J’accuse

Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, honoured judges, I’d like to answer the charges brought against me;

Yes, I am an addict, this part I do not contest.

It’s also true that I get irritated and tense when I go for too long without having my fix. If given enough time, I might do irresponsible things to satisfy my cravings, which would surely never have happened in a solid state of mind. My sole point of contestation is thus; are any of you really any better than me?

We belittle the drug abusers, the losers and the other dregs of society because their addictions are not socially compatible with what we percieve as successful lifestyles. Their addiction causes them to break the social contract that we are all so very familiar with, albeit in other words. Morals and ethics might be two of them, but there are several others all camoflagued in the same pattern; you should act this way because it’s the way other people expect you to. No more, no less.

Take the drugs away from junkies and see then go into withdrawal. Take coffeine or nicotine away from us all, and you’ll notice a lot of the similiar symptomes. The human mind is wonderfully palatable. If given one real moment of serotonin-producing happiness, it will try to achieve this moment again by doing the same things over and over, enough though the effect might be changed.

I don’t drink, I don’t smoke and I don’t jump out of perfectly functioning planes. I’m perfectly at ease with having found my addiction in perverted sex and sadomasochism, and that’s the addiction I’m sticking with.

Allow me to introduce myself…

A woman once told me I had perverted eyes. She meant it matter-of-factly, but it came out as an compliment. Because I truly do. And it’s far worse on the inside.

If you think you’re able to excite me or fascinate me, please do. I urge you to come with suggestions and ideas I’ve never contemplated before! Prove to me that I’ve not grown jaded and

I have my particular fetishes, as do we all, even though not everyone is aware of their own triggers. Being a typical male, I find myself turning in the street after women with full ruby lips, high heels and smooth gloves. Being a proper fetishist, I also enjoy the look and smooth feel of rubber and leather, preferrably with hoods and gags as accessories.

My true love within the bdsm universe is japanese bondage, however. Kinbaku-bi, Nawa Shibari, how you choose to spell it. It gives me great pleasure spending several hours to construct delicate knotes around a beautiful and willing partner. It takes time, but then again, it’s a ceremony in itself, not to be rushed by the sudden apperance of lust.

I’ve my beautiful partner in crime, a dominant woman with a penchant for spanking, paddling and whipping. She has confessed to me that it’s the screams that gets her off, really. I can easily understand that, given that both smell and hearing are more erotic feelings to me than vision itself.

Of course, being a dominant couple, we tend to outsource from time to time to keep us both fully sexually sated. This also means we are considering new playmates every now and then, some for individual and some for our shared enjoyment.

Due to this, we lead a more open lifestyle than many other couples, and although it works for us, we have no need to force this mindset on anyone else. Either you like it or you don’t.

TBA

This will be my new home on the internet, replacing a multitude of profiles in social networks I can’t really be bothered with. Hopefully, this will be a place where I can share the things in media that stands out to my eyes, as well as a source of inspiration for other bondage enthusiasts.

I’m particularly fond of japanese bondage, ie. Kinbaku-bi or even Nawa Shibari for the westerners. There will most likely be a majority of postings concerning this topic, both as instructions for certain wazas and generally thoughts on the subject.

And thus; we’re off and running!