One of my pet peeves is that there are so very few actual
bondage stories out there, as opposed to BDSM stories that happen to have a lot of bondage included along with the D/s and the SM. The very few I have found all seem to be a variant of “woman is introduced to consensual bedroom bondage games by a partner, and find that she likes it.” To make it worse, I’m either oversensitive or else most other people are blind to just how much SM there is in various “bondage” stories. It makes me feel like a character in the Monty Python “Spam” skit:
Me: Don’t you have any stories without SM in them?
Them: Well, there’s this story, featuring SM, SM, SM, bondage, and SM – it only has a
little SM in it…
Now D/s I’m OK with – as long as the D/s is SM-free. This means leaving out humiliation, degradation, and other forms of “mental” SM, as well as excluding the straight-up physical-pain-for-teh-sexy sort of SM. For a long time, I thought I didn’t much like D/s either, but I’m actually a big fan of fantasy female enslavement. It turned out that I was confused by so much of the D/s fiction out there having SM mixed in with it.
I really am most sincerely allergic to SM, to inflicting pain, humiliation, and degradation for “teh sexy.” Instead, what rocks my boat is when pleasure is “inflicted” on the “victim.” Instead of being a character in the Spam skit, I want to be the Monty Python version of the Spanish Inquisition, where the cuffs and collars are comfy, and the “punishments” pleasant ones. (“Cardinal Fang, give her fifteen caresses with the lambswool duster.”)
So I love bondage. I love the fantasy of a bound and barefoot slavegirl, struggling helplessly without the slightest possibility of either hurting herself or getting loose. I love the idea of her cuddling with an affectionate master, as opposed to her being treated like a sexual chew-toy by a bastard master in love with his own masterlyness. I love stories that either leave off the whippings and the groveling in the dirt, or that relegate these things to the villains’ acts of villainy, without any sexiness being imputed to them at all. But stories about these things are so rare that I have to write them myself, and the desire to see more such stories in existence is a major motivator of my writing.
Now this does create certain problems with plotting the stories I want to write. “Slavegirl suffers and struggles under the boot of a Master in love with his own masterlyness” is an easy plot to fall into. So easy, in fact, as to be a trap. Even though I dislike it, I have to make a conscious effort to avoid it. Thus far, I’ve found the best way to avoid this trap is to adopt a template along the lines of “He’s a Master. She’s his slave girl. Together, they fight crime!”
(Note: This is a newer version of the essay; I've also kept
the old version for the sake of reference and to preserve the comments.)