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A Bondage Sex-Cation Inspired by 'Fifty Shades' Helped Me Let Go of Control In My Relationship
I needed a break from my own bossiness. And I found it...
As I prepped for the trip, my need for this evening became even more obvious.
As we walked into our bondage suite at Desire, I put my cynical mind and mocking M.O. aside and instantly got in the mood.
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My boyfriend , John*, and I have been engaged in a weird power struggle lately. I often find myself getting frustrated that he's not taking charge, but the real issue is that I'm so consistently taking the lead with everything that he doesn't even get a chance to do so. I go overboard in correcting, controlling, and being short with him, but it has been nearly impossible to get ahold of myself.
If past years of therapy have served me well, then I can psychoanalyze this one myself: I am a quick-talking, loud Italian from the East Coast, and John is a chill, laid-back Californian. I'm simply wired faster, and because of that, I get impatient easily. Not that it makes it right.
In just 48 hours, for instance, I did the following:
Yes, I've been too bossy lately. And, no, I'm not proud of it.
That's where our trip to Desire Riviera Maya Resort came in. Desire Riviera Maya Resort and its nearby sister hotel, Desire Riviera Maya Pearl Resort, are luxury, adults-only, couples-only, clothing-optional , destinations just outside of Cancun, Mexico. They're popular with swingers, polyamorous couples, and people who like to get—as Anastasia Steele would say in Fifty Shades Darker —their "kinky fuckery" on.
Maybe playing the submissive role could teach me to surrender, to let go of control, to let John lead for once. Essentially, to be a little more like submissive Anastasia Steele and less like the dominating Christian Grey, even if just for a night. It's a lot of work being in charge all the time.
John and I are not swingers. (Though there's nothing wrong with swinging.) But Desire Resorts hand-picked me to test-drive their brand new "Desire Bondage Fantasy" night, a private bondage experience guided by two of the resort's pole dancers—Amber* and Antonio*—and inspired by the Fifty Shades franchise.
The $500 fantasy night, which we were lucky enough to experience sans charge, is part of Desire Resorts' world-famous Fantasy Menu , which also features erotic massage, pole dance lessons, sex on the beach, and more. It's designed to teach you to "surrender to your partner" and "journey into a dark, erotic place."
It's hard to pass up a good sex-cation, so I opted to dive into the role of the submissive. Or, at least, to try to dive in.
Even though I've only seen the Fifty Shades films as a "hate-watcher," laughing and mocking them aloud, I do dabble in some mild BDSM from time to time. A little spanking. Some handcuffing. A good flogging is nice. Feather tickling always gets me going. Unable to control myself, I barked out the following orders:
Rule No. 1 of bondage : There is no giggling. John's a happy guy, and I love him for that, but he does tend to giggle when he should be serious, and bondage is serious business.
Rule No. 2 of bondage: No smiling! Happy-go-lucky John has a great smile, but it's not right in this scenario. "Christian Grey doesn't smile as he spanks. I need you to put your best fuck-face on, please," I said.
Rule No. 3 of bondage: He would be in charge. He would be the dominant. He would be Christian Grey. I would be the submissive. I would be Anastasia Steele. If I tried to direct him, I needed him to stop me, spank me, or gag me.
Realizing I'd already broken Rule No. 3 by telling John what to do, I went into the experience quietly but firmly repeating to myself over and over in my head: Don't micromanage. Don't correct him. Be more like Ana. Enjoy taking the backseat for once .
Before we left, I even had a dream that a bartender called me the C-word. What's worse, dream-John agreed with him—and so did I. Upon waking, I realized I didn't want to give up my all of my assertiveness, but I did want a more equal partnership where we could each take control sometimes rather than me calling all the shots.
Even in the Fifty Shades sequel, where Anastasia took more of a stand than in her first go-around with Christian, she was able to balance being submissive with being a strong, independent woman. Balance is the key here. If Ana could do it, I could, too.
It was hard not to. The room was bathed in pinkish-red light (a nod to Christian Grey's infamous Red Room) as the Fifty Shades Darker soundtrack played in the background. A pink satin bed with heart-shaped pillows was quite enticing, along with the yummy spread of chocolate-covered strawberries , a bottle of Moët & Chandon Champagne, and a can of whipped cream.
There was a lot to take in: a black leather sex swing, a stripper pole, his and her masquerade ball masks (one that looked very similar to Ana's in Fifty Shades Darker ), and a box of California Exotic Novelties sex toys in a gorgeous silk black and red brocade. They included a leather flogger, restraints, and a ball gag so I could shut up for once. There was also a butt plug , which John instantly vetoed. I acquiesced—one small step toward letting go of control.
