This weekend was Sir's High School Reunion in Dallas, so we saw it as the perfect excuse to get out of the house after we just finished our move. It was also a great excuse to see our lovers up there, which we adore. So I made plans with my favorite Rope and Photographer friend. I'll call him S for convenience.
So, where to start? Ahh, yes. The beginning is a great place. Around 2:30 on Saturday afternoon S picks me up. It's always good to see him, but it had been over a year since last we saw one another. Hugs were exchanged, Sir met him and then we were on our merry way. We stopped and grabbed a small snack, since S knows I can sugar drop easily when in rope or play. When we got to his new place I was amazed, It'a really awesome studio in what used to be a flour mill, all exposed concrete, huge windows and steel beams. His ubiquitous leather couch was still in residence, along with a new red one that I fell in love with.
He set out the rope, We were using Jute, and hemp rope for the tie, Lots of little bundles, I think I started to drool.. Scratch that. I did, I totally did. So I go and get undressed, because S and I have decided to do some Newaza. Newaza is a sort of seduction through rope. It involves a lot of physicality, trailing the loose and coiled ropes over the body, as well as light wrestling. S employs very effective and quick ties in it as well that can be released quickly for the next idea. I absolutely adored this part, We wrestled about with him pinning me to the floor with a hand in my hair and a carefully pressed knee at my back more times than I can count. Mhmm, heaven.
He tied me in about 6 or 7 quick ties, leaving various parts of me restrained and using it also as a way to warm me up and stretch my muscles before the main event. We were also just enjoying the play and re-establishing the friendship and trust. He did a tie I had never done before, a combination of gag and blindfold. It was very strange, and the hemp rope had an unusual taste and texture against my tongue. Then, with my eyes bound and my mouth gagged he tied my arms in an Over-arm position, threw me over his lap and gave me a spanking. I squirmed a bit, kicked my feet, made muffled gasps, moans and squeals, but he had me held down with one arm completely across the small of my back. I thoroughly enjoyed myself, every second of it.
We had discussed beforehand what I was comfortable with, so I was perfectly okay with and yet pleasantly surprised by him deciding that next I needed an orgasm. The arm across my lower back become the hand in my hair and an elbow on my shoulders as his fingers sought, found and rubbed on the most tender of my parts. By this time I was ridiculously worked up and more than ready for some release. He quickly managed two orgasms then untied me, held me for a bit and then we were into the rope again for a bit.
When he was satisfied that I was relaxed and stretched enough I went to refresh my makeup and hair while he got the camera adjusted. I slipped into my kimono dressing gown and we started the shoot with color and flash tests. I got some really cute shots from it too! I had brought two of my favorite fans, We did a few test shots with them, but didn't manage a tie that we wanted to use them with this time. Oh well, there is always next time! So the test shots were finished, the lighting and camera set up. We started simply, just a basic shoulder tie, Simple, elegant and clean.
A few more shots, and then he added in a hand tie, pulling my hands close to my body, securing them there. It was a very lovely tie!
As the tie evolved, I floated off into the very strange yet dreamy "Ropespace". Ropespace for me is a lot like subspace, but instead of being mainly a pain triggered head space, it is one brought on by the pressure and feeling of safety I get from being bound. I float off and just exist, happy, secure, content. I think it really shows in this next image...
As I was drowsing in my rope induced euphoria, S asked me if I was ready to start the actual suspension part of our shoot. I was totally ready, and nodded, my mouth slightly dry and barely whispering " Yes." He secured a line from the ring to the back of the shoulder harness and tightened it to make me sit up slightly on my knees and toes.
From there, he had me bend forward and he picked up a knee and did a quick tie around it and we tested the look of the line. It wasn't the best and I don't think he was pleased with it. It broke up the line of the leg. So he released me after a couple images of that variation.
Then he brought my foot up and around, securing it on the other side of my knee with an ankle and toe tie, This was actually a pretty comfortable tie, as I was resting my weight ever so slightly on a bit of my thigh and a tiny bit of a shoulder.
He then added in a bit more rope, making a few adjustments here and there and tightening and straightening the lines. In the end I felt a bit like a sailboat, from the triangular configuration, but I truly was sailing anyways. I was in ropespace, but I was cognizant of when I needed to get out, as unfortunately I was beginning to feel an uncomfortable pressure on the side of my chest.
But in the end we got our shot and I felt magnificent. By this time he had worked up a sweat and needed a shower as he had things to do after the shoot. He started uploading the pictures to his computer and I was itching to take my contacts out so we retired to the bathroom, where S, in between me taking out the contacts gave me another spanking. We ended up wrestling a bit, mostly play fighting with a bit of forceful spankings administered, until he had me pinned to the wall. I may not have ever mentioned this, but I love play wrestling and being pinned to the floor, wall, bed or any other surface I can be pinned against. Yes, I have a thing for being immobilized.
He smiled in a most devilish and wicked way, I melted and he growled into my ear. His hand reached up to my throat and he asked if it was okay. I nodded, made sure he could see my eyes and stared straight into his as he squeezed, gently at first, then building up pressure and intensity. I went light and heavy at the same time, The world expanded and contracted until he and I were the only ones in it. I squirmed a little, sinking into the colors that danced before my vision, the darkness faded in and out, and in again. Time stopped briefly, and all I could feel was the wall, his warm body, and his hand on my neck. I shivered and sighed and came, his fingers making sure of that. It was delicious, absolutely delicious.
He stopped when I said that I was at my limit, helped me to the couch, made sure I was alright to be on my own, and left me with a glass of mango smoothie while he rinsed off. While he was off showering and when I felt fine to get up and move I curiously went to the really awesome bed that was elevated right up near one of the windows. I climbed up with my smoothie and my kimono and stared out the window for a bit, it was so fascinating and exciting to be up in a window all but naked, yet I felt safe and comfortable doing so.
I had bought my phone up with me, so I took a few selfies in front of the window, reveling in my exhibitionism and just enjoying the rope and breath play after glow. S eventually made it out of the shower and he joined me up on the platform bed, bringing with him my body wand and some rope. Giggling I asked him if he had plans, he smiled wickedly again and just nodded. Before too long my hands were once again behind my head in an over arm tie and my legs spread and held open with one of his arms.
He switched on the wand and slowly ran it down my thigh, caressing and teasing me. I felt so exposed, like anyone looking would easily be able to see what was going on. I have always had exhibitionist tendencies but this was a completely new experience. Completely helpless, and being forced to come in front of a huge set of windows six stories above Dallas was not something I ever thought would happen. It was amazingly hot. It took very little time for me to come the first time, and less on each orgasm thereafter. After five I was half crazy from pleasure. But no, he wasn't going to let up there, he held the wand there till I was screaming in pleasure and frustration I was unable to get away from the wand. I was literally twisting and flopping so hard I was in danger of catapulting myself off the bed, and when I could take no more and was a gibbering, shaking, sweating mess or rope, skin and orgasm he gently untied me and let me snuggle up comfortably with him a few minutes. I lay there as he softly stroked my skin and helped me center a little. It was so cathartic.
We lay there for a few minutes, enjoying the sun on our skin and him being amused at the little noises I made as after shocks hit me. We talked a bit about ropework, photography, and more on how our lives were doing and just enjoyed the moment. By this time the photos were done and he and I did a bit of editing, I got my copy and we both got dressed and were on our way back to my Lover's house. All in all it was an AMAZING experience and I wouldn't change a thing about it. I'm so grateful to have such a wonderfully kinky friend who enjoys the times we get together and who inspires me to keep modelling and chasing my dream.
