Merinthophilia is defined as sexual arousal from being bound or tied up, at least that's what I found when I googled it. A fellow kinkster had added it to the fetish list on Fetlife and when I saw he had added it to his profile, of course, I googled the word to see what it meant. I was curious about it to say the least. I knew I liked being restrained in cuffs linked to lengths of chain, so I wondered how I would feel about being tied up.
Last evening was an eventful one for me. While I have been curious about rope bondage, to date, J and I hadn't done more than binding my wrists. Last night we tried breast bondage for the first time. As J slowly wrapped my torso in the soft, thick, braided rope purchased earlier that day, I found myself fixating on it. I loved the way it felt against my skin and the firm pressure it applied to my chest and breasts. The enhanced pressure in my breasts made them wonderfully sensitive and I found myself aching to be touched there almost immediately. Using the long end of the rope remaining J also bound my hands, first behind my back and later over my head as our play session continued.
The bondage changed my perception of everything else we did. The sensations generated by the spanking were different. While I felt I had better tolerance, I made sounds at every stroke. I found myself only making eye contact when J addressed me directly. My body soon felt like it was humming and every sensation ramped up the electricity and magnified the feeling of surrender. I don't know that I've ever been as aroused.
My first climax was wonderful and I was expecting it would be my only one. I rarely orgasm more than once and was more than sated by our play and the release it provoked. J had been researching the concept of forced orgasm leading up to last evening and decided not to let me off that easily. As a result, I ended up going to a very different place. Over and over again, J brought me to the edge of the abyss, only to have my body beat a retreat back. This went on for what seemed like forever. Each time it happened, I felt the muscles in my body tense a little more than the time before. It got to the point where my entire body was rigid, as I desperately sought a way to endure the intense sensations approaching what seemed to be an unattainable peak.
When I finally went over the edge, I clamped my mouth down on a length of rope in a vain attempt to stifle my screams. I had never felt anything close to that before. I had no idea my body was capable of such an extreme response. Wave after wave crashed over me and my body spasmed through each one. When I finally collapsed against the mattress, I was physically, mentally and emotionally spent. Wrapped in J's arms, I struggled to regain the power of speech. It was a while before I could talk about what had happened.
This morning, I felt a little stiff and sore as we had quite a workout, but I was glad for the minor aches as they were proof that last evening had actually happened. I wrapped my legs around J this morning and for a moment contemplated the consequences of not showing up for work on time.
Thankfully my Dominant has more discipline than me and my job security has not been placed at stake. The only question now is how I'll react the next time we go to the hardware store to buy rope. Who knows, in time, such shopping trips may become part of our foreplay. <wink>