Rope in Random Thoughts

Just as a warning before you continue, this entry may have some explicit content, depending on how detailed i get.

About 3 times i have joined a “meetup” style group on Friday nights, for people who have some alternative sexual interests (aka “kink”). I have been on a path trying to find where i fit in. This entry is not regarding this experience, but something that resulted from meeting some good people. Last Friday i joined the group at a pub in town, they were carving pumpkins, eating, chatting, drinking (alcohol and non). Everyone had been so incredibly kind and welcoming, kind of taking me under wing to make sure i was comfortable. I was sitting with a couple, about 5-10 years older than me, and mentioned that i wanted to explore some activities or events that were available- but as a woman attending singly, i was not so comfortable doing so. They happened to be attending the same event.

Rope bondage. You can look that up, or under the name shibari (Japanese rope bondage). It is an art form and can also be used to enhance sex play. I had first heard of it in 2009 when i lived up north in Bellingham, was incredibly intrigued, but never followed through with learning about it. But, i was drawn.

There have been times in my life in which i have known i would connect with something: knitting, yoga, and a few i have yet to try (throwing pottery and sewing with a machine).

This has also been one of them

I have to take a break from writing- class starts soon. I will be back.

3 hour edit:

This incredibly nice couple invited me to join them at an “rope event,” basically a gathering of people where some are the riggers or Tops (the person who ties), some are the bottoms (person being tied), and some were just there to watch. At the beginning someone was there to answer questions or give demonstrations (actually i came in later than that and there was still an educational component). I watched for a fair amount of time, my new friends engaged in some rope bondage. Generally people are in different shades of undress, from fully dressed to completely undressed. After my friends finished their “scene” or whatever you may call it, they sat for a while to “decompress” (its called aftercare, there are a lot of endorphins released when engaged in this sort of activity and aftercare is a way to level out and make sure each persons’ needs are met, kind of like a satisfying conclusion).

I had been watching this older gentleman in a kilt who was rigging (that might be the wrong word) another bottom, she was suspended from the ceiling. He was not just tying her, but performing the activities a Top or Dominant would do (this is more of the BDSM stuff i haven’t really spoken about). This involves a loving, playful form of using impact toys (for example, whips).

So, my friends, once this gentleman was done, asked if he had time to do a demonstration with me, to give me experience.

(on the inside i cried, yes, yes, yes!!!)

I am so new. I know nothing. Zilch, from the beginning, don’t even know what to ask for.

We negotiate (that is , give one another permission to enter into this activity and sharing our boundaries. this generally includes level of touch, any/some/no sexual touch/activity, amount of dress/undress, etc). He explains what he will be doing, the equipment and its salient features, how my body will act/react, and my role in the whole shebang. I am perfectly comfortable with a fair amount of nudity, so i am topless and keep on my flow-y Indian style pants.

“Just let me manipulate your body. Don’t try to help or adjust yourself. Trust in what i am doing,” whispers from behind me, gently in my ear as he pulls my arms behind and has me clap my forearms.

His warmth, like a layer of energy syncing with mine, alternately gives me chills, arouses, and causes a trance-like state. I can feel him even though he is not touching me. I do not know what he is doing, i have to implicitly trust. I feel the rope ....

(3 Day Edit)

vibrate as he performs his magic. The only control i have is the core strength and balance needed to stay standing (oh, that giving up of control, just melting into someone else’s hands). He stops occasionally to massage my neck and check in with me.

I feel fingers run up my neck, into my hair. He lightly grabs a handful and pulls back gently as i moan, “you like that, don’t you?” All i can do is simulate an acquiescence. I can’t even communicate verbally how much i love to have my hair pulled, but i don’t really need to.

When finally he is done rigging me, i get a taste of suspension. Grabbing my left leg, he tells me to hoist myself up and use the rope to carry my weight. I lean back and start to turn. Naturally the rope causes me to spin as i start to giggle and laugh. “You give such good face, Carmen!” my friends say.

“Normally when I untie, it is a slow process and i use pressure points. Unfortunately we don’t have the time,” his voice purrs from behind, deep in my ear. As he unties me, i get a couple examples of the pressure points. (i release into them, shivers down my spine)

“You should continue with rope, Carmen,” he says, “you obviously enjoyed yourself.”

And now i can’t stop thinking about it. Chills run down my back just writing about my experience.

Last updated October 30, 2015