Dec 31, 2012


Well 2012 has come to an end. I can say without a doubt, that 2012 was the best year of my life. It had a couple downs, but the ups far outweighed them. 2012 hosted the massive growth of my kink life, the best new friendships that I could have dreamed of, the birth of this blog, my dive into Twitter, and the best relationship I've ever had with an amazing guy.

To those who were there to share the amazing experiences that this blog describes, Thank You.
To those who made those experiences possible for me, Thank You.
To those who read this blog and follow me on Twitter, Thank You.
To those who dared me to dive and those who pushed me when I wouldn't, Thank You.

I'm a completely different person than I was one year ago, and I owe it to all of you.  Here's to 2012!

That said, I'm looking forward to 2013 and the amazing things that it will bring!  I hope to make it better than 2012, so here's to 2013!

Dec 25, 2012

Why Bondage?

Earlier today, I found myself thinking about bondage, as I do every day. A question came to mind that seemed far too important to just shrug off or think about later: Why do I like bondage? Is there more to it than simply enjoying the feeling of having no control? Indeed, there is.

The question arose upon the sight of a person who had been handcuffed. It made me think about how much I enjoy being handcuffed, even when just lounging around the house. The memory of being kept in handcuffs as we ate dinner one night in minneapolis came to mind, which you can read about here. Then the purpose of the restraints worked its way into my thoughts. They're meant to keep someone from doing something. Why then, would I enjoy having that freedom taken away from me if I planned on doing nothing with it? The same goes for many other bondage scenes that I've found myself subject to in the past. Why do I willingly allow someone to restrain me when I plan to fully cooperate with their demands?

Of course, there are the simple answers. "It's hot to be bound". "I love giving up control to another guy". There's more to it though. On a deeper level. Encased in layers of latex, electro pulsing deep inside you, strapped down to a table, unable to move, and the flow of air through a gas mask as your only link to the outside world. Nothing but a simple pair of handcuffs. Either way, it's all the same. We want to be bound for a reason, but what is that reason?

To find the answer, I had to think hard about my past experiences. What I have come up with is quite simple. 'Importance'. When you give yourself to a Dom, you allow them to accept control of you, accept your freedom, and accept your trust in them. In turn, you feel important. Wanted. Cared for. It helps to fill a desire for attention, however small or large. It isn't necessarily an emotional connection. It's a basic human need.

Dec 24, 2012

Happy Holidays!

Wishing you all a

Kinky Holiday!


Dec 10, 2012

Blog Updates

Well I've made a few recent updates to this blog.

For starters, I decided that the navigation/info bar should be on the left side of the site, rather than the right. While I was at it, I tweaked some fonts and font colors for links, headers, and posts. I have also moved images in posts to be side by side, rather than one single long column, making posts easier to scroll through.

And, then a problem arose. For some reason, the font in about 90% of my posts had been completely corrupted and changed from my default font. Because of this, the font of those posts was reduced to a size that was vey uncomfortable to read. I spent two nights sorting through the the HTML of each bad post to correct the problem. It's finally done and my posts are uniform again :) If you've struggled through that problem with the text, I apologize.

Other than that, you may have noticed the new scrolling text in the top of the left bar. I thought it was a good way of explaining what my name, "boundand" means.

Enjoy the new changes!

Dec 4, 2012

Cut Off

I created this blog to share my experiences in kink. So far, I've been extremely fortunate and have been able to post entirely about positive and exciting events and activities of my kink life. It is a fact however, that life has its ups and downs.  Unfortunately, I'm currently in a trough.

As the fall semester begins to draw to a close, it's becoming more apparent to me just how alone I am down here. So many of my kinky friends are at least 1,000 miles away, one of those guys being my very close friend, AlwaysRight. That distance feels twice as far as it used to with the added hindrance of my ability to travel.

Right now, my only link to it all is through these 2,537,472 pixels. As such, I'm going to try to focus on my blog a bit more. So far, I've changed the layout of my blog slightly. I have also edited my old posts with pictures so they show up side by side instead of one long column of images. I have a few ideas for posts that I'm working on, so keep reading!

Dec 3, 2012


In my most recent post about my first MIR, I briefly mentioned my time at a pair of bars one evening during the event. Here is that experience in a little more detail along with something I learned about myself:

I was kneeling in a leather bar, wearing a rubber shirt and jeans. My hands were handcuffed behind my back and I rubbed my head against a young Dom's leg as he rubbed my head with his hand. Another Dom friend, Fossil9, stood with us. The floor was cold, hard, uncomfortable concrete.  Strangers looked on with interest. Oddly though, I was as comfortable as one might be in a warm bed after a long day.

This was somewhat of a moment of revelation to me. Sure, I knew I enjoyed submitting. I knew I enjoyed kneeling. I certainly knew I enjoyed being restrained, even in its simplest form. For some reason though, it all hit me at that moment. As I look back on it, I think it had to do with the fact that my time kneeling that night was unlike any other times I had knelt by my Dom. In that particular instance, there was little else to keep me busy. There were no orders to carry out or goals to meet. There was no 'scene' to keep my mind occupied. I was just a sub with his thoughts, in his place at the Dom's feet.  And it was perfect.