A Touch of Evil
Once upon a time there was a brawny, lumberjack of a man who felt little on the inside though he was a big, burly guy on the outside. He knew he was small, insignigicant, and unworthy, so he was always anxious. He felt lost in a huge world, adrift at sea. This constant state of anxiety made him depressed and angry. First, he started mouthing off at work. Next, he found himself fighting with his wife for no reason. His temper was short and life seemed like a long road straight to Hell.
Then one day he was surfing the internet and spotted a clip about Bondage. Something about the notion lit a spark. He consumed everything he could on self-bondage then went to work giving it a try. He immediately felt better, but he just couldn't get a snug enough hold all by himself. He decided to confess his secret to his wife. To his surprise and delight, his wife was very understanding. Together they experimented with different medium, assorted kinks and multiple positions. Although, it was nice to share his needs with his wife, he discovered her participation became more of a hindrance than a help. Yes, with her at the reigns, he could be sure of a tighter bond but his wife was so worried about whether she was hurting him or not that it detracted from the experience.
A moment meant for relaxation became anxiety inducing itself, which defeated the whole purpose. They decided they needed to call in a Professional. So the Search was On for an Authentic Domme. They needed a Touch of Evil, An Angel of Sin to free what's within. That's how this Domme Extraordinaire met her Everloving bear. For My bear, Bondage is about Safety, Security, and Comfort. The world narrows down to a place where he can feel held, snug in the knowledge that the rules will not change and he has a purpose to fulfill. When he is with me, when he is trussed up tight, he can explore who he really wants to be without fear or feelings getting in the way. He trusts me to push his limits and I trust him to safe word if I go too far.
When bear and I first met it was a day I will never forget. I opened my door to find this enormous man with his head bent and eyes lowered. I ushered him inside where My Wishes will not be denied. For bear, bondage is about constriction. He had decided his favorite way to achieve the sensation he needs is with packing wrap. He brought that and a stretchy hood to put him in the perfect mood. He unbuttoned his flannel to reveal a black compression shirt. Under his jeans he wore tight, ankle length bicycle pants. He dropped the jeans and stood there, clothed from top to bottom in black compression gear. He donned his hood, then he was complete. He laid down on the bed for hogtie position. Then I wrapped him completely in the plastic wrap. As tight as I could possibly seal him. Wrapped him tight with all My Might. I saw the bliss in his eyes. Happiness he could not disguise. He was finally in his safe place. Then he tripped on sub space. He entered my lair where I don't care. So do you see why bear needed me? My touch of Evil gave him the freedom to immerse in the moment. My bear went into hibernation and that is how I gave him liberation.
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