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.


Adventures W/Rope: Lessons Learn-ed

Over the last week Georgia and I have been able to have some quality practice time with our rope; my technique is finally starting to evolve for the better.

Having a small about of hemp rope, but a little more nylon rope; I am seeing the difference between nylon and hemp. I enjoy using both materials; each has its own benefits depending on the situation. Nylon is  available at the local hardware store, and I live in a geographic region where your only option for hemp is online.

Hemp looks really really good against skin; Georgia’s skin tone is such that it really brings out the color of the rope. The way the material lays purveys a raw earthy sort of tone about the rope, hemp mysterious allure can almost take you back in time it seems. On the other hand nylon is fun ! Soft in your hands, its like snuggling against your favorite blanket. Nylon looks good and there are some sexy pics with nylon, but I love the hemp look, hopefully soon we will have some more to play with.

As far as stretching or that type of difference I haven’t done enough suspension with hemp to notice, the hemp I have is 6mm and not long enough to do enough wraps for good suspension; 8mm is better for G’s skin and body type.

When rigging Georgia I have to be mindful of her neck when I suspend her, I try to keep her head above her body and square over her shoulders. No easy task. So all of my ties are done with that in mind; which suffice to say has been a fun process figuring out what works and what doesn’t.

And one last thing I really need to get a bigger, better O ring.


Loving Rope Suspension

In between attaching new hard points around the house, I tie Georgia in various ways, sometimes when she is tied I will tease her body mercilessly. We are becoming lushes for suspension, since having a solid joiner to attach our rope to, we have not wasted a chance using it.

Last night we fooled around a bit to try things we had talked about, seeing how the knots held, and what positions were most comfortable with Georgia. Yes, we are using a solid braid nylon as we just do not have enough hemp to suspend with.

Our first few forays have taught us a few things such as: nylon is soft, a bit slippery; since its softer it will burn or chafe if you are not careful, or provide proper aftercare for any rope burns; we need a bigger O ring. Finally communicating through the entire process is key, I have gotten much better about this as initially all my anxious thoughts were about how to tie the damn rope, but now I am much more at ease which means I am much more communicative with G. Plus it makes for a much more erotic act.

Clinically speaking its been quite a bit of fun, nor has it been as physically taxing as one might think. Still though you have to work up to being suspended for longer periods of time, stretching before and after, if possible, are very beneficial to the overall experience.


Bright Podcast

Stumbled across a podcast from a couple of Canadians, though I wont hold that against them. Their podcast is a new, refreshingly laid back approach and subdued tone you dont often find in podcasts. They talk about all areas of kink, a couple of episodes involve interviews with John Baku, the founder of Fetlife, and Graydancer, the humble steward of the bondage capital of the world.

Feel free to download from the itunes or listen to them on the web.

Enjoy !


Impromptu Slave

It was one of those subdued mornings, birds chirping excitedly under the flat gray sky’s, dampness hung the air as I felt the cool breeze through the opened window.  I wanted to stay in bed, bury myself into Georgia, her feeling my erection grow into her; we are pathological morning sex people.

Usually when we have a day together we have quite a bit of play time to break up the routines of the day; but this day was one distraction after another, household chores, and last minute visits with friends departing town. I had to withhold my impulsive want to wrap my hands around G’s hips, lusting after he walking in a green sarong.

When we finally had a moment together at the end of the day it was all about connection between us. Our attraction to each other was intense, drawn to each other in the most primitive way. She looked into me with submissive green eyes as she stood giving herself to me, knowing what we both ached for.

There were no words between us as I began to remove the sarong and black tank top.  I turned her around, feeling naked skin beneath my fingers that was electric to the touch. Standing behind Georgia, I pressed myself against her skin, feeling her melt into me, I then started to wrap the rope around her breasts, finishing by tying her hands behind her back, then looping the rope to the O-ring dangling over us. I then instructed her to sit on her knees, guiding her down, I grabbed her round ass firmly, running my hand in circles over the hot skin. I then covered her eyes with a black scarf, fixing it properly on her face, she was now completely submissive to me.

I brought over the paddle, told her to bow as far as she could the rope holding her in place. Her tightened ass was presented for me perfectly, the first smack caused her to emit a slight excited squeal, her not knowing it was coming made it all the more sexy. I gave her red cheeks another swat, each time lingering with the paddle, swatting her ass a few more times, she embraced each slap, wanting to feel the firmness of the hot leather against her supple round behind.

