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 Kidnapping

From the moment I found out that Oliver drives his car to parties at the BDSM club, this idea of getting ‘kidnapped’ and thrown into his car trunk had popped in my head. Of course, it was nothing new, I’ve seen many pictures, had many fantasies and even discussed with some people to do it. Here’s the thing about fulfilling fantasies and trying new things with Oliver, unlike with anyone else, he and I tend to get things done very quickly. Like the water bondage thing. And he always exceeds all of my expectations of how seriously he takes the play and also how much efforts he puts into them. I guess we had that in common, we both can take our play time quite seriously, I was so used to being the only one who wants to put in more effort.

We don’t necessarily plan things out thoroughly, we just discuss some things in a general sense like him asking me whether I like being manhandled or more like a gentle and spiritual experience. To which I replied that being manhandled roughly is spiritual to me. 😀 And that’s kinda all of the pointers he needed. Oh that and also he would tie me up at the club before throwing me in the trunk.

Conveniently, it was a rope party at the club, and he picked me up and showed me the trunk that he had emptied. He also put a tiny pillow in the trunk for me, cos that’s the stuff our sweet Oliver would do. The party was nothing special, with a couple of bondage shows, he and I mingled mostly separately. It was past midnight when we realized the time and he told me to bring him my extra long rope to tie me up and also my little red buttplug. It wasn’t the first time, and he usually does it just anywhere, but this time he told me to go to the dark room with him. For those who aren’t familiar with BDSM clubs, the dark room is a place for a little more privacy, usually decorated with beds and well, people go there to fuck and do other naughty stuff they don’t want to do in the main area of the club for everyone to see. I wasn’t sure why he wanted me to go to the dark room with him, wasn’t he just going to tie me up?

Is That A Thing? – Water Bondage

I once saw a video about a girl being fucked from behind in the bathroom while her head was being pushed under water in a tub. It was one of the hottest videos I’ve ever seen and ever since then I’ve always wanted to try it. I love all kinds of breath play. Something about me being rendered not able to breathe just turns me on immensely. From choking to blocking my mouth and nose with hand, I like all types. Being pushed under water was the next step. I’ve suggested to a few people before and none of them really got excited about the idea. I have no idea why wouldn’t drowning and fucking at the same time sound appealing to everyone? XD

When I initially presented this longtime fantasy of mine to Oliver, he didn’t seem be a fan of it. But then we saw a beautiful picture of a girl being submerged in a big see-through box filled with water and then he said he wanted to do it. What I didn’t expect was how fast he would just happen upon a big see-through box and last week he sent me a pic of the box in the evening and invited me to have a little spa trip at his place. I didn’t dare to have expectations, cos fantasies don’t always align with reality but let’s just say it was way hotter than I could ever imagine…

I arrived at his place, talked pleasantries, drank a beer and discussed how we were going to go about it. I requested being tied up, it kinda made more sense to me. I also requested the box be filled with cold water, because I can hold my breath better in cold water. In retrospect, it was pretty odd that we actually didn’t discuss any safety measures, I don’t think we ever did. He still jokes around that I never told him what the safe word was. Safewords had never even crossed my mind when I’m playing with him, cos he has always been very caring. Although it would be weird not to discuss safety measures when it comes to water bondage with literally anyone else, with Oliver it felt natural. I trust him fully.

He bound my hands behind my back and made a little harness around my upper body with a sturdy handle in the back. It is one of my favorite bondage design, I adore the handle in my back because it is very convenient for holding on while being fucked from behind. He made it extra tight this time around my arms, the rope digging in my arms when he pulled tight and I couldn’t help but gasp with every pull of the rope. I like it when ropes hurt just a bit, when they are just a little too tight at places where it wouldn’t cut off my blood circulation. I like it when I could feel the texture of the rope.

