The B in BDSM, part 7 – Coconut rope

Have you ever touched a coconut? This shriveled up looking little ball of coarse brown fur… Now imagine someone getting the bright idea of making rope out of that coarse brown fur, not knowing that some kinky people somewhere would come up with tying each other with that said rope. And thus, the coconut rope is born.

I’ve heard about this rope long time ago and I was absolutely sure that I don’t even want to be in the same room with it. You see, I don’t like prickly stuff that can hurt me. One of my bad habits is saying what I don’t like out loud without paying much attention to who is listening. It’s not the first time that habit of mine has turned and bit me in the ass, but I guess I never learned. So before Christmas, in a kinky ppl bar gathering, I once again complained loudly that no one should ever let Oliver, my adorable but sadistic friend with benefits, get his hands on coconut ropes. The same Oliver who introduced me to sadistic bondage. I was terrified about the mere idea of what he could do with coconut ropes. As it so happened, a fellow sadist heard my complaint and took it to heart. So for Christmas present to Oliver, that before mentioned sadist gifted him exactly that. It was terribly sweet of him… -.-

Long story short, I found myself on my living-room floor, already tied up with regular ropes so I can’t make a quick escape, and I was put face to face with the much-dreaded coconut rope. And yes, it was as terrible as I could ever imagine. I pride myself as someone who can take quite a lot of pain, but fear is my kryptonite. But I am not afraid of that many things. Except for sharp and prickly things, like the vampire gloves. And as it turns out, the coconut rope got the same effect on me, I somehow go into the panic mode as soon as Oliver started wrapping it around me. For me, the panic mode is ‘sweet spot’ where my expectation of the level of pain is somehow met and it’s the type of pain that I don’t like or never learned how to handle. The pain of spanking? That I can handle. Not gracefully whenever Oliver is doing to spanking, but still, I handle it. But whenever there’s something sharp, like sharp nails, vampire gloves, and this time, the unbearable sting of the coconut rope, I don’t even begin to know how to handle. I guess it’s the relentlessness of it, the pain was constant. When the rope enveloped my torso and breasts and waist, I froze up all of my muscles cos the tiniest movements would press the rope tighter against my skin and it hurt a lot. Oliver noticed my freezing up and told me to breathe deeper. I only partly obeyed, taking small shallow breaths. He wasn’t impressed at all, so he pressed the rope against my chest. The pain level rose sharply, forcing me take in deep gulps of air, my chest rising up and down in big motions, creating more pain and I found myself unable to calm my breathing. What a painfully vicious cycle of coconut ropes. 😛 The torture of the ropes was increased by some spanking and just my sheer fear of the rope getting too close to my very sensitive nipples.

Just with the vampire gloves, I have mixed feelings with the rope still. But while I was writing this, I got tons of scenarios in my head. Like how terrible it would be to be fucked while being tied up with that rope, getting a proper spanking in them, getting forced deep throat with it, getting water bondage in coconut ropes… just how terrible would that be? Sometimes, I think I give too much power to my masochist, that spoiled little thing. Fortunately, the first outing with the coconut rope didn’t last that long. There was other program on the menu for that particular session, but I have to talk about those next week. Until then, stay kinky! 😉

The B in BDSM – Part 6, Sadistic Bondage

Exactly three months ago, I wrote about ropes and bondage with Oliver. Just last week, things took a new turn. Just recently he was traveling and attend a shibari party where he was taught a new approach to ropes, and it happens to sit just like a glove on Oliver – the sadistic kind of bondage. I mean, he is already quite sadistic and rough most of the time with ropes but this time it was different, because the most brutal parts were left till the end.

Last week’s session was all about bastinado as punishment, well at least at the beginning. When the long 101 strike punishment was over, it felt like a big reward to have my ass brutally and thoroughly fucked. Anal is a big fetish for both of us, and sometimes it’s just so fucking good – it’s intense, it’s a little painful, it’s too much that I was constantly thinking that I was going to break, that something was going to snap in my head because of the intensity… until his cock hits some mysterious spot in my ass and it would feel so good that it would snap me back from falling into oblivion. My mouth would go slack, lips hanging open, I can’t even feel the drool dripping out of my mouth until the cold liquid hits my skin on my arm or hand or breast. I’m quite sure my eyes were also rolled back into my skull. They were not kidding about the saying ‘fuck the brains out’, cos my brain definitely checked out completely. And then everything unraveled and all of the sensations become too much and a full body orgasm shook my whole being, in the way only anal sex can. I would feel it up to my temple and it would leave me shaking. But he wasn’t done with me. He continued slowly for a while and resume the brutal pace one more time…

