Sibling Bonding Delving Into Something New

I loved binding and gagging myself. But I recognised the need to get a grip of my fetish, keep my desires in check. It very quickly got to the point where bondage was all I could think about. I'd be out and about in town, meeting my friends, shopping, or just chilling downstairs with Melissa, and my mind would be drawn to what I'd do that night, how I'd experiment, the situation I'd imagine myself to be in. They were titillating thoughts but were ones that were beginning to consume me. I recognised the signs. I was quickly becoming an addict. But like any addict that was getting such pleasure from their addiction, their vices, I didn't care. I knew I should, but didn't want to put it to bed. After all, suppressing such strong desires, couldn't be healthy, could it?