I've been asked many times what it is in particular I like about rope. To be honest there are many elements that I enjoy. But I think at the root of my love for the art of it lays in what it gives me.
My mind is often very active and in my personal life I hardly ever sit still. I dont sleep much, I'm a singke mum and I work a lot. When I commit to doing something with rope a lot of that disappears. When I'm bound and unable to move I can't fight the Rope like I can everything else. Instead rope wraps me up in a blanket, it calms my thoughts, it slows my breathing and I've even noticed it raises my body temperature. It's almost as if it puts me to a meditative state . Cancelling out the noise around me.
Yes rope can be very erotic in play, being bound in positions open to others but in my first experiences I've had with rope it lays deeper than that. It brings me comfort, it brings me peace, it settles my thoughts and helps me concentrate. Because I can not fight against it, instead I happily give into it. Let it wash over me. Let it keep me in place, like pulling in stitches.
Rope was my first introduction to this world and it will always be with me.