It has been some time since we had a date with Master R and Dena and I was quite excited that we at last were going to see them again. After a nice dinner together (which started an hour late due to heavy traffic on the roads) we headed for the venue. It was nice to be in each other’s company again. On our way towards the venue Master R said mentioned that He wanted to work with rope that evening. I was looking forward to feel the comfort of the rope around my body, even though I know my arms and shoulders always hurt afterward.
Within minutes after we arrived at the venue, I was wearing my wrist cuffs and they were clipped to the St. Andrew’s Cross. Master T had a couple of new implements He wanted to try out. First was the triple paddle He bought at the kinky warehouse sale we visited back in November 2013. Then He had a new dragon tail which I instantly hated. Not only the paddle but also the dragon tail really hurt. While these implements were tested out on me, Master R was tying a harness around Den’s upper body. Soon it was my turn and while Master R was busy with the rope, I watched as Master T used the new pair of vampire gloves on Dena. Those gloves do not have the needly pins like the other pair we have , but it looks more like tiny stones glued to the palms and fingers. I saw Dena’s body getting redder and redder and by the time Master R was done tying me and Master T stopped stroking Dena with the gloves, tiny rivulets of blood ran from her thighs. Not a lot, but clearly the skin was broken in some places.
While Master T cleaned Dena up a bit, Master R pulled me towards one of the heavy chains that hung from a beam in the ceiling. The chain was behind my back and I heard that He was busy with it. I thought that He was going to tie the rope to the chain and that then whips and canes and paddles would be used on me again. I was wrong.
Master R asked me to bend forward. I did, but that was not what He meant. He wanted me to lean into the ropes, to hang in them. I did. It put a strain on my shoulders but I could handle it. It was only when Master R started tying rope around my right ankle that I had an idea of what was about to happen. I was excited and nervous all at the same time. I had no time to get too nervous. Once the rope was tied around my ankle, Master R helped me to lift my foot. I was now keeping myself steady on only my left leg and it soon burned with the burden that was put on it. Most of my weight was supported by my shoulders and my right leg, which were tied to the chains hanging from the ceiling. Master R tied rope around my left ankle too and then, for a moment, I panicked. How in the world was I going to be able to lift my left foot?
But panic was not necessary as Master R helped me to lift my leg. He tied the rope on my left leg to the chains too. Or at least I think He did. I was hanging. I was hanging in the ropes, looking down at the floor. I felt the strain on my shoulders and my fingers were all tingly, but I could not care, I was hanging.
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Then the nausea struck. I mentioned this to Master R. He immediately started to untie me, first the left leg, then my right and then the harness around my shoulders. I felt a bit weird, not knowing whether I should close my eyes or keep them open. I think I had quite a cheesy smile on my face, despite the nausea, because all I could think of was that I was suspended in the ropes.
I had to sit for a while and wait for the nausea to disappear, which thankfully it did. And now I’ve had a taste of being suspended, I want to experience it again. I would love to feel more rope around my body, like around my hips and my thighs and then be suspended. Maybe on my back the next time, in other words, with my back to the floor and me facing upward?
Hinting? Oh yes!
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