This week, I was bound. It wasn't the first time I've been bound, but this time was one of the most intensive bondage I've ever been into, and it's probably taking up the number one position too.
For me, being tied up is only half the experience. It's the unexpected. It's the touch. It's the intimacy. And intimate we were. I was bound while lying on a bed. A position which is very comfortable, and which allows me to endure a good bondage for a very long time. If I had anything to say about it, bondages like this would take 8 hours. Plus. However, one of the "downsides "of being bound is that I'm not in control, so I consider this a wish, and nothing more ;-). To further increase the sensation of being bound, and being helpless, I was hooded. I own a mask which prevents sight and limits your breathing. I never had a panic attack, but during the bondage of this night, I had to fight against at least 5 of those attacks. It was wonderful!
I was bound with hemp rope. Lots of it. Think of lots and lots of rope, then double it, and then triple that amount. You might come close no. I was bound completely naked, except for my boxer. While I don't want to admit it, bondage to me means sex. Good sex, very good sex, but sex. It's connected, and I've (almost) never experienced one without the other. So wearing a boxer was a bit of a disappointment to me. Fortunately, my rigger is creative and destructive, so with a pair of scissors, so made a wide enough opening to allow the jewels to come out!
Like I wrote, I was bound with lots of rope. I have no idea about the time it took to wrap me in all of them, since it's quite easy to lose time in an experience like that. I don't know if I was "in the zone", if such a thing exists, but I was close to it. It was a wonderful experience, ropes moving over my body, bending my limbs in positions which are normally left to ballet dancers, and except for some toe breaking ropes, I held out quite well. Really well, actually! Sometimes, when experiencing ropes, you'll cut off some bloodstream somewhere. In my case, my blood always gets together in the center of my body (which is nice), but tries to leave my hands and feet (which is not so nice). Not this time however: my arms were perfectly operational (though limited in movement, say, 2cm) and so were my legs (though even more limited in movement, say 0cm….). After all the ropes were applied, I became quite the piece of arts. I know, since we made pictures. I might post them sometime, but I'm not sure if anyone is interested in seeing them, except for me and my rigger.
This piece of art wasn't just a thing to look at, according to my rigger, but also one to be used. And she did. I cannot put in words how I felt, so I won't, but it was probably my biggest sensation of 2010. It was wonderful! Getting the ropes off always gives me mixed feelings. I like the ropes to stay on, and to experience more. So far, I never experienced the feeling that I wanted to be released. The ropes give me comfort, and being bound gives a attention and the feeling of loosing control, which, with the right person, is fantastic.
This story has not been written by the owner of this blog, but by it's "victim". It's a way of expressing my sincere thanks for this experience. +300 exp ;-). L, M.
Friday, December 31, 2010
Thursday, December 23, 2010
What's in your 'goody drawer'?
It's been almost six months since I succumbed to BDSM.
Incredible experience!
My 'goody drawer' is getting full. In it there is... a set of four hemp ropes, a ten meter polyester rope, a pair of handcuffs, a leather corset, a couple of pairs fish/whale net stockings, a pair of leather boots, a pair of 13cm-platform sandals, a chocker, a pair of leather cuffs, nipple clamps, ten meter chain, three locks, two whips, condoms, lube, rabit-vibe, remote controlled egg-vibe, cupless leather bra, a bunch of bamboo sticks varying in thickness, a rigging pulley (ok, this one is not in the drawer, but installed already in the garage), a latex skirt, a kinky keyhole latex top, two Shibari bondage books, four books on S&M...and on its way...a strap-on!
A kinky holiday season is awaiting! :-)
What's in your 'goody drawer'?
Merry Christmas !!!
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
If I were a man and a master...
I could safely say that being a master for many would mean different things...enjoying the control you are given, getting a kick from being so good making knots in a jiff, getting a tingly sensation in your groin just at the look of your slave and the submissiveness in her eyes...
If I were a man and a master...I would seek the connection...
Like a photographer who speaks to his models, putting them at ease and extracting most natural, most powerful expression of their faces, my hands will speak to your body, one hand in contact at all times, to keep the conversation going...our eyes will lock at times, to reassure ME that I am still the master, and to reassure you that I am there with you and for you...
I'll tie you swiftly, not the most elaborate of knots perhaps, the beauty will be in the mix of ropes, your breathing getting heavy...and then light again...pretend random touches of your skin, passionate bites on your skin, nipples and lips...both on your mouth and down there where a rope is fit snuggly and tight...right against your clit, in such a way that a gentle pull of the rope on your waist will make you take a breath and hold it...pleasure building up...
Your arms high above your head...as if you would fly high...
Your legs spread wide apart, very wide...so you feel solid on the ground...and I can later on slide in you...if you invite me...
Breast between two bamboo sticks, nipples between another two...pain switching between just a bit too much and oh, so sweet ...
At last I put mask on your eyes...let you calm, and relax, and submit...all the way...
And then I take the whip and let it feel the shapes of your body...whipping you gently, on the left, on the right, moving slowing from your ankles to your breasts...
As the whip is playing in the air, your body swings too, left and right... To avoid it? To enjoy it better?
I don't know...I'm a man...but I'm the master...and for that...I'll simply have to have you now...
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