I know exactly how she feels. That helpless feeling is such an aphrodisiac! I don't need to be handcuffed to get this feeling. Usually just the disparity in size & temperament between me & the sort of guys I'm attracted to are enough to make it clear that they can do anything they want with me & I'd be unable to put up anything save token resistance. But bondage definitely enhances & intensifies that already heady sense of helplessness. When Daddy snaps those cuffs around my wrists, it's like a switch: I get instantly turned on. I'm all hot & melty-inside.  I seem to become softer & more pliant.  More open to anything. I don't care about consequences anymore. And I know it turns Daddy on, too, to see me bound & helpless, to know that, if only theoretically, he can do absolutely anything he wants to me. Naturally, knowing that he senses this turns me on even more. My vulnerability, always implied, is now visually, explicitly apparent. I've become objectified. I've become a potential victim.

I've read many theories about why people get off on bondage & they're probably all true to one degree or another. In the end, though, theory doesn't matter; theory dissolves in the heat of the moment. For me the feeling of submission is so powerfully, hypnotically erotic that I've always had to be particularly careful who I chose to play with ahead of time so as not to get in over my head with a real psychopath. Because once play actually started, it would be too late for me to swim back to the shores of so-called "reason." The truth is that part of me is pulled in the direction of the ultimate surrender & semi-voluntary death that lies at the heart of the victim's role in any BDSM scenario, especially if it could somehow be made relatively pain-free and maintained sensual to the end. There are surely worse ways to die—at least in the imagination.