… apparently, rope.
That came as a surprise to me, and I still remember it very clearly.
This was how I learned just how euphoric rope can make a person.
I’d done a few scenes using rope as restraint with my partner. Those had been a bit hit and miss; I’d had a couple of good ones, and a few where I’d been disappointed because the mood, the vibe I was looking for, just hadn’t happened. It was like my partner had decided that my level of experience just wasn’t enough, and she was just going through the motions.
In other words, she wasn’t really participating.
Now, that particular partner and I were in an open relationship, and she had absolutely no issue with me trying rope play with others.
I was still determined to get really good at this, and eventually wow her – she was the reason I’d gotten into it, after all. I was freaking determined to give her more amazing times.
And I had acquired a new play partner, Clara, who was interested in exploring BDSM with me, and we were doing our first rope bondage together. I wanted to get better at this for my partner, and I figured gaining more experience with someone else who was interested could only add to my skills.
The idea that day was that I was going to explore Clara’s flexibility through tying her in a variety of different positions, using the cotton rope I had acquired and spent hours and hours practicing with while studying various ties, and while we were at it, we would learn how she responded to rope bondage.
And so, we began.
I sat behind her on the floor, and tied a harness around her torso, encircling her with my arms as I tied the part in front. I’d already observed that it was possible to tie the rope in a sensual manner; sliding the cotton cord lightly and slowly over her skin, moving it smoothly and at different speeds, moving her about as I tied her instead of moving myself around her. I rather enjoyed that – it added to the experience somehow.
I could smell her hair – she always smelled really nice. Freaking amazing, actually. I nestled my face into her neck and kissed it lightly as I fastened her wrists into a two column tie. There was classical music playing softly in the background, nothing with lyrics, just soothing violin and piano sounds in long sweeping arches.
Clara was quiet. I could feel her breathing, hear little catches of breath as the rope grazed a sensitive area, or as I made a more forceful movement. There was something incredibly intimate about feeling all those reactions against me as I tied her up.
I finished the column tie and released her, moving back from her body so that I could take those bound wrists and tie them to the leg of the couch in front of me. I then tucked her leg onto my lap and began tying it closed into a futomomo. This wasn’t quite as intimate; but I could still hear her breathing, still see slight involuntary movements in response to how I tied.
I discovered that she was quite sensitive if I pulled the rope slowly along her calf… she almost moaned and went rigid as I did so. That was fun! I did it a few more times as I did the leg tie, smiling as I went. I’m a reaction junkie; I love causing my partners to react in erotic ways!
I continued to experiment with her flexibility – attaching her other ankle up over her ass to the harness, releasing her hands from the couch and the two column tie and experimenting with tying them different places – to the harness, to her legs, etc. I checked in from time to time and she murmured “I’m okay…” each time in response. I moved her limbs gently and kept up the same slow, sensual rhythm to my tying as I continued.
Clara got quieter – her breathing got more regular, her limbs ever more pliant as she relaxed. I wasn’t sure how to interpret that – my partner had enjoyed fighting the restraints, but Clara was just getting progressively more relaxed. It seemed like a happy kind of relaxed though…
Time flew by.
Forty minutes later, Clara was still breathing regularly, but hadn’t moved, said anything, or even made any sounds in some time.
At this point, I was beginning to get worried.
I untied her; again keeping those same slow movements. I didn’t want to startle her or change the mood.
The rope lay in loose white coils around her as she lay on the carpet. I stroked her hair gently and she made a sleepy sound. Her eyelids fluttered, but she didn’t move. I gave her a light shake, and she still lay there limply. So I covered her in a soft red sub blanket and waited. Five minutes later, there was a brief snore.
I laughed to myself. Evidently, I had blissed her out a lot more than expected.
I got up, found a book, sat back down beside her so that I would be there when she woke up, and read while I waited.
That was how I discovered that with some people, and with the right movements and background music, all you needed to do was just tie and re-tie them in an appropriately sensual manner in order to give them a very, very good time!
The lesson: tying someone up IS interacting with them! You don’t tie BEFORE the scene – You tie AS PART of the scene. Or in this case, as the whole of the scene!
After Clara woke up, she told me that she had felt utterly relaxed, almost hypnotized as I tied her. It had been pure bliss and relaxation and she hadn’t wanted to move or do anything else. She just wanted the tying to continue, and to stay in the rope.
She was embarrassed about the snoring though!
