Rope Bondage

Rope bondage

The last time I have felt rope around my body already lies years behind me. It was during the time when we still saw Master R and Dena. Master R was totally into rope bondage – he might still be – and I loved the way he made the rope hug my body, and made me feel secure. He even once had me experience suspension, which, even though I felt self-conscious and didn’t know if I was doing it ‘right’, was a brilliant experience.

I would love to experience it again.

Master T is not into rope bondage and Master R won’t be tying knots around my body anymore. I have no idea if I will ever feel rope expertly tied around my body again. I hope I will.

A harness tied around my chest comforts me. It hugs my rips and keep my arms close to my body. It immobilizes me and forces me to let go of all control, to allow the rigger to decide the next steps.

Once Master R had also tied a hip harness, which also was a great experience, but to be honest, I loved the feeling of a chest harness a lot better.

Rope harness
An old image, but here it shows a chest and a hip harness. The feeling of rope around my skin is exhilarating.

One thing I would really love, but only at the hands of an experienced rigger, is a full bodied harness. I want to feel the rope around my chest, accentuating my breasts, feel it running down to my hips, between and around my legs. I have seen it in pictures before and have always wondered about feeling the rope running between my labia and a knot in the rope pressing down on my clitoris. If I move my hips, will the knot rub over my clitoris? Will it hurt? Will it be just enough to excite me? Or will the knot be sturdy and strong enough to bring me to orgasm? Or maybe it will be too rough and hurt me more than it excites me?

My mind wanders on…

I feel rope all over. A chest harness. A hip harness. Rope around my legs, my knees, my ankles.

My body is not touching the floor. It’s suspended in the air. When I open my eyes, the world is not quite upside down. I feel gravity pulling at my body. The rope keeps me where I am. It pulls at my body, almost hurting me, but comforting me at the same time. Tension leaves my body. I relax into my restraints. I allow everything to flow from me. My head becomes light as happiness fills it.

Maybe one day I will find and trust a rigger enough to have this experience. Maybe one day I will be able to just let go and allow the happiness to fill my head…

© Rebel’s Notes

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