Please note: the below post has some mature content in it. Do not read if you are likely to be offended by it.

As I walked out of work, I was smiling to myself because I’ve been having kinky thoughts all day and some of yesterday. I thought, “Sometimes I think rope is my best friend.” In jest of course, but it is not far from the truth. I love kink in a kaleidoscope of forms and patterns, and rope is one of the most base elements of those celebrated experiences.

I keep having fantasies intrude into my thoughts, and sometimes it’s hard to differentiate between the fantasy life that is playing itself out behind my eyes and the real world that I’m attempting to interact in. (My imagination is quite active.) Today I had this fantasy about being bound and locked in a closet or box overnight with my hands behind my back and something sizable inserted in my ass. Simple for certain, and I could embellish the details surrounding the scenario as much as I like. What let up to this happening, what will happen later, who/how/why etc. Sometimes the simple little fantasies, things we can imagine and bring to life thuroughly are the most potent.

I find that I often fixate on a moment, or a short space of time. One specific event or occurance in a larger tableaux of time. Above it’s the aspect of being locked in an enclosed space. I can feel how uncomfortable it is to have my hands tied behind my back and my ankles and knees tied together. I can feel the tightness of a gag, or a hood over my head. I can feel the constriction of my ass around something that I imagine might be too big for me to handle with any real comfort. I can smell and taste my sweat and I get chills at the claustrophobic aspect of it. The little details, like my cock dripping on my leg, or having a sense of light somewhere at the edges of the locked door. The emotional fear, or perhaps pain, or anger if this is involuntary. The moments spent considering the situation to see if an escape is possible. The burning hunger inside that craves the discomfort and challenge, as well as the part that hates it and feels a little ashamed of it. All of these things coalesce in a strong sensory image/memory that drives me wild the more I focus on it. Add a little bit of physical stimulation to enhance the mental aspect, a short piece of rope around my balls, laying on my arms to trap them, or putting a pillow over my head and that image, that visualization can bridge the gulf between reality and fantasy.

I’m realizing as I write this that magic is much the same. The art that we practice, causing our imagination, the real sensory experiences of our desire to move into the physical plane is sometimes as simple as making it real and giving it just a small physical component. A lot of sympathetic magic works on this principle. When you make a poppet or doll, or use a flower to represent your garden, or a paper boat to represent a real one, you are giving it a real physical element that represents the conditions playing out in your mental and emotional imagery.