How being tied up turned into a panic attack /u/laricaci Sex

Two weeks ago, I had an experience I can’t stop thinking about. I’ve always considered myself a vanilla girl who enjoys simple, intimate sex. But the guy I was seeing is into BDSM, and after an open conversation, I decided to step out of my comfort zone and try something new.

The idea was for him to tie me up. I trusted him, so I agreed. He tied my legs first, then my hands, and finally tied my hands to my legs while I was lying on my stomach. He even left my right hand tied a bit loosely, probably so I could free myself if needed, although he didn’t mention it at the time

Despite that, I ended up having a panic attack. When he laid on top of me, I felt trapped, overwhelmed, and completely helpless. My heart was racing, I couldn’t breathe, and I felt this uncontrollable urge to escape. It wasn’t just discomfort—it was pure panic.

Now, two weeks later, I can’t stop replaying the moment in my head. I feel waves of anxiety every time I think about it. I’m wondering: does this mean BDSM isn’t for me? Was my reaction normal for someone new to this, or does it say something deeper?

For context, this was a mutual idea, and he reacted completely appropriately when I started panicking. He immediately moved away, helped untie me, and was clearly quite scared by what happened

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​r/sex Two weeks ago, I had an experience I can’t stop thinking about. I’ve always considered myself a vanilla girl who enjoys simple, intimate sex. But the guy I was seeing is into BDSM, and after an open conversation, I decided to step out of my comfort zone and try something new. The idea was for him to tie me up. I trusted him, so I agreed. He tied my legs first, then my hands, and finally tied my hands to my legs while I was lying on my stomach. He even left my right hand tied a bit loosely, probably so I could free myself if needed, although he didn’t mention it at the time Despite that, I ended up having a panic attack. When he laid on top of me, I felt trapped, overwhelmed, and completely helpless. My heart was racing, I couldn’t breathe, and I felt this uncontrollable urge to escape. It wasn’t just discomfort—it was pure panic. Now, two weeks later, I can’t stop replaying the moment in my head. I feel waves of anxiety every time I think about it. I’m wondering: does this mean BDSM isn’t for me? Was my reaction normal for someone new to this, or does it say something deeper? For context, this was a mutual idea, and he reacted completely appropriately when I started panicking. He immediately moved away, helped untie me, and was clearly quite scared by what happened submitted by /u/laricaci [link] [comments] 

Two weeks ago, I had an experience I can’t stop thinking about. I’ve always considered myself a vanilla girl who enjoys simple, intimate sex. But the guy I was seeing is into BDSM, and after an open conversation, I decided to step out of my comfort zone and try something new.

The idea was for him to tie me up. I trusted him, so I agreed. He tied my legs first, then my hands, and finally tied my hands to my legs while I was lying on my stomach. He even left my right hand tied a bit loosely, probably so I could free myself if needed, although he didn’t mention it at the time

Despite that, I ended up having a panic attack. When he laid on top of me, I felt trapped, overwhelmed, and completely helpless. My heart was racing, I couldn’t breathe, and I felt this uncontrollable urge to escape. It wasn’t just discomfort—it was pure panic.

Now, two weeks later, I can’t stop replaying the moment in my head. I feel waves of anxiety every time I think about it. I’m wondering: does this mean BDSM isn’t for me? Was my reaction normal for someone new to this, or does it say something deeper?

For context, this was a mutual idea, and he reacted completely appropriately when I started panicking. He immediately moved away, helped untie me, and was clearly quite scared by what happened

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