Rope With Friends

Rope with friends header image shows me bound into a bal, with futomomo ties on my thighs, a chest harness and hair tied into crotch rope. I'm on the floor of a BDSM dungeon with a play equipment in the background, illuminated in pink light.

Over the last year Loki and I haven’t tied together very much. Life, the universe and covid have got in the way somewhat. But we both love rope with friends and wanted to get back to what we love best. As a result we had a collaborative session shortly before Christmas. (Do you remember when we went out for dinner? That night.)

It wasn’t busy at Twisted Boudoir, but it wasn’t quiet either.

With scenes going on all around we bundled into the corner and the fun began. He chose the best rope for the rope to flow. Jute in hand he tied, and I folded up into impossible shapes. As we travelled through a range of ties, each adding something on to the previous binding, I was relaxing into that space where my mouth betrays me… “You could just tie that into there” I quipped, referencing my hair and the chest harness. With a little shuffling and some intense core work my hair was attached to the friction between my breasts, and the games began. The crotch rope was tight, and I was able to rock back and forth gently. While I was able to move I was very much at the peril of my head position.

Ah, the joys of rope with friends!

With a Domme flogging a fellow submissive just off to my right and a caning scene happening a couple of metres to my left. Plus another rigger taking a bunny in hand on the far side of the room. Not to mention a couple indulging in wax play in the centre. We floated in our own little bubble of consciousness for some time. Occasionally noticing where we were, and interacting with others if the opportunity arose.

I hadn’t realised, until he was releasing me, that Loki had rarely tied in a public space. This surprised me as the first time we crossed paths was at a rope munch. Add to that the knowledge he attended other ropey events across the south west. I’m a big fan of public play as well as private. It tickles my exhibitionist nature no end. Therefore the evening was perfect for me, but I totally understand how it could have been nerve wracking for him. Hopefully he had a great time, I know I did.

I look forward to the next time we can show off our rope fun, surrounded by friends.

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If you fancy some more of my rope-memories perhaps you might enjoy this post for starters? Rope Slut Reflections.

12 comments

  1. You must be so supply. I could maybe do that but I not for long I don’t think. And I miss rope. I hope this year I might get to have a chance to indulge in some again

    Molly

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