Rope Slut

Thank you for all the comments on the Thursday Question regarding restraints. They were fabulous to read!

I am a rope slut. I love the feel of rope binding me and restricting my movements. As soon as the rope touches my skin I get a sense of floating and happiness that I don’t get with any other form of bondage. The tighter it is, the better the feeling.

I love that Master has a passion to learn rope and wants to do the advanced detailed things as well. He’s been asked by the groups here to do demos and classes pertaining to the basics of bondage. I’m almost certain that he will be asked about the more advanced things once we’ve gone to ShibariCon and learned even more about what makes rope so erotic and pleasurable to add to any scene.

As for me I wasn’t always a fan of rope. In the beginning I found it fiddly and annoying to use, it took too long to get to ‘the good stuff’ and I just wanted to skip it. I found leather cuffs to be an easy solution and learned to enjoy them. Little did I know that rope would become our primary bondage medium in short order.

The first time Master tried to tie me up in something more basic than tying me to the bed or eye bolts it was very uneventful for me. I could tell, however that Master found it quite pleasurable and I wanted to make him happy. After it was over I spent the next few days thinking about why I didn’t find anything exciting about it and how I could change my perception of something as unexciting as rope.

This is when I realized there was no suffering in the rope. I didn’t feel anything. I immediately asked Master if he could tie me up tighter and make it more restrictive. When we tried again he tied it so tight that I was mildly uncomfortable for the entire time and I began to see what I needed. I needed that tightness, the restriction that rope could afford more than leather ever had.

When I was completely tied I felt fabulous. I got my first rope high. I told Master I was in love. I know he was feeling the same thing. This was our style. This would provide the pleasure for both of us. And restrictive decorative bondage became our thing.

When it came time to untie me I found even more pleasure. The blood rushing back to areas previously denied was sensational. The ache of muscles carried me through days of memories and the mild burning (that I asked for more of) was fantastic. I loved the rope burn.

We do it a lot now. I enjoy the time it takes him to tie me. I love the feeling I have as it builds and time passes. The sensation I feel to struggle against it, the pull of ropes, the tug of knots, the sensations of different ropes. It is all pleasure now.

We are trying different ropes right now and just got a new batch from Rainbow Rope. It’s beautiful rope and leaves lovely marks, but I’ve found one drawback. The burn point is really high. That means the rope burn that I came to love during untying is almost impossible to achieve. Master promised that with the hemp he intends to purchase some day will give me that sensation and probably much more.

I love rope.

–luna

Possibly related posts:

1. Rope Marks
2. Floating in Rope
3. Caged
4. Immobility
5. Anniversary Bondage