Like many in the lifestyle, I have a number of favorite fetishes, and some I just don’t get. What makes one hot may make anther squick. I’d say most of my fetishes are pretty straight forward and a natural extension of my natural dominance. And occasionally, even after 15 years in this lifestyle, I get introduced to something new that I may have overlooked and not given much previous thought toward.

So, what makes me wet? In a word, bondage. Complete, inescapable, uncomfortable, you’re at my mercy and going nowhere, bondage. I use a number of methods to accomplish this, straight jacket, cuffs, vet wrap, leather, cling wrap and rope. Ah, rope… in particular, hemp, with its unique scent, rough texture and beautiful natural color.

I love rope because it’s so versatile, if you can think it up, you can probably make it happen with a decent length of hemp. There is nothing like seeing a submissive belly down on the floor in a crudely knotted hog tie or the beauty of intricately tied predicament bondage, my victim partially suspended in a crane pose, desperately balanced on tip-toe trying not to tighten the noose around his vulnerable cock and balls. It’s the suff my wet dreams are made of.

How about you, what does it for you?

Hemp

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