My Rope Life Rebooted 12

Coils of Hemp Bondage rope hanging from a barbell

My Rope Life Rebooted

“Do you want to do some Rope? Are you ready?” she asked.

Boy was I ready but simply smiled and said yes. You know me mister cool sitting across the room. Legs stretched out, arms over my head watching her. Which is not at all an unpleasant thing to do. Yet I remained comfortable and in my own way both engaged and distant. In part because I tend to be very self-aware of my physical size compared to others.

“How do you want me” she inquired.

The real answer was naked up against the wall, then bent over the bar, on the bed, the floor, the hallway, and in the rainfall shower in about six positions. But at this point it was a rope bondage scene based ask not an invitation to fuck her for the next 3 days. Like in the earlier post I went conservative but only went semi Boy Scout this time and offered “bra and panties?” She asked what I had planned and then it was settled that panties only was the right answer. A few questions about what she likes and possibly wants from the scene. So it was interesting as the negotiation was fairly light for people playing for the first time. Though both of us are experienced players in our own right and knew enough about the other to have a lot of the basics covered it still was a bit of a leap (for this often OCD top). So taking the approach of “I’m going to (over) communicate through the scene and need you to do the same” the hemp came out, her clothes came off, and we began. It is interesting because the rope and the scene went to wonderful and arousing places I didn’t plan or expect and wouldn’t have negotiated upfront. A nice surprise (and affirmative consent and re consent used along the way).

For the purposes of the post I’ll classify my approach to rope in 4 categories

1) Decorative – Think two knotty boys style of fusion rope bondage meets a symmetry and lines obsession. Generally speaking I have the most experience with this as it was really my starting point with rope, it was pre Shibari ties by me (yes some do seem to cross over), and is not a purist approach style wise. In case you haven’t noticed someone is not a purist type

2) For pain and/or restraint – while not a big suspension person as I’ve only done a few basic suspensions. There has been enough rope for pain (and/or predicament) bondage scenes (ok a lot of them feature a Hitachi vibrator) to warrant its own classification in my play style.

3) Sex – Rope for sex…that why my bondage kink started years ago. There is always some sexual subtext to it one way or another. Depending on the time period and partner it may or may not be prevalent.

4) Erotic (connective) – So grouping erotic and connective together might seem like a bit odd to some folks but think of the last time you had a truly erotic experience and tell me if you were connected in some meaningful way, actions or lustful thoughts with your partner(s).

Now back to the scene…
So there’s the hot Sexy Little Temptress and the first set of ropes pass through the bite and go around her body. It’s our first dance like this. It was a setting not more than 6 hours before I wasn’t sure we what we would be doing. For me it was a first not just time tying her but using rope that wasn’t mine (outside of a class setting). For her it seemed to be first approach to a decorative bondage (only) scene.

We chatted as the rope encased her chest. With the harness in place I wrapped the extra rope in to a decorative handle. Which would be perfect for throwing her around like a rag doll but was about adornment. Pretty rope on a pretty woman. So I gave it a tug, moved her just a bit, smiled like the devil behind her back and then reached for another coil of hemp.

Moving into the corset part of the tie. We talked less, my hands slow and sure, Speed was not important, neither was aesthetic perfection of the lines (though I did just fine there). It was about learning her body, reactions, and making sure that what was working for me was working for her. A lot of the times when I tie it’s about the tying. Sure the other person is important but they aren’t always the main focus. And it started that way however somewhere towards the end of first length in the corset and midway into the second it happened. The tone of our voices dropped, it softened, whispers and hushed tones. The conversation when there was any became about her and the rope as I drank her in. Admiring and learning her body, noting her reactions her body language and maybe starting savor the wraps that went around her torso again and again. It was then that I began to connect with her inside of the scene.

It was not about the rope now it was about her and only her. The rope a tool that I passed over body, adjusting passes, replacing lines, admiring the patterns it left on her skin. She turned to look in the mirror. I stood behind her. Gently touching, fingers tracing her shoulders, neck, and upper back. With permission and some encouragement tracing over the ropes, then down her arms, across the outside of her hips, her thighs, then back up. A hand in her hair. Then a nibble on her neck, grazing her nipples, then a pinch…just enough. She moaned and I repeated the dance of fingers on skin and rope over and over again. Our bodies close never losing some form of physical contact.

We exchanged glances, touches, a few words and continued to share a few extra moments of our first scene together quietly. Before knowing for certain I’d write about her all I could think of was how tempting she was to me. I had to check my lust, my desire, and several other things including my own boundaries (internal and external) many of which I had chosen to go past what was expected. It was a different type of play it wasn’t rope with a person who also liked rope. It had ventured (for me) into connective, sensual, and erotic.

Loosening the knot that held the piece in place. The ropes came off at an even more measured rate than they went on. The scene played out in slow motion. Nothing frantic or rushed, speed or more accurately the lack of it mattered as each pass unwound in an almost measurable subset of eternity, reverberating against her skin and the remaining rope. Long slow listless pulls through the bite. A few changes in pace, position, and tension until the last length hit the floor. It signified the end of that scene.

My gaze was met with her cute little smile, that beguiling innocent look, mixed with a deep an eroticism so few possess. An undeniable Sexy Little Temptress; our time together had just begun. Perhaps my rope life had been rebooted.

Editor’s Note: In case you missed it you can read the first installment of their story Wasted Space, The Stupid Man and the Sexy Little Temptress. If nothing else it provides context to this piece.  Over the coming weeks and months it’s my sincere hope there will be many more installments which you can find in this new handy dandy category that’s been added to the site.

– Mal


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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