Caught on camera, mid tie... November 2017 saw me at the start of my weight loss. I had also just learnt about an app called whistlecam, recommended by my rope hero and friend to take difficult shots when I am otherwise occupied. Perfect! Or not... What I hadn't realised was that my text tone would set the... Continue Reading →
The first sprinkling of freckles appears with the cherry blossom on the trees. That's the beauty of my skin, it displays natures kisses proudly for the world to see. It won't be long before I'm bound and naked in my happiest of places once more. Click the lips to see what everyone else is up... Continue Reading →
Late last spring I was fitted for a bra for the first time since my teens. As soon as I knew I had a size I quickly fell in love with lingerie and soon acquired a variety of lovely underwear. The black bra I'm wearing in this picture is the first purchase, the one I made off... Continue Reading →
My brain was screaming loudly, though my mouth remained clamped shut. Silent. Staring at the blank screen in front of me I had been counting down the hours until my deadline. That had now passed, words for the extension request almost failing me too. It was the worst case of block I have ever experienced... Continue Reading →
I was bound to relax at some point. It just took some time and effort, not to mention a little rope. The rope kisses make me happy.
Sometimes a sheer body stocking and some light bondage is all you need to feel super sexy. I love what a bra does to my clothed figure, but without the covering of fabric I still feel lumpy and bumpy in an unattractive way. With weight loss comes baggy skin, a delay in the shape change. ... Continue Reading →
"I've got a five-day game for you next week." My phone lit up again. This time with a list of items to gather up. Suspender belt Rope Leather My favourite sensual material A scouring sponge Tea tree oil With just one thing missing from my list I had to go shopping. Oddly it was just... Continue Reading →
"It will be fun" he said as he took my hand, encouraging me from the bed. "You won't need to get dressed, just stay as you are." Down the stairs we went, peering through sleepy eyes and feeling the cold blast of fresh morning air as he excitedly bundled me to through door. Camera bag slung... Continue Reading →
No, that's not right!! F is for: Filthy Fetid Freckled Flying Foot Click the lips to see what everyone else has offered for the January Prompt. F is for Sinful Sunday was first published on A Leap of Faith
Basking in the light and glory that comes with not giving a damn. Alice Oseman. Retreating into myself last week the last thing I wanted to do was socialise. But I'd arranged to go to dartmoor for some more rope and photos with my friend who took this one, among other pictures. I've yet to... Continue Reading →
This is my carefree, this is my freedom, this is MY HAPPY I am....Me. Authentically me... Click the lips to see what everyone else is up to for Sinful sunday's prompt week. I am.... Sinfully Me was first published on A Leap Of Faith.
I can't control the wind, but I can adjust the sail. On a recent trip to Dartmoor with my friend we visited the aptly named Wind Tor. He had tied a simple chest harness before we left the house, and had great fun fighting the strong winds on Dartmoor. Looking back at the pictures now,... Continue Reading →
I know I have mentioned my expanding friendship group ad nauseum, but they are a wonderful group. Chatting about this blog while exploring Dartmoor for some rope photos I told him about the scavenger hunt. He has a sense of mischief to rival my own, and we laughed heartily as he loosely tied me to... Continue Reading →
It was a saturday morning like many others. My childfree weekend had freed me up to attend a local peer rope workshop. One tie in particular has foxed me since I took up tying and there was to be a demo that I did not want to miss. It was to be shown last, and... Continue Reading →