Mindfucking.

Much better than being a sinner in the hands of an angry God is being a toy in the hands of a woman with a sick sense of humor. Leave whips and chains out of it (well, leave chains in it)--I'm most excited in situations that most closely resemble cruel pranks. This is probably part of why I love being tied up with tape, electrical cords, saran wrap, even handcuffs are great because of the potential for sneaky bondage attacks.

Although I understand the appeal of the stern Maitresse in leather and a well-equipped dungeon full of leather and metal, I'm helplessly excited by bratty punk girls who sit on me and fuck with me just for being so easy to fuck with.

Mindfucks can go pretty deep. If someone knows what they're doing, and wants to, they can leave you feeling like you're locked inside your own head, like they could just turn the lights off and leave you to rock back and forth for a while. People who overanalyze and supersensualize the world are probably the most susceptible--I visualize everything, I remember everything, I narrate everything as it's happening to me so something said or done to me can come back and blow up like a timebomb at inopportune moments.

Once an image gets into my head it stays there a long time, and it doesn't take much to bring it back. Just a couple of words are enough to push me in and shut the door. A wicked laugh, to let me know it was all deliberate, turns the key and locks me in.