompanying the physical mockery.
But I stand still, my legs trembling both from the pain and from the effort of standing spread on my toes for so long. Despite my torments, or actually probably partly thanks to them, I’m very hot and my body longs for more attention. In that respect I’m not disappointed, as rough hands gropes my sensitive breasts hard, squeezing, kneading and pulling, forcing me to struggle some to keep my balance and footing. Another noose finds it way around the base of one breast, is pulled so tight the cord feels like burning my skin as it sinks deep into the soft flesh, and then turn after turn is added, each at least as tight, constricting my breast even more and forcing it to swell and bulge, as I feel the taut skin becoming more and more sensitive as one rough hand keeps groping and squeezing while another hand does the wrapping. When done, and the cord has been securely knotted, the bulging breast is rewarded by several hard, stinging slaps straight onto the rock hard nipple and bulging areola. Each slap makes me scream into my gag and sends a wave of intense sensation rolling through the swollen orb and the rest of my body, some of it adding to the throbbing, tingling heat in my lower belly.
I feel almost grateful when my second breast gets the same treatment as the first, the symmetry bringing some kind of balance into the chaos raging through my body and mind. This time, the stinging slaps don’t stop at a few, but keeps on, alternating randomly between my two over-sized, bulging, aching, throbbing and sensitive orbs, spaced out to leave me enough time to experience the burning and stinging from each slap fully, and to both anticipate and fear the next one.
When it finally stops, both my breasts and my soul are on fire. I am so hot I desperately need relief, at any cost, and I squirm as much as I dare, trying to rub on the harsh ropes through my crotch, feeling the oversized plugs shift much too little inside me, the pinch on my clit shifting slightly, but the pain and pleasure from it just adding to my frustration but offering no relief. I whimper into my gag, while my abdomen involuntarily continues its futile dance.
The first lash of fire across my ass almost pushes me over the edge, and almost makes me again lose balance and footing. I immediately recognize the heavy bite of the cane sinking into my skin and flesh. Normally, its harshness scares me, but in my present state I welcome it, wanting more, quick, before the fire of the first stroke fades, feeling that it could finally bring me the relief I so desperately need. But again, the strokes are expertly spaced out, letting me feel the full intensity of each hit and it fading, imagining I can even feel the welts raising my skin, before the next one relights the fire. The second hit lashes fire across my tense tummy, the third one across my calves, the fourth across my bulging breasts, and the cane keeps shifting targets as its wielder obviously slowly circles my squirming and helpless body.
It goes on forever. I am almost choking from the sensation, and not because of the noose, the gag or the hood. I can’t take any more, but not because of the pain. And still it continues. I am floating in limbo, and it takes me some time before realizing it has eventually stopped. My entire body, my entire soul, my entire skin is still on fire. Like if I was a distant observer, I notice the hands on my body, fingertips tracing the burning welts, both soothing and reviving the pain, causing a pleasure that is just as unbearable as the caning just before. The maddening sensation goes on and on, much too long, but still not long enough. I twist and squirm, trying to push my body to the teasing hands, but they follow, the touches remaining almost as light as a feather.
When it stops, my body screams from relief after the tease while my mind screams from the emptiness after it. For seconds, minutes hours, days, weeks, I don’t know how long, I just stand, shivering and trembling, in exhaustion, agony and rapture. The break doesn’t last though, of course. I hear a muffled, croaking sound through my hood and feel the large intruder in my rear become even larger, stretching my aching rectum even harder, pinching the thin membrane between the plug and the huge dildo in my pussy even more painfully, but still exciting me. And then I feel a low buzz in my rear, spreading through the membrane to the dildo and through the ropes to my clit, and in my hyper-sensitized states, it feels like it’s rattling my entire abdomen, almost ripping my holes apart and sawing through my tightly tied and pinched clit.
It doesn’t end there though, but I feel hard and cruel clamps pinch my nipples and labia, squeezing them flat and almost punching through them, and then they’re pulled, agonizingly hard, downwards. The shifting pull when I squirm tells me it’s weights attached to the clamps, heavy weights. 1/2 kg? 1 kg? 2 kg? I don’t know, but they must come off, both the weights and the clamps! Now!! Immediately!!! But of course they don’t. They remain, slowly tearing the buds and folds from my body, the pain making me sob and tears running down my cheeks.
And it’s still not enough. I tense hard, both from more pain and unbelievably enough also pleasure, when fingers grab and pinch my tied, swollen and over-sensitized clit, adding another tie around it, and then it is pulled and stretched too, impossibly hard, starting to tear off from my body together with the already agonized nipples and labia. I can’t take any more, and my mind decides to end it, to step off the supporting buckets and hang, sink into blackness and the bliss of death to get away from the unbearable torture. My body doesn’t follow though, but keeps my impossible stands, adrenalin pumping and strengthening my exhausted and shivering muscles, blocking the decision of my mind and forcing me to endure.
The low buzz in my rear, echoing through my pussy as well, appears to grow stronger, but no longer ripping me apart, but transforming the unbearable pain into an equally unbearable sensation I can’t define. I don’t know if I’m cumming or not, but the sensation is at least as strong as an orgasm, but it doesn’t pulse and fade, just continue and grow, until it reaches a plateau, keeping my body incredible tense and arched, shaking and making the clamps and weights dance, not coming through as pain any longer though, but just as part of the indefinable sensation.
I stand, so tense it feels my muscles have locked up in cramp, shaking, shivering and squirming, way past my endurance and tolerance, the only thing holding me up being the adrenalin pumping through my entire body. It goes on forever, no relief and no release. I have broken down, but it still goes on. I have lost my mind, but it still goes on. I can’t endure it, but it still goes on. I can’t survive it, but it still goes on. Again, minutes, hours, days or weeks, I can’t tell, I don’t care. I just keep standing, keep squirming, keep shaking, keep shivering. There is no end, just an eternal continuation. Come the end of civilization, I will stand there. Come the end of humanity, I will stand there. Come the end of Earth, I will stand there. Come the end of the universe, I will still stand there.
The orgasm was intense and bliss, as much needed in reality as in the fantasy it brought me out of and slowly let fade together with the real arousal it had built. Sometimes my fantasies are real brutal, containing real injury, scarring, maiming and death, with me eventually being discarded like a used and broken toy, but more often they are borderline on what would be possible in reality, and some of those I have later experienced in reality, in part or full. The knowledge that those wild fantasies might one day become reality makes them even more arousing and thrilling, and me even more needy and hot with that in mind.