The B in BDSM – Part 5, More Ropes

A bit more than three months ago, I wrote about being at the shibari course with Oliver. I’ve enjoyed ropes done by him from the beginning, but after three months, the ropes had become a fixed part of almost every session we have. And sometimes, I even miss the feeling of being tied up. I feel safe in ropes. I also discovered a fascinating thing – and that’s how intimate bondage is to me. I’ve never thought about it because I used to always just play with my own doms, and I used to always felt safe with them. After that, I didn’t exactly seek out bondage, it simply wasn’t something on my to-do list so to speak. But then Oliver got me back into them, and I started to think about it. I mean, I don’t mind asking for a spanking from the tops and switches and doms that I trust. And I’ve done exactly that a few times when I really really needed a spanking. I didn’t feel uncomfortable. But the mere thought of getting tied up by anyone else but Oliver terrifies me.

And that’s the strange thing, it’s not like I don’t trust those other kinksters I know. Some of them are a lot more experienced with ropes than Oliver is, but it’s I guess the specific kind of trust that I need. I’ve thought about it a lot, trying to find out why. It reminded me of how uncomfortable I got from being tied up for spankings, even if it was just simply with leather cuffs around my wrists. So much so that I couldn’t fully enjoy a good spanking. I came to realize that being tied up is simply too intimate of an act for me and it also puts me in a vulnerable position. Not just physically but mentally too. Somehow it makes me feel more submissive and it is not a side of me that I’m willing to show just anyone. The thought of being tied up by someone I’m not ready to fully submit to mentally but the ropes kind of force that on me against my will, that is what terrifies me.

I guess I’ve not realized earlier just how protective I’ve become with my submissive side after my last dom. Even with Oliver, it took us more than a month of playing regularly for me to get into subspace. But I think the key was also that I didn’t plan to with Oliver. He wasn’t the classic kind of dom, and we never set out for our play time to be D/s. But once in a while, especially during sessions where his sadist side is more prominent, it had turned into D/s more strongly. The transition had been organic for us though, it wasn’t planned or intended. But I still don’t see him as my dom, he is more the dom I play with and that’s why it works. I’m more at ease that way in my head. Anyways, back to the ropes.

I’ve begun to really enjoy the sadistic type of bondage. It’s harsh, it’s not blood flow restricting but very very tight, it often hurts with ropes dragged and pulled against my skin. They often leave deep rope marks on the skin for hours, sometimes even bruises. I enjoyed the discomfort of being in ropes during pleasure and pain, it made me feel extra used and losing control. I feel like I’m completely at his mercy and it is intoxicating. Just being tied up would arouse me.

I love it that it is way less boring than I thought it would be. At least with Oliver, it is different almost every time. Sometimes he takes his time to do really pretty and thorough designs around my body and the fall into subspace would be gentle yet erotic. Feeling his hands and the ropes brushing against my skin and some more sensitive parts would raise goosebumps on my skin. Feeling the heat of his body against me and feeling him breathing behind me on my skin and his scent surrounding me just as the ropes are doing the same, it all turns my brain into mush. But sometimes he would be doing it hard and fast like he couldn’t wait to hurry to the next step which usually is torturing me with pain and pleasure. He would wrap ropes harshly around my flesh, pulling and tugging fast and hard and it would all make me breathless. He would emit these small animalistic sounds with every sharp jerk of the rope and that would make me gasp from the intense sensations. It’s a less gentle way to put me in subspace, now it’s the pain and savageness that I didn’t think possible with ropes before that puts me under and at the same time gets me so freaking wet and ready for whatever it is to come…

But my very favorite part about ropes is not the tying up part. I do adore it but I happen to love the process of Oliver taking the ropes off even more. It’s a relief, it’s intimate and makes me feel appreciated. It’s the way he does it, with almost more care than when he puts them on. He told me that it was this one thing he learned from a female rope top that really made an impression. She said that it would feel very unsatisfying for the rope bottom if the top just releases the ropes, the feeling of ropes just going limp, it’s almost a brutal way to take the bottom out of the state they are in when they are in ropes. So when Oliver releases the ropes, he keeps the tension in them until the end. He would pull the rope out of loops and knots slowly, so I could feel every inch of them. And often when the rope releases finally, he would replace the pressure my body felt earlier with his arms or his body. I’m never left missing the sudden disappearance of ropes that had made me feel safe, the descent back to the ground is always done with care and patience and I enjoy every second of it.

