Rope, Rough Play and The Exhibitionist Within Gets A Treat...

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.

Next, he decided on an ankle tie,  which worked much better for the leg line.  And so he pulled the leg up and tied it in position.

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.

Creative kink, the Enforced Shibari Days!

So, for a lark one day and because I like doing this for a lover I tied myself up for Sir, in a lovely shibari harness.  I then put on my normal clothes and sent him pictures of said harness.  He came home to me still wearing it and proceeded to play with me in it.  He then untied me since we had things to do and didn't have time for sex.   It was a lovely way of bringing just a bit of kink into our everyday lives and Sir loved it!  I've actually got some really good pictures of this one too ^^

 This is the chest piece and the start and base of the harness ^^

A good shot of the front ^^

And one of the back

An actual shot of the kitty in her natural habitat

Waiting Kitty!

Shy kitty....

So last week he told me to to tie myself up again, but instead of a harness, he came home to a fully tied kitty, in a cute outfit, and ears and tail.  He had meant a harness in reality as he loves it, but I heard tied up, not put yourself in a harness.  The result was fun though and he loved it anyways ^^ 

Here are some pictures of that one, though we were so excited we only took a few ^^ 

Laying in Wait...

Demure Kitten...

This week he sent me an order to be in a harness on Wednesday and I gleefuly complied.  I used two kinds of rope, a darker, thicker hemp rope, and a smaller, creamy cotton rope and a beautiful cream and teal upholstery trim.  The result was lovely!

Take a look ^^

From the side

 From a top view, and yes those are belled nipple clamps ^^

Full front view, with tail and ears.

Back view with tail ^^

Laying side view

Back side view.

Just being cute ^^

Death from above!

Adventures in Sex stores!

Sir and I have frequented a few local sex shops.  Mostly to look but also to purchase my body wand and a couple other toys.  We've had a couple of interesting experiences lately so I figured since I'm still working on my flavors of submission posts I'd do another filler post since I've been under the weather.

So the first time we went to Cindie's ( which is a local sex store)  we were looking at a massage wand style vibrator.  We found the one the we liked, the body wand because it has a scrolling wheel for different intensities in vibration.  The Hitatchi is KNOWN for creating numb girly bits and I have no desire for that,  I like mine just as sensitive as they are!  So we take it up to the front counter and the lady up there mentions how she just got the g spot attachment. Curious we asked her what it looked like since there weren't any in the display section.  She grabbed a bag, and proceeded to pull out a box and show us the one she had just bought, it was really cool!  She even showed us how it worked with the wand.  Such a nice thing to do for us,  we were completely sold and sir got me an attachment for it later that month.

So we went into another sex store, looking for Jo H2O  cooling lube and some other fun goodies,  and Sir found a Tenga egg he wanted.  Now for those of you who don't know, a Tenga egg is a small plastic egg that holds a male masturbatory sleeve.  We went to the front with the lube and the egg and proceeded to check out.  while being checked out we got to talking to the shop girls.  Poly came up and soon they were asking us questions.  How does poly work, don't you get jealous, how do you handle this or that.  We politely answered their questions and the one of the girls was absolutely floored by how honest and open the relationship we have is.  She's never really seen poly in action.  It was really quite adorable.


The last experience I'll share with you is kinda sad.   So we were at another shop of the same chain and we were looking to replace my old silicon butt plug,  and pick up the Bodywand attachment.  We found a very nice one and proceeded to the checkout counter.  We put both on the counter and the lady made sure the buttplug worked ( it's a vibrating ten speed!)  and asked if we needed batteries, we said that we did.  I noticed a basket of Tenga eggs and showed them to Sir.  He smiled and I thought he might like a different one.  The lady at the counter looked confused and asked if I was okay with him masturbating,  I replied that I'm not only okay with it, I encourage it.  If you don't play with yourself, how will you be able to know how you like things?


  She was so shocked you could have knocked her over with a feather.  She said she wouldn't want her husband to do that since she doesn't get enough sex as it is, I just shook my head as we said our good byes and walked from the store.  In the car Sir and I talked about how sad it is that one would deny their partners pleasure just because they weren't getting any or giving it.  Sir encourages me to play as well, he even gives me orgasms to save up in my " spank bank" when I am good to enjoy later.  I fucking love it.  Knowing I have an orgasm in my spank bank is like an extra 100 dollars in the bank account and all the bills are paid and you even pout some into savings!  De fucking licious!

