Hitching Rings in the Kitchen

When we play Alexandra and I discard our conventional selves and adopt roles. BDSM is theater.

In calling them roles there no suggestion that we are merely actors. It is more as if we are remixing ourselves; certain parts of our selves come to the front.

Some say that calling D/s and S&M theater is trivializing. The earliest dramas, even comedies were serious explorations of truth. Some of early plays were sacred in origin.

Theater sometimes needs props.

As Alexandra mentioned I attached hitching rings at the side of the wide archway between the dining and living rooms. This gives her ready access to every part of my flesh. I think she’s pretty happy with it.

I’d like to make it work better. I took a dislike to the wooden paneling on site: the regrettable aesthetics of a day well gone. The paneling made it tough to fix the hitching rings where seemed best. And for the time being I haven’t tried to install a pair for my ankles.

For the safety of my joints where the rings are positions leaves me looser than I like. My masochism needs tighter restraint. (That may seem fussy but Alexandra can be fussy as well: you have to do what works for you.)

The rings are good enough but I think something like a St. Andrews cross designed for my body’s biomechanics will be worth looking into.