Bondage is very much a state of mind. It is Zen like in its nature giving both the person who is binding and the person who is being bound space and time to travel, a journey within one's self to contemplate. Trust between the two persons is the common denominator and the base upon which all is built. That and patience as some rope work takes an extraordinary amount of time.
It takes planning and preparation: spiritually, mentally and physically. One must visualize what one is seeking in the end result. It becomes a form of meditation, when practiced, it is second nature. The hands almost separate from the body and you are a spectator watching the rope weaving its way around a body. Becoming one with it. The knots, loops and ties being separate thoughts, the rope a central stream of consciousness from which those thoughts escape.
I am very aware of the comfort or discomfort of the person being bound, though discomfort can at times also distract. This depends totally on what I wish to achieve, how I wish to extend or explore the outer or inner limits. I know by the time I have reached the end I am drained spiritually, mentally, physically.
Hopefully, the person I have bound is fulfilled. Filled with a calm, a restfulness having made discoveries of self, found answers or questions to be answered. Thus the exchange. One to the other. A circle of which each is one half. Very much the basis of my belief in Dominance and submission. One cannot exist without the other.
