The first item on my BDSM to-buy list was chain.
I feel maybe this was a slightly unconventional way to start. Maybe it
came about partially because I appreciate the fantasy element and
symbolism of a damsel in chains. James and I went to the hardware store
and I aske
d him to have the lengths cut and to make
the purchase while I wandered elsewhere - there was no way I
could
handle being asked about it. It's good I left, too, because people were
curious. We got rope at the same time, but we didn't touch that until
recently. No, it was the chains we used.
We have two each of two, three and five foot lengths, plus a bunch of doubl
e-sided snap hooks. The whole setup cost us less than 4
0 dollars. We keep them in a plastic shoebox, which is pleasantly heavy for its size - not surprising, considering its contents. Opening the lid reveals
shining metal links and smooth black leather - an appealing combination.
They are remarkabl
y easy to use, especially for a beginner - just clip t
hem wherever you
want them. You can clip them to cuffs or a collar, wrap them around
limbs and body, or loop and clip them around furniture. They are quick
and ea
sy to snap into
place, and can be adjusted with ease just by moving the clip over a
link or two. The learning curve is gentle - you don't have to look up
knots and manage large amounts of rope. If something goes
wrong, the chains can be off in seconds without needing safety scissors.
Chains are lovely in a more artistic sense as well. You can connect
them in odd places, creating erratic...erotic...lines over skin. You can c
hange
the
pattern as much as you want, however radically you want, with just a
few simple clips. They form a beautiful, terrible, tangled mess of links
that, for all its
complication, is easy to change and remove when you are ready for the
next part of your play. While they aren't nearly as tight and secure as
rope, escape is not usually on my mind.
Their sound is hypnotic. Hearing the clink of them when my eyes are
covered. Imagining James holding th
em, moving them, finding the clips
and planning what to do with the chains and with my
body. Hearing the rattle and soft thump as they fall to a heap on the
bed, wondering how they will be used, and when I will feel them brush
against my skin.The links of the chain are smooth as they
pull across my skin.
They are heavy and hard and my flesh yields as they pull against me, my
skin molding against the metal. They are always cold. I flinch and my
skin quivers as they touch m
e, whether they are wrapped around me or slowly coiled in a shiny, cold pile on my belly
. It's cool and lovely in the summer, but in the winter I sometimes lay under a blanket while the chi
ll
of the chains permeates my body. Waiting for my body to heat them and
itself. Sometimes we place them in front of a heater beforehand, or wrap
them in a blanket and put them in the bed with us. Then they are warm,
and I can be exposed entirely to the chill air...and my Sir's eyes.
They weigh heavy on my limbs and
body. The physical weight enforces the psychological lethargy that
comes with being submissive.
"I'll only move if you want me to."
Sometimes he attaches the chains to the rings on my collar, and the
weight of them on my neck and shoulders reminds me that I am his. Or
perhaps they are attach
ed to my wrist cuffs, weighing my normally busy, frisky hands down. Or across my neck, che
st, and back as I press my face into the sheets and feel His big, warm hands brushing along my backside, su
ch a welcome contrast to the cold, smooth links He uses to keep me bound.
-S