Kink of the Week #13
Kink of the Week November 1-15: Struggling
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There is a large dedicated fan base within pornography that gets off on watching people physically struggle against their bonds, whether that be ties or a another human being holding them down. The videos are really focused on the act of struggling and often features women (yes it seems to be mainly women) bound up on the floor and left to struggle.
The thing is, I kind of get it. Not the watching the videos. I have done that and despite them being oddly mesmerizing I can’t say they got me off, but the act of struggling, well is a different matter altogether.
However this is not about me, but you. So tell me lovely bloggers does struggling turn you on? Just to be clear I don’t mean mental or emotional struggle but the physical act. Do you like the fight of your body against the things that bind you? Does what you are physically struggling against make a difference; rope, chains, cuffs or the force of another human being holding you down? Do you love struggling beneath a partner as they take their pleasure in you?
I would really love to hear from people who get off on the topping aspect of this kink. What is it about watching your partner physically struggle that gets you going? Do you like to restrain someone and then sit back and watch them fight it out? Or maybe it is the act of being the bigger, stronger partner, feeling their smallness beneath you fighting you that is hot for you?
Also what about within the context of other BDSM play. Do you like watching your sub/bottom physically struggle against their restraints as you spank, whip, paddle or crop them. There is of course also the dreaded tickling does that come into this type of play for you?
This is most definitely a kink for me. I like to be tied but there’s not much give in rope, far better to struggle against someone.
Everything about it feeds into my other kinks – about being made to do things, rape fantasies, con non-con, being overpowered.
There’s the knowing that I’ve zero chance of winning, the rush of adrenaline, a little touch of fear, knowing I’m going to ache later, probably have marks – so many things that turn me on about it.
Feeling his muscles moving under his skin, the raw power, his weight pinning me down, hands holding my wrists as I try to get away, both getting out of breath and getting hornier by the second.
Sometimes there would be slaps, face or arse depending on my position, although it’s harder to fight when you’re face down.
Sometimes I’d give in, others I’d keep struggling even while I’m being fucked, beg him not to, whimpering, all the things I knew would make him fuck me harder until we were both spent. Lying there trying to catch our breath, smiling, me calling him a bastard, him laughing.
Fuck, I really miss it.
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