I told her to rise up from her bow in front of me, letting her feel the absence of the paddle against her body, making her hunger for it all the more. I told her she was my slave, my pet, my toy, she was craving me inside of her, she told me so several times. Repeating to me.

“I love you, I love your  cock, may I please have it ?”

Telling her to open her mouth for me, she obeyed, looking around through covered eyes searching for my voice, straining against the rope she was reaching out with her tongue for my body. I enjoyed the pleasure of seeing her want me, she was writhing, her hips moving on an unseen body, her lips open and wet for me. I step forward to her, inserting myself into her wet wanting mouth, I was stiff, thrusting into her she submitted to me completely, giving herself to me, as my fat wet cock worked back and forth against her lips. My hands ran through her red hair, holding her head against my cock, using her mouth to harden my ever stiffening member, I let her catch her breath as she visibly came twice for me.

Standing her up and spreading her legs, I inserted my happy, smiling wet cock inside her moist tight pussy. Her body was impaled on mine as I thrust into her savagely. I was a warrior plundering the village, enjoying the spoils of a hard earned campaign, Georgia thrust back into me, satisfying her own carnal lust, our connection together was intensified even more by our mutual orgasm, both of us channeling each others energy. Intoxicated by the endorphins coursing through our body Georgia slumped into me, as I held her next to me. Slowly I untied her, bringing us back down to earth, easing our transition back from our journey and into the distractions of the day.


At Home Suspension

We have had quite the whirlwind weekend, add the sunny short shorts wearing weather, a pinch of an empty home, and cupful of deviant lust, and you have a consumable brew of erotic libation.

So I installed some hard points in the bedroom, which was pretty straightforward, and will post about later. At the same time we purchased some rope to try out the aforementioned hard points.

I will have to elaborate when my thoughts are fully processed, but the process of tying then suspending someone regardless of whether you are going to have sexual congress or no is always a surreal experience. It’s a transformative process that happens between two or more persons, transcending each others emotions they on some level develop an erotic synergy.

G loves the sensuous nature of the rope around her body, I in return enjoy the connection I have with her body. Each time I tie her I discover her lovely figure again, her shallow curve from her lower back down to her thighs. I run my hands down her long lean legs, skin that is softer than the rope in my hands.

The pictures aren’t the best as we just snapped a couple quickly.

The first tie we did was purely aesthetic.

Then we finally got to the suspension part.

That’s G suspended, it was intoxicating having her in that position. I was able to turn her, gently rock her, tease her, tie the rest of her body.

It wasnt that hard to get the hard points at all, there was minimal impact on the structure of the house. When we move it will be as easy as unscrewing the bolt, then filling the tiny hole with a dab of spackle, and no one will ever know they were there.


Just One Piece Of Clothing

As our scene intensifies, her arms are tied above her, small clamps pinch her nipples as the slender crop slaps at her clit.

She is moaning. Each time the leather of the crop hits her clit her legs shudder, I take time in between hits to linger on her skin, applying pressure, outline her hungry opening. I slap some more, a bit harder than the last, she tries to close her legs to enhance the sensation but I dont let her. I apply several slaps in a row to her ever wetter pussy. Turning her around I have a go at her ass, having her count out the ten slaps that are applied to each cheek.

She knows what she has to do, she must beg for my cock, beg for the enjoyment of having it inside of her, beg for pleasure of calling it hers.

Not content for the moment as I know she has more in her to give. I attach a small clamp to her clit, causing her more excited shouts, and wispy chants of giving her more. Sliding a finger inside her, probing her, feeling her tighten and moisten around me, I ask how many times she has cum. She replies with a mumble of six.

Knowing that I can take G to the point where her orgasms are continuous, I push on, pulling on the clamps, kissing her deeply, whispering in her ear that she is mine.

More slaps, but with the paddle this time. Her senses are overloading, the pleasure between her legs has now enveloped her body and mind, shuddering with uncontrolled orgasms. I free her hands, she obediently goes to her knees to inhale my cock with a determined fury. Feeling her about to push me over the edge, I take her to edge of the bed, bending her over, I ease into her. Thrusting ever harder I am holding her body firmly, unable to move she can only succumb to more pleasure as I seek my release.

After scenes like that the most important toy we have is the one below. Anytime we have a scene like that G slips into that and we lay together coming back down the mountain top.