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No pressure

Posted in Nonfiction with tags , , , , , on August 4, 2009 by scarlettbottom

I had a few firsts the other night. I spent a night tied to a bed, knees tied together with yellow rope (“for my own protection”), wrists tied to the headboard. I slept in rope and restraints for the first time. This was also first real experience with rope (I already knew I loved it, Styrn and I experimented very briefly). I also had my first paddling, albeit very lightly. (Delicious.)

He woke up periodically to check my extremities and see that I was comfortable. That’s consideration. We went through three or four changes of restraint, different ties, different cuffs, different levels of freedom of movement. He also made some discoveries by accident, most notably my love of breath control and my addiction to corseting. The best part of having a new lover is the discoveries you make about each other, usually inadvertently, just running hands over skin and listening to breathing. The confirmation of eye contact.

He tied two ropes around my waist and ribcage (about four wraps each, doubled), which felt divine. I wondered aloud about creating a corset for waist training out of something flexible like rope- the point is the pressure on the ribcage and organs, not the posture. If I had a corset that was comfortable to sit in, I would definitely wear it all the time.

I also loved the blindfold. I don’t normally like to have things on my face, so I struggled with that for a bit, but finally I was able to relax enough to enjoy my other senses being heightened, as well as fall asleep in it.

He’s rough enough with my nipples. It’s not necessarily about the amount of pressure, but how long the sensation goes on. Like a light spanking that goes on and on.

Tomorrow night I’m going to have a few more firsts. I’m going to be tied up by a rigger at a bondage club. I’m excited about it. Because it’s my first time working with this guy, we’re not doing suspension (in the name of safety). Regardless, this should be thrilling. It’s also going to be my first time playing in public, which might be overwhelming. Plus it’s going to be in front of one of the Doms I most admire, so I have to be on my absolute best behavior to make a good impression. No pressure.

Rope

Posted in Fiction with tags , , , on June 27, 2009 by scarlettbottom

Shibari is sexy. Very sexy.

I’ve seen it a couple times, like a performance, but never had it done to me. I think the biggest obstacle is how long it takes to learn the skills and then how long it takes to actually tie someone up. Regardless, I’m having fantasies.

My fantasy is this: My boyfriend and I are going to have a lesson. A lesson in Shibari, with a guy we met at a party, who happens to be an expert. I of course am not going to learn much, but Styrn is going to learn a lot, about the rope, the knots, and me. Of course I’d have to do the convincing, talking him into it, providing the enthusiasm, setting up the private appointment, but it’s all worth it because now I’m standing naked in front of not just Styrn, but this man who is practically a stranger. An oh-so-experienced stranger. Who is about to tie me up in knots that I would never be able to get out of.

In my fantasy, I stand in a spotlight in a darkened room. There’s some exhibitionism for you. Styrn and our teacher stand behind me, holding my arms together behind my back, slipping lengths of rope around my wrists and elbows. Their concentration is on the rope, the knots. Except that I am getting more and more excited, listening to them talk clinically about the very heavy bondage I am about to be subjected to.

When the rope wraps around my upper arms I jerk involuntarily, and the attention is suddenly transferred to me. To my bare skin. To the flesh bulging slightly between the very tight ropes. To my breath, suddenly very loud in the nearly empty room.

Styrn comes around to look into my face. I can barely focus on him. Taking my chin in his hand, he commands me to stand still, or else we’ll have to go home right away because disobedient girls don’t get treats like rope bondage classes. I can see from his expression that he is turned on because I am. As he walks around me to continue the lesson, he passes one hand over my waist and drops to my pussy. He finds me soaking.