Alas, the toy box did not have the Fifty Shades of Grey Trust Me Adjustable Spreader Bar and Cuff Set that Christian used to open Ana up wide then flip her over, but the wrist and ankle restraints were good by me!
After our bondage hosts performed a sexy dance as Christian and Ana on the pink settee, then dazzled us with their sexy moves on the stripper pole, they led John and me from the bed to the pole. (Watching was very hot, by the way! Might need to explore voyeurism a bit more.)
As Amber took off my dress, Antonio pulled my arms over my head and instructed John to tie me to the pole with the wrist restraints from our sex toy box.
"Tie me tighter," I told John. Ugh! Epic fail.
Before I could even correct myself for being bossy again, Amber whipped my ass with the flogger and firmly whispered in my ear, "You are Anastasia. He is Christian Grey."
I tried to focus on what Amber said and let myself be Anastasia. John even put the ball gag on me so I couldn't say another word. Sure, he was clumsy at bondage at first. Who isn't? But then he surprised me and ended up getting in a good flogging. He even figured out how to use the sex swing without me helping him out.
While it's going to take a lot more than one night to learn to truly submit, this wasn't a bad start.
Discussing my struggle with control was one of those relationship conversations I wanted to avoid. But when I told John, his reaction wasn't what I expected.
"You think I think you're a c*nt? Oh my God. No. I never even thought to roll my clothes; I was able to fit so much more in my bag because of it."
He doubled-down, although he did add: "Well, maybe you can let me figure things out a bit on my own and just let me do it!"
Upon further reflection, I think I know what's going on. We're nine months into our relationship and planning on moving in together in a month. It's been several years since I lived with anyone. Naturally, a little bit of anxiety comes with that.
I think in the darkest recesses of my mind, there is this fear of having to compromise for the first time in years. I'm used to doing things my way, and the idea of having to work in a partnership again after years of being HBIC is making me a little on edge.
I'm still figuring out how to remain a strong, independent, do-everything-myself feminist while balancing how to take a backseat once in a while. It's scary, but I know it's doable.
"I'm glad we're working this out before I move in," he said.
When we returned home, I found myself starting to take charge again. This time it was a bottle of cabernet and one of those old-school corkscrew wine openers. As John struggled to open the wine, instead of taking it out of his hand like I did with the Champagne, I thought, What's the worst that can happen? We get a little cork in our cab. So what?
I'd rather pick cork out of my teeth than be called the C-word again—even if it's just in my dreams!
*Names have been changed to protect the kinky.
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So like a couple of days ago I got an email from YouTube. I have like less than half a dozen videos up on there. I used to use it to edit my videos (rotate/trim/color balance) before I finally broke down and bought a copy of Photoshop. This video has been removed from YouTube for being 'Pornographic or sexually explicit content that is meant to be sexually gratifying'!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ya know, I am like so proud to finally say I have made my very first porno! I am considering appealing it on the basis that watching me is more sexually frustrating than gratifying! I have amended the title of this clip accordingly. All kidding aside, it is so awesome that Flickr has never told me off for this video, 'cause like I'm not really some sexually adventurous wild cat, I'm just a fairly repressed, very vanilla Tgirl who is kinda curious about all the things she is too timid to try in real life, and likes to play pretend and share it with her friends on Flickr. As much as people complain and gripe about the site, they have been like awesome to deal with and incredibly supportive of the LGBT+ community, providing us a safe place to hang out and share our pictures and videos.
Original pointless description that's not actually worth reading neither:
So like the stars have aligned and I'm getting some Tabitha and Flickr time!!!!
Two of the big projects I've been working on came to a successful completion recently, and the third is gonna be held up for the Columbus Day weekend (love dealing with government departments - way too much bureaucracy but loads of reasons not to come to work), so I can actually spend the next few days doin' like nothing! It's what I'm best at - I spent most of my time at university applying all my efforts towards it :)
These are like clips from a bunch of videos I've done but never put up, or only kept up for a while. I have some more, but Flickr doesn't like too long videos, so I am having to split them.
They have like a self-bondage theme, so if that's not your thing, don't bother with them. The last bit though is like this lil' kitty cat on heat. Anyone wanna make her purr?
I love being bound in cuffs, chains and gagged.
I know I promise one more but I couldn't help myself. I just love being in bondage and almost helpless.
