Frikkin Melee Broke Out!

Last night I went to some friend’s home for “rope practice.” The usual suspects were there with more arriving as the evening progressed. It’s a pretty pansexual group, a mixed bag, several maso dominants, an even number of switches that mostly bottom to the ones that are mostly tops. Four of us were riggers. Me and another woman, Joi, were working on the host, Bobby, the third rigger. Most of the time we are busy tying others and don’t get a chance to fly ourselves. The fourth, French Chris, was working on a very well endowed female bottom.

I have this gorgeous beefcake in my ropes who, a couple of days earlier, told me what he wanted to experience. He wanted to feel hemp on his body again. He wanted to be in Nik-space.

Together with Joi, we worked out a plan. He didn’t want a double banded pearl style chest harness that focused on his nipples but one that was different and would support him comfortably.

There was a Plan A, a face down suspension and B, a side suspension. Luckily, Plan A worked out. I put four bands of rope just under his chest that went right under his nipples and fashioned an asymmetrical strap; two doubles across the front and a double across the left shoulder. Joi put a gun holster harness on his lower half. It was very supportive as well as beautiful. I tied his hands behind his last.

Bobby’s suspension was a two point suspension. He was in a semi upright position facing down with his head higher than his butt. The first point was the back of the chest harness, the second was the hip harness. I tried his technique of using a metal circle larks-headed from the rope on his body to the rope that was to go through the suspension ring. I ran the run rope through the ring twice to lift him up. This setup functioned as a pulley. It made lifting him smoother than if it was rope on rope.

Joi, who rigged his bottom half, was unmerciful in her sadism. I watched him closely, but, (call it voyeurism, I don’t care,) as she used a quirt, I think on his cock and balls, I was wincing. She probably bit it too. He was complaining a lot. Bobby was a trooper though.

All the while we were scene-ing; there were constant playful interruptions by the peanut gallery, which Joi handled in her unique way. “Leave us alone or I’m going to fxxk you up!” *grin*

Bobby was up for about 20 minutes. Taking him down was a little tricky, but he was fine. His aftercare was supplied by Joi and mine was leaving the ropes on him until he took them off himself. Some rope bottoms like to stay in the ropes afterward.

Once he gathered his wits about him, (it took about 10 minutes,) Bobby pulled out the quirt she had used and turned the tables! Soon, just about everyone was in on the action, with the exception of 4 people, all tops. We had our butts firmly planted out of the way. Among the weapons were quirts, rope whips, short single tails, a wooden samurai sword paddle, a plexi-glass paddle, another wooden paddle broken on a ‘hard ass,’ and a rubber hose. There may have been more, but that’s what I remember.

After watching this escalating for 15 minutes, hubs said “Let’s go.” He even collected my rope!

Smell it Feel it . . . Shibaricon Class Summary

Mark DV8 House – Erotic Rope Energy: Finding the Bond Beyond the Bondage (with Lani DV8 House)

It was a good thing I got there early, because the class filled up so fast that soon the doors were closed.

Mark is an engaging speaker.  He gave a brief summary of his poly relationship with Aleni, his wife, who was also presenting classes, and Lani, his/their lover.

As the class began, the beautiful Lani was shooting Mark adoring gazes.  I was entranced by watching them both.  He showed how to build the connection through sensuality using rope as an adjunct to touch.  It was hard NOT to be pulled into their scene and so, I was transported by proxy into it.

Mark put the rope under her nose, then rubbed the hemp down her arm while the palm of his hand held her firmly just below the clavicle.  He drew her (and us) in to his rope space.

Then he uncoiled the rope, snaked it along on her body and it grazed her nipple.  Mark used the rope as a tether that maintained his control and her presence in the moment.  *dreamy sigh*

One could hear a pin drop as he tied her.  They moved together, she, like a marionette in his ropes.  The sensual dynamic was strong and mesmerizing.  He guided her to the floor, then positioned and repositioned her while she was oblivious to anything other than Mark and the rope.  We watched the dance.  When he untied the rope, he left it on while summarizing what had occurred.  She purred like a kitten as she floated back to earth.  Mark ended the class by asking if anyone had any questions.  I don’t remember there being a single one.

As an observer, it was an erotic and stimulating experience for me too.  I enjoyed the rest of the day, buffeted by the rope energy that permeated the presentation.

Atlanta Bound: It’s a wrap!

