My adaptable bed

I have a wood-frame bed, queen-sized. When my wife and I were dividing up the furniture during our divorce I made it a priority to get this bed. Because wood is so adaptable, and I had plans. I drilled holes and installed four large eye-bolts, one at each corner. I got wrist and ankle cuffs, chain and clasps. They're for bondage.

Been there, done that, want to do it again.

Back when I was in the local BDSM community, a Domme came over one day and we had an enjoyable time. Found out that my homemade bondage system was indeed easy to use and secure. After some naked boot worship, she had me kneel at the foot of the bed, facing it, and she fastnened my wrists to the eyebolts at the foot of the bed. This kept me in position while she flogged me. I could writhe, but there was no way I was going to get away until she released my cuffs. Then she had me lie on my back on the bed and she stretched me out to the four corners.

This is something I'd fantasized about for a long time--being exposed and vulnerable like that, and teased. I wanted to know what it would be like to have an orgasm while tied down spread-eagled. My natural reaction (every man's?) when I have an orgasm is to bring my legs together. What would it be like if I couldn't, I wondered. I was curious what it would feel like in my muscles, too. My orgasm isn't just a genital experience--my large muscles contract strongly. What if they were constrained? I imagined the orgasm would be more intense. I wanted to find out.

So I was very pleased when the Domme got me spread-eagled on my bed, on my back. She did tease me, and lightly tortured my nipples, cock, and balls. We both got very turned on, and my helplessness was definitely fueling our arousal. I thought that my fantasy was about to come true.

But after a while the Domme told me she was worn out. She was short on sleep and fighting a cold, and had been burning the candle at both ends, so to speak, dripping hot wax on me and who knows how many other subs that weekend. She just didn't have the energy for any more play. She was apologetic. I was understanding. She released me, and had me masturbate for her. This was pleasurable, of course. But in a sense I was left high and dry, my fantasy of the restrained orgasm unfulfilled.

We parted with a hug and a kiss. I thought we'd had a good start with bondage, and looked forward to getting together with her again. And we did, once, in another setting. But then she moved off in a different direction in her life, and I haven't seen her since.

Today I removed the eyebolts from my bed. It's a matter of focus and sequence. I still want very much to be spread-eagled and teased, but before that I want to get into bed for some more conventional lovemaking. And while the eyebolts were well-hidden when the bed is made, just turning the covers back exposes at least one of them. I don't want a woman to discover the eyebolts just as we're getting naked for the first time. I expect they'd be off-putting. This is my fantasy, probably not hers, and I don't want to lead with my fantasies. At any point in a relationship. A basic premise of a Female-Led Relationship is that we do things her way, when she wants to.

If and when I get into such a relationship and she decides she wants to chain me down to the bed, it won't take long to re-install the eyebolts. Wood is adaptable, after all. And I want to be adaptable, too.