WHEN WE THINK of bondage, we think kink. Rope entwined around your lover’s wrists, handcuffs biting into his skin, a spreader bar forcing her legs open.
I would like to propose we look at the world through my eyes for a moment, because I write smut for a living. My dirty mind sees kink where others just see a wooden spoon or a hairbrush.
The seat belt is required by law in many (all?) states now. Click it or Ticket, the billboards warn. What I see is every day bondage. A thick strap crossing my breasts, another holding my hips in place. Click. I can’t move forward suddenly; if I do my bondage, my seatbelt, jolts me back with a punishing halt. They call it a restraint for a reason.
Where else do I see bondage where none was meant to be seen?
Harnesses, of course, just like seat belts. Go on any rollercoaster and you know that once that padded bar comes down over your head, it’s not moving until the ride operator decides. How kinky of us to participate.
Now imagine it’s her birthday. You give her a beautiful necklace, one with a tiny lobster-claw clasp made of sterling silver. Her fingers tremble with anticipation, and fumble with the clasp. Ever the gentleman, you step in and close the necklace around her neck, a vanilla version of a collar if ever there was one. Necklaces that only one other person can easily remove? Yes. You’d be hard-pressed to find a woman who hasn’t been gifted at least one of those.
Fashion can be its own bondage. Each season dresses decorate our dress shops, our malls, ranging from sexy to demure. Why is the zipper placed directly in the middle of the back, where the woman who wears the dress physically cannot reach to zip herself up? Or, more importantly, to unzip.
The zipper is a modern bondage device.
Her partner is in charge of her state of undress. “Honey, come zip me up, will you?” is a phrase said every Saturday night in households across the country. It’s bondage at its most subtle, a throwback to old-fashioned corsets that had to be laced tightly by anyone but the lady who wore it.
Am I reading into the minutia of everyday life and seeing things only an erotica author would see? Perhaps. But the next time you get in your car and the little red seatbelt light beeps at you until you strap yourself in, recognize it for what it is. Bondage.
See? Perhaps there’s a little kink in you too.
Quite an enlightening article Shoshanna! One may never look at a seatbelt the same way again. ;)
Thanks! I know I think seatbelts are…kinda hot, lol
Very interesting indeed, some I would have never thought of…but I will now ;)
Oh good, I’ve made your mind a little bit dirtier ;)
This article is genius! It’s the little things people never think about…but will now! Embrace the kink, people! :) Great post Shoshanna!
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Thanks Parker! :)
Stayed tuned for our next feature, in which our Weeklings documentary crew follows Shoshanna as she shops at Home Depot. Three words: colored duct tape.
(Okay, that’s not actually true, but we are mulling the idea of a Kickstarter campaign).
LOL! I would totally do that, too. Home Depot can be a wonderful place for kinksters. You can make a homemade spreader bar, a loopy johnny, all sorts of things. And of course, they have lots of soft rope. And chains. ;)
Really, between Home Depot and Petco, you don’t have to stray from the strip of box stores on that state road.
If you’re very crafty, that’s true. But Big Box store don’t sell leather implements or things that um…vibrate.
Just the paint-shakers. But those are a bit too heavy to be practical…
Unless you have a clit made of steel, paint shakers might not be the way to go, lol
Laundry machines are great vibraters . Once, I had a girlfriend sit on one during the spin and we kissed the entire length of the timer…..
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I’m like that when I’m at work, I love the cheesy branding ao many dorky fast food uniforms have, and I happen to work for a certain sandwich shop…I tie my apron reeeally tight behind me and love the snug feeling arpund my hips, waist, chest. Somehow, looking dorky turns me on so I love my job whereas others don’t lol