Knot a Party

Yes it's a terrible pun, sorry, suggestions for improvements are always welcome! 


I went to a 'meeting' yesterday, a group of rope 'Artists' got together to share skills and tie up naked people, so exactly my kind of place! But it wasn't a party, it was a get together, so I expected to go, get a few knots tied, and chat, and not much more. Sounded ok, but you know me, I get bored with the simple life. Oh, and did I mention that the beardy guy from last weekend was going too? Knowing he'd be there was the reason I went really, being tied up by him was crazy fun!


So anyway, I got there, and it was just someone's flat, and some people were kind of beginners with rope, so it was an educational evening for them, but for those of us who knew what we were doing, it was heaps of fun, there was a bit of discussion first, and we passed around different kinds of rope, and admired the feel of some of them, and got excited about the glow in the dark rope (very cool stuff, but it doesn't feel as nice as my new love, jute.) After we'd partnered up, things got going faster, S (beardy man) knows jujitsu as well as shibari and kinbaku, so I was on the floor pretty quickly, down to underwear already, and oh my lord was I soaking. Spot the rope slut...


He tied me up every which way, and he's a fickle guy, he seemed to change his mind quite often on how he was going to tie me up, and he enjoys manhandling, treating a woman like a rag doll. Fortunately, I have a fetish for being on the receiving end of such treatment, unfortunately, the carpet in the flat was evil, and I have horrible carpet burn on my knees. Oops.... I really should restrict my fetishes for winter, when such things are easier to hide. It's about 101 degrees Fahrenheit at the moment, that's pushing 40 celcius! Wearing jeans is not an option in other words.  


Anyway, it was a great night, I got tied up thoroughly, and suspended briefly, and pinwheeled into ecstasy, and I have bruised tits again (will I never learn...) and I learnt not to tell S that I would be somewhere 'with bells on' he commented on my turn of phrase earlier in the week, and said he'd have to find somewhere to put those bells, but I confess I was a little surprised when he did actually pull a couple of little bells out of his bag of tricks. They attached very neatly to the chain between my nipple clamps, and then he led me around the flat by them, making me jingle like crazy, and humming jingle bells. My nipples are really quite tender today, funnily enough...


Oh it's a hard life being me... Maybe I'll put my Domme hat on tonight, and nothing else...