When he was done tying me up, he pushed me down on my knees on his ridiculously soft carpet and pushed my head on the sofa. He fucked my throat a bit. I still can’t believe he was the same guy who actually didn’t like throat fucking the first time he did it but now fucks my throat more brutally than most people I’ve ever played with. XD It is just another form of breath play. 😛

Then came a hard spanking. After a thorough warm-up with some bare hand spanking, he left me kneeling and came back dragging that nasty wooden shoehorn across the floor with him. I fucking hate that thing. It produces the nastiest type of sharp pain that I could hardly stand. Especially on my calves and the bottom of my feet. I loved it and I hated it when he held onto my ankle to force my foot to keep in place then gave it a few firm hits. To top it all off, he also fingerfucked me with a rubber glove on. I have a thing for rubber gloves, I might need to talk about them later. For some reason, I just get really turned on by them.

So I was well prepared, my butt tenderized, my mind all fuzzy with arousal and the buzz caused by extreme pain and pleasure. He left me tied up lying on the floor while he went to prepare the box. I heard water running in the bathroom through my heavy breathing and the sound made me shivered involuntarily. It was time, we moved to the bathroom.

The next thing I knew, I was kneeling in front of a big see-through box filled with cold water almost to the brim. He got green mood lighting in the bathroom and it turned the box and water looking greenish, like the lake. I started giggling, cos for some reason seeing the green water terrified me. And yes, my natural reaction to intense fear was to giggle for some reason. With one quick move, he grabbed my hair and pushed it down towards the box and I think I screamed out loud but then he pulled me back up and he said ‘just kidding’. I fucking hate him sometimes… He realized just how scared I was and decided to prolong the torture.

Then it came, the first dip. He dunked my head under water and I didn’t expect the sour smell of getting water in my nose – the smell of drowning. I didn’t even notice the cold of the water. Then he kneeled behind me and put his cock in my pussy. I started moaning immediately, his cock felt so damn good. But then he grabbed hold of my hair and pushed my face into the cold water.

Momentarily everything became quiet and it felt like time stopped. And all at once, all the sensations rushed forward, starting from my pussy. I became ultra aware of his cock going in and out. His hand pulling my hair. The sour smell in my nose. The coldness that seemed to wake every bit of me. The sounds that he made, the same sounds he only makes when he is doing something that turns him on very much. When he pulled me back up and I took my first breath, I felt my pussy pulsing and I realized I was about to cum. I think I told him I was cumming, not sure whether he heard me, but just when I was about to cum, he pushed my head back down the water and I was suspended on the verge of an orgasm but not quite able to cross over. When my head broke the surface of the water again, I fucking exploded. It was the most peculiar thing, to have your orgasm being put on hold like that. And it was almost embarrassing how quickly I orgasmed, for someone who doesn’t cum easily, I basically cummed within no more than a minute.

After the initial orgasm, my whole body became hyper-aware. The coldness of water dripping down my hair onto the rest of the body making me shiver. How amazing it felt when he decided to do it rapidly, pushing me under until my head bucked and pulling me back up, letting me take one breath and pushed me back down and repeat. And repeat. And then many times more. It was breath-taking literally and all the while he was fucking me hard in my pussy. I have no words to describe how fucking hot all of that was.

At the end of it, I was breathing hard and shaking a bit uncontrollably. He took the shower, putting on some warm water and showered me all over. It felt beyond divine. Then he proceeded to slowly untie the soaking wet ropes. He did it unbelievably slowly, letting me feel every wet fiber of the rope running across my skin. I adored how incredibly intimate it felt, the ropes and his bare body against my back and his head over my shoulder and his scent surrounding me. When my arms came free and the blood rushed through my limbs, it was the sweetest pain ever and he embraced me from behind. It was a very tender moment that I couldn’t help ruining. Cos I suddenly realized that my hair was still soaked in cold water and in front of me. Him hugging me close from behind was just too tempting of an opportunity not to be bratty. With one smooth flick of my head, my hair flew in an arc backwards and the ice cold wet tips of my long hair hit his naked back. I giggled from a very annoyed growl he let out behind me. He threatened me with peeing in my hair. Not sure how that was even a threat cos a warm golden shower just sounded pleasant to me.

There. That was my first experience of water bondage. I freaking loved it. I’m eternally grateful for Oliver for realizing my long-time fantasy, it was better than I’ve hoped for. I’m sure it won’t be the last time. 😛