⚠️ Content warning: this post discusses BDSM, bondage and restraint, nudity and subspace. Also tacos.

Sometimes the kinkiest things are when kink is blended with the mundane.

Funiculosus came to stay over. He wanted to cook for me and had chosen to make me crispy tacos filled with fajita spiced pork, and homemade guacamole and salsa. However, since it was still early, we decided to go upstairs to play for a bit.

I got naked and put on a pair of socks and a jock that he picked out for me from my fun box. He brought his ropes upstairs. But we forgot to lock the dog in the kitchen.

I stood on the rug in the bedroom with my eyes closed. He stroked my body, sending me into subspace. His touch is part of what sends me there, but also his smell: he is imprinted on me and now breathing in the air next to his body is almost enough on its own to cause me to drop.

At his touch, the stresses of the week fell away and became irrelevant.

Of course, the dog came upstairs. She’s not allowed and knows it, but was curious because she wanted to see what we were doing.

I had lost the power to move or speak, so she stayed upstairs, snuffling around and getting tangled in the rope. I guess she knew that she’d best not get to excited, because then she would be banished! Funiculosus is brilliant by with her and loves her too.

He wove the chest harness round me, binding my hands behind my back. This harness was snug and I felt safe and held.

I could hear him talking to the dog, but I couldn’t follow what was said. I was in a pink fluffy headspace.

He carefully led me downstairs to the kitchen, going first in case I fell. I was in no danger.

In the kitchen he put me onto a stool and began to prepare dinner.

I slowly emerged from my happy place as I needed to tell him where things were and how to turn on the oven and so forth.

He cooked and chuntered away. The guacamole and salsa he’d made before he came, so it was only the meat and tacos that needed preparation.

All the time I am sat on the stool in nothing but jocks and socks, with my hands restrained behind my back, embraced in rope. Swaying slightly in a kind of ecstasy.

Shortly before tea was ready, he unbound me – always staying in sight of the cooking food. I threw some clothes on and we sat to the table.

Isn’t it wonderful when you find somebody with a compatible weirdness?