Bondage Blog

Lots of bondage-loving pervs enjoy the fantasy of a good kidnap scene. The trouble is, it’s tricky and dangerous to play that game, even when everybody involved is all for it, for a variety of practical reasons. (See here for a fairly long list of them, courtesy of Mistress Matisse). If knife-wielding butch lesbians don’t convince you, you can’t be convinced:

I was at a party with a large group of kinky lesbians. It was getting late and people were starting to trickle out, when suddenly we all heard, from outside the house, a woman’s piercing scream. Now, if you hang around the kink community you hear some screams now and then, and one learns to interpret their various meanings. This was not a happy scream—this was a scream that clearly indicated something bad was happening.

Everyone instantly poured out into the street to find one of the guests—struggling and still screaming—being pulled toward a car by two men. I don’t have to tell you how three dozen BDSM dykes—many of whom are in the habit of carrying knives—are going to respond to such a situation. Seeing a swarm of outraged Valkyries descending on them with violent reprisal clearly on their minds, the two guys let go of the woman, threw their hands in the air and yelled, “It’s just a scene! It’s a kidnapping scene!”

It’s hard to explain yourself coherently when you’re pinned against a car with a large, pissed-off butch pressing her elbow down on your throat, but gradually the would-be kidnappers managed to convince us that what we were seeing really was part of an agreed-upon kidnapping scene between two women. The problem was that the top had decided to add a bit of spice to the game by having her two male friends do the initial grab, and not knowing the kidnappee personally, they’d grabbed the wrong woman.

Oopsie!