Why the fuck not?
Continuity.
You tear yourself away from intense study of Japanese knot-work - this is not a weed - and sit down to write up a bondage story. Laboured imagery. You end up tied in knots over the continuity.
She's trussed his left wrist to the...proper bedpost. And her right ankle is strapped to the...improper bedpost. The leg-bone's connected to the...
Sounds like a cue for a song.
Later. Now the woman's knee - any old one will do - is nestled against the guy's...anatomical description torn from a medical dictionary...and the readers are forced to reach for said tome.
Halfway through this technical diagram, they all stop for a cup of tea: served by the butler, in his French Maid's uniform. The feather duster is an optional extra. There's a small charge.
If you find yourself writing that stuff, you may be tempted to include a glossary. The main problem with porn, erotica, and all that material, is that you cater to a tiny fervently-dedicated clientèle once you carry the work into the realms of a gynaecological manual.
Again, continuity is a factor.
Writing a bondage scene is like any other scene. Atmosphere is important.
I've written this sort of fiction, but only for comedy-purposes. That's the atmosphere I conjure up. I can't help it. The duster is for tickling and tickling is funny. There's a rule about that, and three laws in Switzerland. One of those also relates to chocolate.
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