Bondage, Floggers, and Dungyms.

Post play review is a practice I like to do following more involved bits of rope bondage and BDSM play. It helps me remember everything that happened (details often get fuzzy during the high of all the fun) and it also helps me to analyze what went well, and what I can learn to do better next time. They are always ridiculously candid and unpolished, so as to better capture the actual feelings of the moment.

Want to see how that works?

Bear in mind that these pictures were not really intended to be photoshoot or tutorial worthy; more taken in the moment so I could remember what I’d done and how. Basically, typical “play” rope, as opposed to “photoshoot rope”.

Inspiration and Negotiation

This was a rope bondage scene inspired by my friend Serotonia; she and I are part of a group chat that send um… “inspiring” pictures to each other, of a BDSM nature.

She’d sent this really hot picture of a couple of women lying on the edge of a bed, both with their hands tied to their ankles, legs and ankles up in the air, with all of their fun bits exposed. Probably taken from Tumblr. I’m not reposting that, because I don’t have permission to.

And just to one side, facing the women, was a man with a leather flogger in his hands.

I was instantly inspired by this picture. I like both rope bondage and floggers, and combining the two can be a very good time. So I began planning. The first stop, of course, was to sort of casually mention what I had in mind to Blue, to gauge the likely response before I began planning in detail. I did this via casual conversation on messenger. I like doing it this way, because it provides a written record of what was said.

“OMG YES!!”

Yeah, okay. That sounded like she just might be keen. I had thought she would be… I know that Blue absolutely adores being tied to things and being all helpless for what I might like to do.

It also meant that the scene had begun… because pre-scene anticipation is a big part of what adds to the good time during. Seems to really help people get into a great mindset for this kind of play.

Now I could make with the actual planning.

Planning And Preparation:

I tend to plan my scenes to have about 3 stages – no idea why, I just do. There’s an initial kind of “foreplay” stage, where I begin winding my person up and getting them all aroused – and this is a lot of fun, and allows me to do more in the second stage; because when a person is all turned on, they can do more and tolerate more stimulation in an enjoyable way.

So I made a plan for that.

Then I made a plan for transitioning into the main part of the scene; the part where Blue was on her back, wrists tied to ankles.

I realized she would have trouble maintaining that for a hefty length of time, so I made a plan for that; support lines to the Dungym!

What kind of ties would I use?
Really, all I needed were some variant of double column tie, to attach wrists to ankles- preferably really wide ones, so she’d have lots of support and no pressure issues from bands that were too thin.

And lastly, if I needed a third stage, I would transition her from the Dungym to the bed, where she would be lying down, probably with ankles and wrists bound together. This would relieve any strain she might be under if having her legs and arms upright for that long became a problem.

Safety; any major concerns? Well, not really. She’d be on her back, so no falling risk; I’d have my EMT shears on me or very nearby and easily accessible in case she needed cutting out of rope; and to my knowledge, no major illness, stress, or injury problems lately.

What about me?
Actually, my health was pretty good right then. I expected that I should be fine too, barring unforeseen circumstance like no sleep or super stress.

I thought about how I would ramp up the stimulation to the point where she could not just tolerate, but enjoy the hell out of being flogged while all spread apart with rope like that; and I thought about what this would be about in my head. What would my mindset be? What would I be getting out of it?

I decided my mindset would be all about enjoying the hell out of provoking every kind of eroticized response I could from a very hot, very enjoyable woman. That I’m living the privileged life, doing things that most people don’t know how to pull off and enjoy, actually living a fantasy sex life, while a perverted little minx thoroughly gets off on all that fantastically fun shit that I do. Pure decadence.

Privileged, and smug as fuck about it all.

(Regardless of common opinion, this isn’t actually my default mood – it just sometimes seems that way!)

And lastly, I thought about music. This time, the scene would be very sexual in nature – not a soft slow descent into subspace, but an incredibly sexual, power charged scene where one person is absolutely helpless, and the other one is reveling in all the power and decadence that comes with that.

Hmmm. Rob Zombie Past, Present and Future. Yes.

What Actually Happened

The first part of my plan began to change almost immediately. This is about typical for a good scene.

IT WASN’T MY FAULT. She was wearing this perfectly punk long black top that ended just beneath her ass, and had a really low back, showing off her tattoos. It almost looked like a punk Little Black Dress; it was intensely distracting on her hot little body.

I had pushed her down onto her back, tied up her wrists in my absolute favorite way with the knot underneath the wrists (see Rope Bondage The Smart Way for more detail), and then hauled her to her feet, tying off the rope to the Dungym so that she was standing, facing the mirror, with her wrists suspended above her head.

Then I slowly stripped off her little skirt, sliding it down, taking my time. I wanted her to feel how helpless she was.

