Caring

A friend tied me up last week. We talked about why and what we might do, what emotional mood we were creating, and who it was for. The tying was caring and slow, my hands bound to my chest, then my calves and thighs tightly wrapped. Roping me towards myself in a feeling of secure attachment, laying me down on my side, he covered me in a blanket and stroked my hair slowly, sitting behind me so I could drift. In all of it, I was nurtured. It’s not simply about the tying but the trust. It was also rewriting my beliefs around men. To feel the care when I’m vulnerable, when I’m not being capable or seductive. There’s a chance for new stories of those roles I perceive as expected. It’s going to come in useful sooner than I imagine.