The B in BDSM – Part 4, Shibari

It has been almost four years since I’ve written anything about bondage, I reread my post about ropes and just how much I adore them. I thought it was just my second Dom that I adored and thus everything he did was magical. I mean, I don’t not like ropes at any point but at some point, I just simply deemed it too dull and that I don’t have the patience to play with them. Especially when I joined the scene and I heard about Doms who like shibari but don’t have sex in sessions, I was not having it. 😀 The mere thought of being tied up for like an hour but then don’t get to have sex… so terrible! 😛

Then Oliver, who is pretty new to the scene, enrolled in a 5-time shibari course for beginners and asked me to be his model in it. I said yes just because I like him, and he also promised me naughty rewards after each time. For three weeks in a row on Sundays, he came pick me up and off we went to the kinky club where the course is held. The first time was very fun, where some simple tying techniques were taught. The second time were about legs, and they surely looked beautiful. But then the third time came.

It was time to learn about harness, where the arms were tied behind my back and ropes would go over and underneath my breasts. It might be because I was extra horny last Sunday, but somehow the whole process turned me on immensely. I mean, I was surprised that ropes still turn me on. The roughness of new ropes on me, the slight irritation I feel on my skin, the tightness and the sense of being trapped. The harness also lifted my breasts so they look incredibly beautiful. It might also be that I was more comfortable with Oliver after playing for several times, so when I told him I was horny, he started touching me without everyone else attending the course noticing. I liked it when he pulled my hair back and leaned forward from behind over my shoulder to adjust the ropes or hear what I was whispering to him.

Yup, definitely horny that Sunday, cos I remember I caught his scent when I went into his car, it’s the mixture of his natural scent and a mild fruity sweetness on whatever product he uses on his hair. I also realized on that Sunday just how much I like his scent because I got to compare it. The shibari course was taught by a skilled rope top and sadist in the scene, I’ve seen him performing shibari in many events. I feel like he got very close against me (with my consent of course) when he showed Oliver how the harness was done, and I could smell his cologne. I strongly dislike men using cologne because it completely disguises their natural scent and I rely on it quite a lot to determine whether I am attracted to someone or not. I thought I was attracted to the shibari teacher, he is the very classic sadist type, but when he was against me doing ropes, I was weirdly not into it. But when Oliver did it, I was very much into it. I guess I do need to connect with someone first before feeling sexual attraction. I mean I can create that connection pretty fast but I still need it. And the more I get to know someone, the more comfortable I would get and thus be more sexually attracted to them.

If you tell me like a few months ago that I would once again learn to enjoy ropes and shibari as part of my sex life, I wouldn’t have believed you. I don’t think I would ever be a purebred rope bunny but turns out I do have the patience for ropes and I thoroughly like to be tied to my ceiling hook. At least when it is with someone fun like Oliver. 😀

This post marks the 700th post on this blog! 😀 Holy shit. Here’s to many more to come and many more kinky adventures to come! Until then, stay kinky! 😉

Day 4 of the Kinky Advent Calendar 2016

Ropes

Welcome to Day 4 of the Kinky Advent Calendar 2016!Guess we’re back with bondage. Ropes are right now my favorite form of bondage. The large part why is because Sir Atticus is very patient with the rope. He knows all of these knots that look complicated from my point of view. And He sometimes would hum when tying me up with rope, and it always makes me smile. And then there is the feeling of ropes against my skin, when it glides against it, especially when I’m naked and I can feel the rope everywhere. It does feel very weird when the rope happens to get between my ropes and it drags against my lady parts, I really can’t decide whether it feels good or not. It definitely makes me squirm though.

Sir has this steel frame bed that truly is made for rope bondage. It was also very fun to sleep in bondage, tied up to the said bed. He recently got a… um, metal thingy that’s for the ceiling and that’s for tying standing up. I do hope I get to someday experience suspension. *drift off to naughty la la land

Tomorrow, something double the naughtiness on Day 5 of the Kinky Advent Calendar 2016. Don’t miss it! 😉