As time passed I’d been busy putting a smile on my own face, and completing tasks for Sir. It soon became clear that I would need to harness the power of boobs and rope. I had a friend in need!
It began with a little message, you know how these things do. It was a quick catch up with CC on Whatsapp. As I recall CC had just taken the boy to the train station after his most recent weekend with her. The words in the message didn’t match the tone, something was off. I knew she needed a spot of cheering up. Now, CC is one of a number of friends who really find boobies can help anything.
(This is something that cropped up again recently when CC was unwell. We have banded around the idea of boobs on prescription!)
By the time she got back to her home I was ready and waiting. I’d bundled up my favourite, happiest rainbow rope and my boobs, made a cuppa, and slipped out into my back garden. My garden wasn’t overlooked and I could sit on the bench in the late spring sunshine, topless and tying.
CC lives about 50 miles away, but I wasn’t going to let a small thing like that stop me. I had decided that I needed to tie with her. Even if that was ‘just’ virtual. Over the course of the pandemic this has become more common, but even then, as a single mum, it was a necessity. Though we didn’t use zoom at the time I knew she would be happy to receive some photos, even if she was feeling to meh to reciprocate.
She’d soon joined me- in her secluded garden- with a cup of coffee, a couple of hanks and her very own set of boobs! We whiled away an afternoon, sharing our smiles, our boobs and our rope creations. There was no focus on technique, just enjoying the ropes as they passed through our fingers, caressed our flesh. Together but apart. Using an alternative medium for a much needed embrace.
By the time I had to dress for the school run we’d set the world to rights. Life was in balance again and we both had some pretty pictures to look back on over the coming days. CC had a fun story to share with the boy, which would help them bridge the gap. And I was excited to share my days activities with Sir.
Boobs and rope is the continuation of my story. The next post will be coming soon.
But if you’d like to read something in the meantime, please go and check out the other posts shared this week for Mmm Mondays Meme, or posts from my own category.
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" Using an alternative medium for a much needed embrace."
This is exactly what rope feels like isn't it? I always feel sleepy during a long tying session. Something about it makes my mind turn off, and everything slow down. I'm so glad you have a friend to share that with :)
It is a wonderful feeling, just being able to give into the bonds and let go. CC is a great friend and, remote or together, we always have some kind of mischief cooking up between us.
I love that you ended up having such a chill rope session with a friend. It’s something I hope to do with a friend in person soon too. The colours of the rope and work itself look great. It’s what initially made me click on the post to read on!
If you ever fancy some long distance rope company give me a shout. In person could take a bit more planning though 🤔