Rope Pride Flag

I remember first seeing a gay pride flag in a antiquated bohemian tourist trap in Arkansas. It seemed most every business had it either waving in front of their business or in sticker form on their door. I never really paid too much attention to their significance, all cultures of whatever variety have some sort of icon to easily identify with others of a similar mind. From the Grateful Dead’s “Stealie” to the Jolly Roger; there has to be an insignia of some sort for whatever fringe culture might be out there. Which is why I like seeing the Rope Pride Flag.

To me the point in this particular debate that is reinforced is that all good ideas evolve; a discussion like this will inspire something special in someone without them even realizing it. Much like playing music, riffing and grooving til you find the magic passage of chords.

There has been a great deal of discussion about it on Graydancers blog. I like the simplicity of the first design, which is very cool, but this latest version really shines. The rope bondage community, like all ad hoc groups, has no design committee to decide what sort of flag rope lovers must fly, its an egalitarian choice made by the individuals who make up the community.

Jay

Sharing The Ropey Goodness

We met a M/s couple recently, who are new to are area, and have an interest in kink.  He was slender and confident, she the picture of dark desire, a very nice, pleasant couple; who shared with us mutual interest in business, eating healthy, and kink. We chatted a while eating a bite of pizza, talking about respective lives, interests, and the inability to attend enough play parties.

We made a group decision to take things back to our play space, delaying our drive only momentarily to purchase some liquid spirits. After arriving at our pad we talked for a bit, then got the rope out for a demonstration. I would not dare pass up a chance to show off G or get a chance to tie someone.

I did a basic suspension with Georgia stringing her up,  face down, then spinning and swinging her, getting her to laugh with delight. This entertained our audience quite a bit, displaying G’s legs languidly, her slender body sparkled in the reflection of the overhead light.

By happenstance it turned out to be the deftest I have ever tied Georgia, it was a simple tie, yet held her quite comfortably. My reward of course for tying G so quickly is that I forgot exactly how I did it so fast.

Then our female guest wanted to be tied, and with her Masters permission she was about to be. Honestly, I was quite apprehensive. I was confident in my ability, confident with what sort of tie I would use, for better or worse. In my mind I reminded myself of the basic rules of rope safety,  trying to suppress the nightmare images of the bottom dropping three feet down face first on a hard surface. I was looking forward to the opportunity though; since usually I am tying Georgia, this was a different person, with a different body type. I needed to make sure she communicated with me, and I with her. Even though her role is a slave, communicating and watching their response is crucial to ensuring good productive playtime.

I stuck with simplicity, wraps around the trunk of the body, tying hands, breasts, hips, and ankles. Making sure the knots were tight, confident nothing would slip, checking the wraps again, I felt good about what I had done. Once I had her tied, she went airborne and it looked something like this.

After the first time suspended, we let her down for a few, asked her how she felt, checked her body, then to my surprise she wanted to be suspended again. How could I say no?

It was a stimulating erotic evening, being stopped only by the lateness of the hour. Smiling satisfied with each other G and I communicated effectively.  Also, we learned some important lessons in rope suspension for an audience. Experiences like this strengthen mine and Georgia’s relationship. We become closer to each other as our minds begin to think as one when we share play space with others.

Jay