I had such a great time at the second annual Atlanta Bound this past weekend.  There were a lot of firsts.  Some I will tell you and some I won’t. ;-D

My friend Ruby flew in from California to be my rope bunny for the workshop this weekend.  She sent a box ahead with a bunch of costume changes.  I wondered how she had time to accumulate the wonderful selection of costumes and accessories and if she had enough time to wear them all.  The powers that be were with her and she got to wear most of them.

A couple of firsts, I tied a couple of people for demos and photo shoots, got tied again, by the presenters,  participated in a Betty Page photo shoot, (giggles) and was part of a unique impromptu scene in the public dungeon that will occupy my thoughts for a long time.

Two of the presenters are well known bondage artists and mentors in the rope community, David Lawrence and Tatu.  Yesterday, the last day of the workshop, I was lucky enough to get some face time with David and interviewed him along with his lovely slave, Judy.  I hope the digital recording gods were on my side.

On the last day, David Lawrence conducted a photography class and included a live photo shoot, his first in a series of the man project.  He had never tied/photographed a naked man and it was a first for him.  The model is the submissive of a friend of mine.  He was doing it at the request of his domme. It was his first experience as a model and first time being rigged by a man.  A beautiful naked specimen, he was suspended in a kneeling position with his balls attached to his legs in front of a bunch of people he didn’t know.  His dominant was able to give him guidance and gentle care during the little breaks.  The shoot was amazing.  Both photographer/rigger and model are straight.  The shoot was carried out with professionalism, care, and grace.  The young man was a beautiful example of submission and it was not lost on anyone that witnessed the event.

I write these things in flashes because that’s how the memories are coming back.  I don’t remember some of the events clearly because I was knee deep in the fog.  Right now, the fog is a good place to be.

While the rope bottom was being suspended with his balls tied to his feet, both his mistress and her husband were sitting in front seats making teasing comments to him.

At one point, her  husband said, “it sucks to be you.”  I didn’t agree with him. ;-D

In between shots she would go up to pat his head, talk in his ear, give him a drink of water and so on. It didn’t seem to cheer him up but rather enhanced the image of his complete submission to her and begrudgingly, the photographer, in front of her husband and all the people there.

At the end there was applause and a Q and A. I complimented both gentlemen on how, as straight guys, they handled the awkward photo shoot with grace and professionalism.  Then I directed a comment to the rope bottom. “Your body was flush and the expressions on your face seemed to mirror your unease and submission. You sacrificed some part of yourself and pushed a boundary that somehow will make you stronger. Do you feel that way?  Is that close to accurate?”

He looked to her before answering then said yes with a smile.

(to be continued . . .)

So bite me!

A year and a half ago, I saw a rope performance at DomCon Atlanta.  It was like a first hit of cocaine.  The performer was Artemis Hunter of Atlanta.   That day, I bought 3 bundles of blue rope from one of the vendors then went home to sign up with the Yahoo Group Knot Guilty.  The only organized rope group in Atlanta.   I’m happy to say I’ve stuck with it.  For months, a number in our group have been holding rope practices at volunteer homes about twice a month. We didn’t practice for any event, but rather because we love rope. I admit, during these practices, predicament is my favorite because it is a lot of fun. Usually one or two of the bunnies are just right for it, so I generally have a quirt in my bag alongside the ropes. However, I digress.

Fast forward to a few months ago.   Our rope group, Knot Guilty, held a mini-workshop/demo at the local dungeon, 1763. It was a huge success.

For this presentation, we did Shibari bondage, which involves a more artistic hand than predicament bondage. I admit to being “thumby” when I tie, mainly because I’m a ‘chatty cathy’ and get nervous. It’s something that I readily admit.

That night, I over took the nervousness and did really well, if I say so myself. I wrapped harnesses on two men, very decorative, with weaves in the front and neat ties in the back. I ‘married’ two pieces of rope so that I’d have enough. Never did that before. The guys needed about 50 ft of rope to do the chest harness, run it between their legs, up the sides, and around their waist, etc. I did a blue corset weave on a new bunny who was never in ropes. She was tickled pink.

We were allowed to have photos taken of us with our bunnies, provided all agreed. Sorry, can’t post pics but they were great. The look on their faces was icing on the cake.

Yanno, I discovered that when under pressure, I can focus on my ties and block everything out.  It was a high.  I zoned.  I’m still addicted but on a different level.  And I can say with confidence, I know the difference between a bight and a lark’s head. ;-D