Wow this is a large subject with many nuances which are never lost on me. My beloved loves ropes and other bondage tools and I adore what he does with them. This is a flight of my senses.

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THE DAY I LEARNED TO FLY

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He takes me down to the play room promising me something exciting. My heart is pounding. I can’t think of what it could be because everything we do in here is exciting. I am not afraid just anticipating what is to happen. He knows full well how I adore surprizes. He unlocks the door and we walk in. My eyes dart everywhere looking for some clues but all I can see is a large metal ring attached to the ceiling and I frown, uncertain of what it means. Leading me to the centre of the room he has me turned towards the big mirror. The ring is just above me. He then places a blindfold over my eyes. The blindness is a little disconcerting and I gasp softly. He leans in to kiss me gently and says, ‘Steady darling, you’re going to enjoy this.’

Then I hear his footsteps as he walks across the room and he brings something back. After just moments I hear the unmistakeable sound of rope being released from it’s coil. Is he going to tie my wrists and attach me to the ring? The scent of rope rises and touches my senses and in turn I melt. Nothing reduces me into a needy kitten more than rope.

I feel my darling starting me off with a chest harness with my arms behind my back and I am soon trapped in the rope. It is something we do a lot but that doesn’t mean he rushes. I can’t resist testing the ropes and I am stuck fast. It is over and under my breasts, with a loop between my breasts. My arms are back with my wrists trapped by the winding rope, one higher one lower. There are quick release knots just in case. I am frowning under the blindfold because the harness isn’t as tight as usual. It is tied firmly but not tight. There are no sore spots or pressure points. S. is good at this and is continually checking me to make sure everything is right. He also relies on me saying if something is too tight or feels numb. He looks for pronounced discoloration of my skin.

He then takes another rope upwards and then pulls it down again. I assume the rope is fixed in the ring then it is attached to my chest harness. I had no idea what is going on but I cry out when he pulls the rope through the hook and I am drawn up to my toes. I am crying out in alarm for a few seconds but S. turns my head to him and kisses me softly, then whispers against my lips, ‘You are going to learn to fly angel.’

He carefully doubles the rope and carefully cinches my waist with it then puts both ropes through my legs as a doubled crotch rope. He ties that off. Then he separates the ropes and then puts one rope around each of my thighs. Again it is tied off.

He then lifts me higher by pulling on a rope and attaching the end to a hitch attached to the wall, but I can’t see what he is doing and I can only guess. I am lost in the ropes, my breath ragged my senses reeling. This is so much more exciting than I have ever felt before. Because my senses are out of control I still can’t guess where this is going. I just feel rope as it touches my skin.

He places a small bench under my ass and he has me sit on it. He pulls my leg up so it is bent as much as it can be and my foot is on the end of the bench. Next to be tethered is that leg and he moves it, testing to make sure he doesn’t hyperflex my knee joint. He takes it as far as it will go without pain and does a figure of eight from my ankle and thigh and then he winds more rope around the leg tie, making sure the tie will not move on my limb. Next the leg tie is attached carefully to my waist cinch so it doesn’t move. I am still balance precariously on the bench.

All that is left to bind is my last leg, and my toes barely scrapes the floor.

He winds the rope around my remaining leg, keeping it straight. It is then tied off and after he is done he somehow lifted it from the floor and attached it to the ring in the ceiling. He raises my leg higher than the other so that I am turned sideways a little. I realize my legs could be easily parted should S. wish to fuck me.

He slowly takes away the small bench and I am completely hanging from the ring in the ceiling. I am completely helpless and that turns me on so much that I am making little mewling sounds of need.

I struggle a little and that has me swaying in the air and I gasp softly. I settle down into the bondage so lovingly applied to my body. The rope is secure and I am too. I am gasping for air but not struggling then everything inside me let’s go. There is no tension, no painful reminders of the rope around me. I feel myself going down to that place of sub space. I am so aroused my sex is flooded with my essence. Then I realize something…

I am flying.

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This is a fantasy that we haven’t tried yet due to my problems with my knees but we will be soon. Please excuse any technical omissions. Like I said I am the rope bunny not the Rope Master.

10 Comments on “Tell Me About Bondage

  1. Wonderful post kitten, you describe it so well. I’d love to experience more elaborate rope bondage and even suspension, if my poor creaky body could take it!

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    • dear kisungura I have a problem with my knees and if there is too much weight placed on them I am in screaming pain so I have no idea if I can fly. I am doing more exercise to strengthen them. I can’t bend them much past 90 degrees and then I can’t stay that way for long. I am damned sure I am going to though. I bet you could wear a darned good chest harness. You don’t have to have your arms behind your back either. I have had that feeling of flying with just a chest harness if I am tied so I am lifted up on my toes. The magic of rope and other bondage can transport you to a very magical head space. The reason I am able to do bondage is because I am a little under 5 foot tall but I know of one lady that was actually shocked as hell when she was asked by a rope master if she wanted to try suspension. She had always been told she was too fat to fly (please excuse that word but I was quoting her). That lady was tied and suspended and it was done in a way she was not hurting. I would say that no matter your shape size and infirmities there is a way to go beyond the parts of your body that don’t work ❤ ❤ ❤

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  2. What a great post! I was trying to imagine every knot and twist with each line. I have no experience at all with rope which made it all the more an exploration of what was going on! I hope you get to fly one day!

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    • HisLordship I have indeed enjoyed bondage with rope and I can’t really explain the power it has over my body for sure, but what people don’t realise is that the reason it is such a turn on, well for me it is, is that it is not totally about the rope. I am turned on by S, as he winds the rope around me. It is about me, the rope and my darling S. It becomes a union, the coming together of three forces and then I slip into subspace, where nothing exists but how I feel, my awareness sort of surfs the wave of it. I can’t really put it into words but it is amazing. Thank you for your kind comments. ❤

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  3. This is really hot. I enjoyed it and was feeling quite envious until it reached the end. I can see why it is a fantasy of yours. I have never tried this sort of suspension but would like to one day – again, creaky body permitting! 🙂

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    • I once read a post in Fetlife about a lady that wasn’t a stick figure and she had never been suspended in bondage. Every rigger said she was too big to fly. One time she was at an event and a rigger asked her if she would like to be suspended and she was at first shocked, but she leap at the idea. and with adaptions he managed to do just that and she loved it! The rigger stayed with her and after it was over he remained with her for her aftercare. She wasn’t naked nor was she touched sexually. She was told, there is no such thing as the right body type, just better riggers. So don’t give up on your dreams, Missy ❤ ❤ ❤

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  4. This is a great post. I love the way you have described the experience in such detail. Thanks for sharing xx

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    • MPB, Julie? Rope has a power over me as so many different ties can be done. I think it is fair to say no two ties are ever the same. Thank you for your kind comments. ❤ ❤ ❤

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  5. Hi. I wondered if you were on twitter. I tweeted a link to your post but wasn’t able to tag you in it. missy x

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  6. I am sorry hun I don’t have a twitter account. Lol I have my hands full with this blog. Thank you for putting a link to here I appreciate it. ❤ ❤ ❤

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