Forniphilia – the practice using a persons body to create furniture
Do I enjoy being turned into a piece of furniture? Well the answer to that is quite tricky. My immediate response is a big no. However when I explore that a bit more it’s not quite that simple.
I believed it was a form of honour bondage, an act of making me stay in one place without the physical bindings keeping me there. This is the part that really doesn’t work for me. I love the physical restraint, being forced to stay still against my will but clearly with consent.
Not only that, I’m a fidget, I can’t stay still. Even when having this image taken, I could feel myself rocking all over the place. I’m someone that has to keep moving, even if sitting watching the TV I’m checking my phone or playing a game at the same time. I need to keep busy and I think this quite sums me up perfectly.
“Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.”
Albert Einstein
But I digress…back to forniphilia.
There was also an occasion when The Keeper was about to start needleplay on someone else, he offered them me as a footstool so they could get up onto the table easily. It was said in jest and my response to him made clear how I felt about that.
However, there is another side to forniphilia that may actually work for me. It’s the side with the more restrictive bondage. The side that gives you an added element of humiliation. For example, me having to serve a group of people from a tray that’s being held in place with nipple clamps. Or me being used as a table, bent in such a position that my cunt and arse are exposed and on show for everyone to see.
So maybe, in a way, the footstool idea could have worked for me if I hadn’t brushed it off as a passing comment and I’d actually given it as much thought as I have now. So whilst my knee jerk reaction to this kink is a no, perhaps I actually do like being part of the furniture.