Of human bondage

Is it OK for writers to include their fetishes in their stories? That question came up on Reddit, and I gave a well up-voted reply.

If you’ve been reading my speeches and blog posts, you know I cover that a certain motif a bit. And there are the novels, like Offline:

She hmmmffthed and moaned, rocking her body violently against her bonds. He stared at her dispassionately.

“You say you want to know me. Now, you do. This is what it’s really like to be me.”

And Doria:

“…But if you ever talk that way around these children again, I’ll report you to the Secretariat. Got it?”

Valeriu stiffened. “You were better in the movies when you were tied up and gagged.”

And Amiga:

“He stuck a gun in my face! He tied me up! He could have killed me! You don’t forget something like that!”

He turned his face away from me. “But you can forget how to be a wife.”

And yes, also The Remainders:

She looked down at my hands. “Then can you tie me up?”

She still liked things spicy, but it became less like wasabi and more like Taco Bell sauce packets.

So, what the hell is my problem?