What the Two Knotty Boys Did to My Style of Bondage – A Tribute 1


This weekend marks the end of an era as the Two Knotty Boys teach their last class and head into the glorious and glamorous world of retired bondage educators.   Ok the last part might not be true because I’d be hard pressed to name other retired BDSM educators but the fact remains that their books and videos have had more influence on my approach to rope bondage than anyone else.

Once upon a time there was a skinny guy in his late teens running around in leather pants, long hair, probably without a shirt and toting a pair of hand cuffs.  In fact there probably were (or are) more than one person who meets that description but for a moment suspend your disbelief and pretend I was the only one.  This was how I started partaking in bondage.   In those heady days it was simply restrain and fuck like mad…not that it’s a bad thing. From there I moved to leather cuffs, assorted scarves, silk ties, a few assorted bath robes that were sacrificed for the cause, chains and even the all too cliché pad lock or two.  Rope was not a main stay… at least not yet.

Fast forward 10 years, 30 pounds and several tax brackets and you had a guy in his late 20’s married to an open minded woman and a growing penchant for Latex and Vinyl play wear.  The music wasn’t quite as loud but it was still angry, life wasn’t quite as free (kids will cut into play time) and I found myself standing in the first truly fetish themed store I knew of in Pittsburgh Pa. It was like a moth to a flame, as inevitable as anything imagined. I bought “Japanese” bondage rope in a plastic tube. Fuck Yeah let’s tie the woman up and do as I please.  Sure now I’d know it was a flat braid MFP that is about as traditional as most of my relationships but at the time it was fun, exciting, and interesting.  Having a partner with D cups the first thing I learned (or at least tied to tie) was a very basic chest harness.   Thus began my rope bondage odyssey.

Two weeks ago I literally found print outs from 1999 on Japanese Bondage I had tucked into other long forgotten books (for the record the print out was found in a book called “the Theory of Harmony”).  For the next few years I tied some, nothing fancy but it worked we both got off and then a friend gave me my first piece of hemp.  On August 9th 2006 I bought Midori’s Seductive Art of Japanese Bondage (It’s amazing what you can find in the “My Account” section of Amazon).  Don’t get me wrong it isn’t a bad book, I was a bad student who lacked the creativity to use the new the information.  Still we tinkered, I played and tied (or tried to). I got better (kind of) and all along the way we watched videos on how to, talked to friends, and began investing in far more rope than any reasonable human being.  There was a strong interest but not a true spark.

The Chesty Blonde With Her hands Tied

Lovely Shape – The Chesty Blonde
Questionable Rope Work – Malflic
June 2008

March 27th 2008 was about the day the light really went on for me. TKB’s “Showing You The Ropes” showed up in my life.  I’ve never been one of the cool kids to catch on to things early, still showing up relatively late to the party is better than not knowing there was one.  In a lot of ways it’s hard to believe it was really only 4 ½ years ago.  I remember the Chesty Blonde hated coming into my home office for the next 2 (or 12) months because every time she did I tied her to something new just to “practice”.   Screw scenes I just wanted to tie new ties and tie more people up…so I started living in a way that I could.  Beyond the amount of bondage in the relationship this was another truly major change.

 

As time went on the lifestyle evolved from that of a guy who was always kind of kinky, whose bondage was primitive at best and really just for dominance or sex to an art form of sorts.  Sure it was an art form that was imperfect at best when practiced by me but it was still an expression, an escape, a fantasy and at times something deeply erotic and hot. I began to consider colors and textures of the ropes against my partner, the setting, and other esoteric things.  Not exactly a purists view I’m sure but suddenly it was OK to experiment. To try ties and things in a different manner, to adjust and do what worked for the moment and fuck whether it was right or wrong in comparison to others as long as it was done safely.

October 20th2009 TKB’s “Back on the Ropes” was ordered and shortly thereafter arrived in my world. I’d devour sections of immediately

Malflic wearing a riggers Gauntlet

Look a halfway decent tie.
Maflic’s arm fall 2009

and added the hip harness to my routine.   Along the way and through the years I’d question how I compared to others in “the Life Style” more and more.  I’d wonder if my yuppie ass belonged at events, munches, and other activities. Did it matter whether I preferred hemp of MFP.  Was I a fake for not living in a certain manner.  Still all along the way I kept putting rope on people, more and more people and loving every second of it.  I’d venture out from time to time, I’d go to the first of my rope themed events.  Most importantly when there was time the blonde and I kept playing with whatever rope was on hand. I’d begin debating whether trying to learn suspension was something I wanted to do.  Life would ebb and flow but every so often the roar would die down just long enough to tie a few double coin knots, a few cuffs, and a chest harness or two.

My beautiful wife who has never been to a single event with me relented and agreed to go when TKB came to St. Louis. I’m not the brightest bulb but in part it was because I was persistent and in a much larger part she’s had a crush on them for years.  As fate would have we didn’t go.  Stupid me and “hey it’s cool we can catch them next time”.  Still we kept playing and having fun.

Then the world came full circle on May 18th 2012 Decorative Fusion Knots arrived, it was a hint, a nudge and a very thoughtful gesture by the Blonde.  While not a TKB book it opened the conversation of “should we go to San Fran for one of their last classes” Of course as is so often the case life outside of the bedroom got in the way. We missed the June class by a week.

I’ve never claimed to be good at bondage, there are days when I’m not sure I could tie a square knot (ok a bit of an exaggeration).  I’m married to an escape artist who likes to say “tie me up pretty” and then wiggle right the fuck out of it. Yet I keep falling for it rather than tying her ass up tight to something immobile . Someday I may fix that problem.  Along the way I think I’ve actually heard my office chair safeword a few times as I practice on it .  Just the other night as some large breasted female was on top of me furiously riding her way to salvation I suddenly reached up, grabbed the back of the harness, moved her to where I wanted her and decided to take her like I meant it. There is no doubt that due to the work of the Two Knotty Boys we’ve had a fucking good time both figuratively and literally.

If you ever happen to see this Boys best of luck in your next endeavors and just remember someday when our descendents have to go through our possessions there will be a lot of rope and copies of your books that will raise some uncomfortable questions.  Odds are we aren’t the only ones. In a large way it will be all your fault!


About Malflic

Minor Demon, life long hedonist, sadist and general nerd. Women are my weakness and greatest addiction of choice followed by torrid love affair with coffee and caffeine. When not committing sins of the flesh I'm an unrepentant capitalist, avid reader, Star Wars, and B rate comedy movie geek.


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