I’d originally planned to just tease and turn her on during this stage… running my hands all over her body, using light bites, nibbles, kisses, etc. But no.
Her ass just looked too perfect beneath that little top, and I loved the way her big blue eyes were fixed on me in the mirror…

And after about three minutes of teasing and foreplay and winding up, we ended up having sex right there, standing up, with her hanging onto the rope while I took my time savoring the position and the moment. The rope supported her just enough that I could really go hard if I felt like it as well, and with the mirror there, I could watch her face, the little half open “O” of her mouth, listen to her little cries, at the same time as taking her from behind.

So damn good.

Thus went the first part of the scene. In a totally unplanned kind of way.

Once I was done (for now) I undid the rope above her head, using it as a lead to guide her down to the ottoman, laying her on her back. Blue’s movements were slower now, almost drugged, already in a bit of a high from the intense kinky sex, but still SO sensitive and reactive.

I untied her wrists, and taking two longer pieces of rope, began tying each of her wrists to the corresponding ankle. This actually needed a little adjustment as we went, tying and then undoing and retying so that both were at an equal tightness – it can really throw your muse off when things are uneven.

Once that was done, I attached another couple of ropes to keep those limbs upright (aren’t I nice?) and even ran a couple of ropes off to the side, just to tweak the tension a little. That Dungym makes an amazing bondage frame.

Once that was done, I smiled in predatory Domly satisfaction, stood up…
… and smacked my forehead into one of the attachments on the Dungym. Like a doofus.

Ow. Seriously, ow! I now had a slight dent in my forehead from a metal corner!

So suave. Yes. Behold my smoothness.

Fortunately, I recovered within seconds, and the erotic mood was not lost. I’m pretty sure that was because of all the anticipation and build up; it created enough momentum that even smacking my head into a metal corner didn’t phase me for more than a few seconds.

So here was Blue, on her back, legs spread wide part, totally exposed, and helpless. Her favorite place to be.

And here was I… with an array of toys ready to go.

But something was missing. There was room to make this more fun.

I considered a moment, and had my idea. I wanted a throat rope… but it needed to be a safe throat rope, and that meant not having constant pressure on her neck. In fact, it meant not being wrapped around her neck, just to be sure, since I wouldn’t be holding it.

So I tied one end of a red rope to a 20 kg weight plate that was in a very stable position to one side of Blue. I ran it across her throat, and then tied it to another stably placed 20 kg weight. The rope was taut; no actual pressure being placed on her neck, but if she raised up in reaction, then she’d begin to cut off her air… a fun bit of bondage predicament! Now she had to fight to remain still, no matter what I did to her.

Rope used in these pictures: Esinem Jute

And that’s when I picked up the wall powered vibrator, and switched it on. (These are good. You should get one.)

The next half an hour was spent teasing, arousing, using all sorts of things to stimulate and turn Blue on. It was all sorts of fun – especially when she arched up in the middle of an orgasm and choked herself. Which she loved even more.

What a pervert!

Then there was the flogging… all those exposed areas, and her all nice and turned on from all the teasing and fun before… that was a very good time too. Leather floggers in a situation like that are a lot of fun… you can slide them down the body, caressing with slick black leather, before moving away to thwack the tails down with varying levels of force in all sorts of places. There’s just this great range of different ways to use a flogger like that, and so many different reactions to provoke.

And then there was the sex. So much sex.

To be completely honest, the height of the ottoman that she was tied on made things slightly awkward. I had to find something to put my knees on so that I could be at just the right height, and resorted to stacking up pillows. But it all worked out in the end, and it was a thoroughly good time watching her eyes roll back up into her head as she lay helpless in rope bondage, that taut bit of rope still placed against her neck and moving back and forth every time I rocked against her. And the noises. Yes.

This is why I hardly ever use gags. It’s just more fun without them.

Once we were actually done, I didn’t even need the third phase of the scene; we were both pretty played out and once untied, I just let her collapse back down onto the bed to recover, with a bit of aftercare following that.

We’d gone right through the whole Rob Zombie album and let it start to repeat… easily an hour and a half of fun bondage play on a hot summer’s afternoon, enjoying that perfect temperature for play.

All hail the Dungym!

Learning

1. It’s actually not that often that I just use rope as a means of restraint… usually I’m doing all kinds of sensory sensation stuff with it as well to get her into that melty subspace place.

So that change from my usual style felt quite different. It worked out very well though – as always, restraint just makes things so intense! And it’s probably good to change things up and tie her to things more often. Variety is the spice of life. It’s definitely fun having all that freedom to move around and really exploit the power dynamic though. Maybe next time I’ll tie Blue to a chair. I think the other part of what kept everything feeling sexy was all the anticipation (and the actual sex) beforehand, despite not using my favorite sexy rope techniques.

2. Blue really loves that whole helplessly restrained fantasy thing. Just, wow. SUCH a good time watching her get off on all that kink. It’s a very good fantasy to exploit.

3. VERY IMPORTANT. Remove all attachments from the Dungym next time before play!

4. I now need a sturdier storage ottoman. I’m pretty sure we broke the lid… to be honest, it has served us well, so I’m not upset.

Rope Used In This Post: Esinem Jute