A Rope Munch After A Kinky Party

After meeting with Mr Magic Fingers my children arrived home from their half term visit to their dad. I had a well deserved rest and enjoyed the end of the school break with them, and then a quiet week studying, tying myself up and chatting to random folks people on fabswingers. My libido had returned with a vengeance, and so I wanted to make the most of it. My next child free weekend was already booked up with a kinky house party and my local rope munch. Exciting plans so I would need to wait for the fucking I craved!

The saturday took me to Pie for his birthday party.

He is well known for his parties, and this one was to be no exception. My first kinky house party! I am not great at small gatherings so offered to find myself a job for the night. I wanted to be able to socialise while doing the task but not be tied down to anything for too long. Apparently, at the last party, a friend had been in charge of pizza but hadn’t been too successful. So I did this, and food prep. The heart of the home is the kitchen, right?

He had ordered some stock whips, and we had arranged to play in front of an audience. I had a spotter by my face, much like at the wedding, and I was marked heavily. His frustration evident as I was enjoying myself so much the giggles escaped my lips. My first experience of stock whips was proving wonderful for me. For him, not so much. He wanted tears and resorted to intimidation to try and get them. Fear doesn’t work for me, and we stopped to briefly chat about what was happening. I made him see my point of view and adlibbed a song for him, singing to the tune of Lesley Gore’s classic.:

“It’s your party but I won’t cry like you want me to”

Once I had made him laugh again we continued.

And once we were done he wrapped me in a blanket, cleared the sofa and lay me down. Instructing one person to get me a cup of tea and a glass of water, and another to turn the music down a little. Fortunately all of the pizza was cooked so my self assigned job for the evening was over. With my required aftercare in hand (space, blanket, fluids, snacks, peace) I could just zone out and land gently. As this was my first private party I had only guessed that Pie would be mindful of my needs and accommodate them as he had previously, but it was nice to be safe and respected in that phase of recovery. When I came back to my senses fully I had enough time to watch a couple of scenes and chat among new friends before heading home.

And home I went. The Sunday was the rope munch!

That night I slept like a dream, the way I always do after an intense impact scene. Waking refreshed I had time for breakfast and a cup of tea. It was a bright and dry day, my bag of ropes were ready for me to wander over to the local gym where the monthly event was held. I was due to see CC and the boy while there. By this point she was his Mistress and he was my bunny. We made a curious little triad of differing kinks.

The boy has a big thing for escape bondage. I am always looking for ways to improve my understanding and skills. I knew he enjoyed hogties and found them easy to wriggle free of, but I wanted to practise my uplines and so this is what we did. First I bound him in the hogtie, then I added an upline and put him under tension. “Let’s see you get out of that one” I thought as I sat next to CC to watch his ministrations.

With the boy bound and working hard to get out, we sat and relaxed. Watching carefully and listening in case he should require our help. The rest of the attendees were taking a break also, sat in a horseshoe watching his efforts, and at one point it looked as though he would be out of the bonds. But then something happened that gave me cause to think on my approach.

The rope munch host stepped in and tied another rope in. To tighten his bonds and put him under pressure.

Bear in mind that this man was not involved in my scene, negotiations, anything. He just casually strolled in and did what he wanted. Everything happened in slow motion and I’m ashamed to say I was powerless to get up and tell him off. To get him away from my work of art. To make him stop. CC and I turned, looked at each other, mouths wide. As soon as I came to my senses I stood and removed the rope that he had tied in. Checking in with the boy before handing the host back his rope with a glower.

I didn’t know what to say.

There was a mix of emotions bubbling away at this point.

• I had failed the boy by allowing this to happen.
• My scene had been violated.
• How would my bunny trust me to keep him safe at future events?
• I’d failed in my responsibility as rope top!

I couldn’t change what had just happened, but I would make sure that it didn’t happen again. Failure is the worst feeling for me and in this case I had done that, big style! My rope scene, my responsibility. The boy said it was all fine, but actually it wasn’t. I may not be Dominant, but I take my responsibilities seriously, and if someone trusts me with their body and well being then I don’t want to let them down.

With the ropes packed away, the boy settled and the drinks drunk the rope munch finished for the month. The host was the male half of the couple who had recently married, and I was quite friendly with them. That evening we spoke about his behaviour and how it wasn’t acceptable. He thought he was helping, or so he said, but I reminded him that if I needed help I would ask for it. Also making the point that you don’t interfere with other people’s ties, rope munch host or not. He did not need to mansplain, fix or otherwise try to control what I was doing.

Especially if he wished to maintain a friendship with me.

Perhaps he needed to be nice to me as he had invited me to host a workshop in a couple of weeks time, or maybe he actually valued my friendship. Either way, he apologised and said he would keep clear of my ties in future. Clearly his “help” wasn’t needed!

CC and I invested in some yellow and black warning tape to set up around our space at future events, if we felt it was needed, and she and I discussed how I would behave if this happened again. The assertiveness I had been working on with my counsellor took on a whole new meaning for me. I suddenly had a new outlet for practising this skill. I love when my vanilla and kink worlds collide in this way.

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