Thursday, November 5, 2015

Rope Bondage.

I like to take the time to delve into the depths of specific aspects of my craft. Bondage is one of the specifics I frequently find myself musing on. There is something simple about it. It is the first thing that people think of when BDSM comes up. References to kinky furry handcuffs are commonplace. But bondage is anything but commonplace when looked at closely.


Bondage is a physical activity that involves binding the body in a way that the subject is compelled and subjugated to the dominance and control of another. Hands tied, hogtie, mummification, there are endless physical permutations of this activity.




I have been delving into rope bondage lately.

I am fascinated with the different ways different bodies move. I love the look on my subject's face as they feel the rope get tighter and tighter as I continue to furiously tie. Before he/she knows it, he/she is trapped in my wonderful web.

I step back. I watch. The struggle is beautiful: single line from a chest harness to a hard point, one leg tied up, the other leg forced to balance the weight. I watch and the expression on my subjects face slowly dissolves into serenity as he/she gives into the sensation.

The tight rope offers security while presenting torture at the same time. I watch from the other side of the room, every so often, approaching to offer a slight sensation: My warm breath on the neck, My finger tips across an exposed nipple, sometimes a sadistic tug on whatever cock rope may be present.

I watch carefully and closely for the signs that its time to change position.

I switch positions and repeat.

It always amazes me how different each body is, how different each limit is.

Eventually, I let me subject go, I hear the sigh of relief and see the sadness that O/our time has ended.

They always come back. Rope is an addicting thing like that.
Are you ready to be tangled in mine?