Thoughts and experiences on Submission: Petplay

Sub, Slave, Pet, Babygirl, Student, Bottom, Masochist.

These are but a few names and themes given to the act of  submission.  I have been all of these and have experienced the full range of emotions, pros, cons and pitfalls of all of them.

I'll be breaking this up into a few posts as there is a lot to cover and go over!

I've been in the lifestyle to some degree or another for around 10 years now.  I have, for the most part always been a sub, except when I would occasionally service top.  I think that given my wide range of roles I have had in the lifestyle I might be able to shed some light on and explore a few different subgenres of submission and power exchange.  I'll be starting off with my first experiences as a sub, while I was a pet to my Mistress and her pet.

I was 16 when I first confronted full on my need to be submissive.  I'd always been a quiet girl, who had her head in the books and her fingers in the art supplies.  I lived a very rich inner fantasy life,  but in the end that wasn't enough for my hungry mind or my undying curiosity.  I started my search online and found within a few months of serious and careful searching a domme who was willing to at least educate me on D/s if not actually play with me ( since I was under the age of consent at the time.  Her name was Kat and she had a collared pet who lived with her named Emily.  We met in vanilla situations, never alone for about 6 months before she consented to me coming to her apartment.  I learned a lot in that time and she was pleased by my aptitude to learn and my passion about the lifestyle.  We started with simple things, she taught me many of the " Kajira" poses of Gor and I enjoyed running through them when I was alone in my room at home.

As the day of my 17th birthday drew near I felt a fluttering excitement in my belly,  I knew that the law stated I could give consent to sexual involvement at 17 and I was ready to be able to fully serve Kat and to learn even more about my ever evolving sexuality.   Then, about a month and a half before my birthday I lost my sister.  My world was in chaos for a few months after and Mistress was always there to comfort me if I wanted, never more than an email or IM away.  She was amazingly supportive of me.  I loved her deeply for her unwavering devotion to making sure that those she owned or taught were taken care of.  She was a wonderful domme too, she had all the sadism you could want wrapped up in a tenderness that I haven't yet found a match for.

She waited until a few months after my sister's passing and then offered me my first training collar.  She held the simple purple cat collar out like a lifeline, and I grabbed hold of it and spiraled down the rabbit hole with her and Emily into a intimate triad.  Emily was also a kittygirl and Mistress would always stop and take time out of her day to play with us both as our kitty selves.  Tossing around toy mice and jingly balls for us to chase.  She thought the most hilarious thing was using goldfish crackers as kitty treats.  She would put out a big blanket by the fireplace in the winter for us to curl up on and nap.  She was quite possibly one of the most amazing Owners I can think of.

We had two and a half lovely years together.  she taught me many things as a kitten and her submissive.  I learned how to kneel and be still.  How to unobtrusively help my owner with anything they needed, and serve guests.  How to take and enjoy pain and how to gracefully accept a punishment.  She taught me much about my awakening sexuality and how to please myself and others.  

I think the most important thing she taught me is self esteem.  I started bellydancing classes when I was nearly 18, and with that and her help I grew into being the confident woman I always wanted to be.  I knew that I am strong and determined and have a mind of my own, she taught me that it doesn't have to conflict with my submissive side.  

As a Kittygirl I have responsibilities like any sub, but they have varied wildly between my two owners. Since my Mistress was only part time she only required me to help out around the house when I was there or to be her pet in every sense of the word.  My job was to be the cute happy go lucky kitten in their house, the playmate, the lover, the friend.  I enjoyed it immensely and it was wonderful to just be a pet.

My current owner and I live together so I do a lot more,  I cook most of the meals, keep the house clean and generally take care of the little things.  When I have free time I am highly encouraged to paint, draw, hoop or do whatever I feel will make me happy too.  A lot of my free time is devoted to baking and making delicious treats for Sir because I really enjoy watching his face light up at the smell of freshly baked banana bread!  But other than that I get tied up and spanked, played with, fucked and loved just like any other submissive.

I should have more on this as we progress.  Sorry it's not as informative as I had hoped it might be, but ten years is a long time to remember things!