About 25 years ago now I used to ride a bus to school. You know how there always seems to be one person on every bus who knows all and tells much to everyone in general? On my ride home there was always this woman who editorialized about her high morality and the degeneracy of pretty much everyone else. I tuned her out most of the time but she said one thing that’s reverberated since: she was so glad laws are so strict because otherwise she’d shoplift, steal, and assault people all the time.

I’m an optimistic man but not an entirely naive one. I think she was mistaken. I thing that, under normal circumstances, most people don’t need laws to do the right thing.

I’ve seen several posts over the last year that have reminded me of that.

First, there’s this one from the extremely creative Phillip at hotaction.ca

I’ll get back to writing in a few days. I kidnapped a beautiful heiress and I’ve been holding her for ransom. Here are a few photos I took today, deep in my forest hideout.

[He includes six photos of a partner handcuffed in the woods including

this one. —fl]

Then there’s a photo ThatGirl of [the now-dark] thatgirl’s life took around the time of her own trip into the woods.

[now-unavailable image of erstwhile blogger ThatGirl bound to a tree by the chain connecting her nipple clamps]

And, on a similar theme this afternoon, Ruby Princess of [also now-dark] Paths, plights, and perils posted the following

you get to catch a glimpse of my evening bound to the bedpost. do tell me, what you think of my predicament? you wouldn’t take advantage now, would you?

[now-unavailable image of now-dark blogger Ruby Princess partially dressed and chained to a bedpost]

The funny thing (not really even that funny) is that like most people if I found a naked woman tied to a tree in the woods or chained to a bed I’d go all boy-scout, unbind her, wrap her in a blanket, call 911, try to secure the area as best I could, the whole straight-arrow, true-blue, what-can-I-do-to-help routine. Unless she said “thanks, I appreciate your offer to help but I’m in the middle of playing a scene with Phillip,” and even then I’d almost certainly apologize and withdraw rather than take advantage of her situation.

On the other hand it would excite me terribly to play a scene like that with someone who’d bound herself voluntarily. (Allowing me to surpress my involuntary boy-scout reflex — but with the emphasis on “allow to supress”.) Under those circumstances I’d walk up behind her, whisper in her ear “Don’t say ‘uncle’ unless you want me to stop…” and after a decent pause to let her back out, I’d absolutely take advantage of her generous offer.

Questions, assuming you’d put yourself in this position voluntarily: If you were blindfolded would you want to remain blindfolded or would you rather be able to watch my hands reach around you, touch your collarbones and then move purposfully downward? Would it make a difference if you knew how much it would turn me on to make you watch? Remembering you could always say “uncle” would you prefer to be treated gently or roughly? Would you prefer that I treated you as if I was your captor, with the full dominant/submissive subspace experience, or would it be even more intense if I was a rescuer who, despite his best intentions, succumbed to temptation — maybe accidentally touching your breasts as he reached up to untie you or maybe noticing how aroused you were as he bent to unchain your legs? (Mmm, the more I think about it the more I like that reluctant-ravisher/irresistable-ravishee bottomed from the top scenario.)