Today i tried some selfbondage shots, it was pretty exciting being gagged and tied with cuffs. Wish somebody would tie me for real ;-) Hope you guys like it and let me know if you want more pics like this :-)
A little self bondage goes wrong when I dropped the keys. Picking them up is going to be quite difficult while bound.
One of my favorite places for being bound.
On my way to the cell block that's going to be my new home for the next five years.
Ariel Anderssen tries out the entire Restrained Elegance gag collection!
Chained rubber walk. Latex slave. Latex crossdresser walk. forced public walk. public bondage latex sissy walk.
some very amateur bondage - but I had fun
When I saw the Rogue Players and Flickr Group Roulette had converged to wanting pink stripes, I knew just the thing to wear. The problem was how to NOT just make another self-portrait of a man wearing age- and gender-inappropriate clothing. I may have accomplished that.
I love my mum for having taken this pic before helping me out :) Well seems I knew young what I wanted *g*
Let's face it - Shibari in Second Life has been a sad thing at best. It works - but capturing the intricacy of the ropework is very difficult.
I think Bhadra has come far closer than anyone else has. This set includes a lot of struggle animations and it is suited for partner AND self-bondage play.
Best of all, it integrates with her B'Horny Hud and her Dragon Ring Relay. And all this for 500L$ - about half what I expected her to charge.
Multiple Columns legs rig with Suspension Spine Variation
Multiple Columns legs rig with Suspension Spine Variation
Two moddable shapes are included. Here's some shots I took as I was working on the one I made. It gives you an idea of how lovely the rope looks in matte hemp.
multiple Legs Columns with Hanging Spine

I worked as an office manager once, and it was my job to open and sort all of the mail, including packages. It was a pretty boring job for the most part, but every now and then there would be a wave of excitement when my boss’s crazy ex-wife would come in and scream at him in front of all of his employees.
So I’m doing my mail duties when an odd looking package arrives for my boss, the CEO of the company. I open it as part of the standard office procedure. I pull out some packing materials, then an item wrapped in plastic wrap.
What is this? I think to myself. Oh, a leash. Must be a leash for his dog. What’s with the metal things? This is kind of weird, I think, so let’s pull out the invoice:
“Dog collar with attached nipple clamps.”
Dogs don’t need nipple clamps, so what the shit.
I throw everything back into the box as if *I’M* the one who has just committed some horrible sin against nature. I hop onto my computer and pull up messenger and message my boyfriend. “QUICK. I NEED TO KNOW HOW TO TAPE UP A PACKAGE AND MAKE IT LOOK LIKE IT WAS NEVER OPENED.”
Tons of totally rational and then totally fucked up explanations are going through my head. Halloween is coming up soon, maybe this is for a crazy party. Or maybe my boss is just seriously kinky and doesn’t have the foresight to send these types of packages TO HIS HOUSE. I got mental images, playbacks – not pretty.
I carefully tape up the box and pack it neatly. Voila! It looks as though it was never opened! No one will touch this stuff! I sneak it into his office and put it on his desk with the rest of his mail.
So for weeks, I can’t make eye contact with my boss, and at one point, I almost greeted him with a “Good Morning, Mr. Nipple Clamps” because that’s all that would go through my head when he walked in the door.
We go out on a business trip and at dinner, he tells us about how an old secretary is sending packages to his work and picking them up from his office, and he’s DYING to know what’s in them, but he never opens them.
Having had like 4 glasses of wine, I raise my hand.
“I know what’s in them,” I say, my face turning more purple than the merlot I’m drinking.
I have everyone’s attention now, and at this amazing restaurant in downtown Chicago, I blurt out, way too loudly, “NIPPLE CLAMPS!”
I tell them the story of the accidentally opened package. (We found out what the deal was weeks later because it turns out this lady who used to work for him was running a sex service behind her family’s back and making good money at it, but she couldn’t let her family know she was a dominatrix for hire so she had the boxes sent to her old work. How bad would that screw your teen daughter up, anyway?)
After I tell the table, including investors and business associates (glug glug glug) about how horrified I was and how deftly I re-taped the package to look as though it had never been tampered with, and how proud I was of my handiwork, the table falls silent.
So this one guy looks at my boss and says, “Your secretary has been walking around for weeks thinking you’re a sick pervy bastard! She must have been terrified to fly out here to Chicago with you!”
Hey man, sometimes I was paid in wine. Nipple clamps or no nipple clamps, that’s a good deal.
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