This week has been one hell of a week and its only Wednesday! I have had some pretty heavy family stuff occur, played with rope, and went to my first munch. For the first time in an online “session” (for lack of a better word) I didn’t crash afterwards. Maybe it was the hug of the rope, maybe it was the challenge of self tying, maybe it was who was walking (texting no pictures exchanged) me through it all, maybe it was the need to escape, and maybe it was all of the above. I’m moving forward on my attraction to rope. I am drawn to the challenge of the ties, how the rope feels against my skin, and the marks it leaves behind. At this stage I want to be both a rigger and a bunny, so maybe I am more of a switch after all. The only person I trust enough right now to tie me up is me…so self tying it is maybe forever, maybe just for now.
5 years ago. December 6, 2018 at 3:56 AM
