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  • Circus

    Rope Camp Memories continued…

    After dinner, I headed back to my cabin to get ready for the evening. The only hiccup: I was scared my takedown would happen at any moment. I stood in the shower, worried that at any second someone would pull me out and it would begin. My fear went so far as I thought I heard people gathering, prepping to snatch me. But, alas, no. I got out of the shower, with no one else in the cabin. I put on a cute school girl outfit, and headed to 1/2.

    As I stepped out of my cabin, though, it was raining. Not willing to wait, I thought Fuck it, and started walking. Fortuitously, a taxi pulled up after just a few steps. He gave me a ride up to NYR cabin, my rainy lifesaver.

    When I arrived, everyone was prepping for The Circus. Murphy sat on his bed, drawing out Slut’s award, to be bestowed on her after her takedown. With the letters penciled in, he handed it to me to fill in the color. Incidentally, I found a typo and got him to fix it.

    With her award completed and hidden, and everyone packed and ready to go, I helped Murphy and Gray carry their things as we all trekked to the Dungeon.

    Murphy Blue’s Three Frame Circus

    With the Dungeon filling up with people, both watching and playing, the NYRs descended upon the stage. In the rush to set up, we figured out who went where and who needed what.

    The acts for the evening:
    Cabin Thug: fire cupping
    Dov: Trapeze act
    Gray: magic
    Murphy: aerials

    We turned off the stage lights, repositioned some clip lights, and the show began.

    Cabin Thug setup his area on a table at downstage center. Dov worked on the rig on stage left, prepping for his model to arrive. Murphy and Gray shared the stage right frame, with Gray going first.

    As Cabin Thug began fire play with one of his girls, Gray setup a carabener rigged to his frame by just a single short piece of thin rope. Each of the four ladies who participated in the act came on stage with a chest harness already around their torso. As Gray rigged each lady to his carabener, he slowly lowered them down. Each woman eventually sat at a right angle, their knees bent, with their head resting on the knees of the person behind them. This created a box of beautiful women, all supported by a single piece of rope.

    Gray then whipped out his knife. In a moment of clarity, I turned to Murphy and asked, “Where is your camera?”

    “Fuck, we forgot the camera!”

    With a flourish, Gray unfolded his knife, cut the rope, and all the ladies stayed. The audience applauded, but not one shot was taken to capture the moment. Lame sauce.

    After his trick, we delivered the disappointing news to Gray. I then ran back to the cabin to grab Murphy’s camera. Once again, my magical taxi was there, ready to save the day. It was as if I and the taxi driver had a mind-meld that night; we I needed him, he always appeared.

    After Gray’s trick, it was Murphy’s turn. He setup the large aluminum ring on the frame and repositioned the clip lights. Handing me the camera, he told me to take pictures. I slowly moved around the stage, capturing Cabin Thug’s fire work, Dov’s trapeze act (his model had arrived), and Murphy’s aerial display.

    Murphy tied Janice to the aluminum ring, smiles and glee awash on her face. She spun around, floating in a blissful world above all of us. Meanwhile, Dov rigged Celeste to a bamboo pole hung off of his frame. She balanced on the back of her knees, hanging down as he tied her to the pole. I captured process shots of Dov’s work, as well as Murphy’s, slinking around the stage.

    As Dov was finishing his tie, he asked if I got the shot. I was having trouble with one setting on Murphy’s camera, not sure what I was doing wrong. Dov beckoned Murphy over, saying we were getting nothing but shit from his camera.

    I know Dov didn’t mean for his comment to sound like it did, but in that moment, I felt like he was disparaging my photography, not Murphy’s equipment. Murphy adjusted the camera, took a few shots, and reassured Dov that the moment was captured. Murphy then handed the camera back to me.

    As the boys finished up, I took some more photos, trying to not think about Dov’s comment. I tried to stay in the moment, tried to stay giddy at the performances, tried to be pleased by the work of my friends.

    Afterwards, I was happy with my photography, delighted at a few amazing shots I’d captured, but I wasn’t feeling so great overall.

  • Big Bro

    Rope Camp Memories continued…

    Once Phoenix flew away, the group transitioned outside. In a funny turn of events, Dov ended up beating a woman with his Rope Camp water bottle because she called him Gramps. “This needs to be a new fetish; water bottle beatings, especially with the water, cause you get 75% more beating.”

    This was all fun and good, but I was trying to encourage Murphy away from the cabin. We needed to go for our supply run, and we were already late to leave because Murphy kept getting distracted. I did manage, with the help of his friend, to wrangle him into my car.

    Using my fancy phone, I found a Target and a Walmart right next to each other, and headed in that direction. On the way, both of my passengers fell asleep, the exhaustion of camp starting to set in.

    Unfortunately, Walmart didn’t have anything on my two lists. I did impulse buy a Kit Kat, but that doesn’t count. Murphy purchased supplies for the creation of Slut’s award, the idea that it would be given to her after her takedown. Looking at my two lists, we realized we needed to go to a gas station.

    On the way out of Walmart, Murphy and I chatted, and he offhandedly said, “You can just call me Daddy.” I stopped him right there. I then informed him, indeed, I couldn’t call him Daddy because I was, in fact, looking for my Daddy, and he wasn’t him.

    “I haven’t met him yet, but you’re not Daddy.”

    This seemed to shock Murphy a bit, I suppose because it was an unexpected reaction. I started thinking.

    He could be my… hmm. Well, he’s my bro. We’re cool. We get along. We do stuff together.

    “You know what, Murphy? You’re my Big Bro. You do stuff that’s gonna put me in therapy, but I love you to death. And maybe we’ve crossed the line of what’s appropriate, but I love you anyway. You’re my Big Bro.”

    We quickly swung by a gas station, purchased Darian & Gray’s supplies, and made our way back to camp.

  • Phoenix Ensnared

    Rope Camp Memories continued…

    As I left Lew’s Predicament class, I wondered what Gray & Murphy spoke about. Well, it turned out Murphy needed a distraction, and Gray was his man.

    As I returned to 1/2, Lqqkout, Murphy & Cabin Thug were all headed towards the Dining Hall, three men on a mission. Their task: Phoenix’s takedown.

    What Murphy had talked about with Gray was setting a trap for Phoenix so they could nab her. I followed the boys, eager to see what would happen.

    We approached from the hill, out of her sight line. She was in front of the Dining Hall chatting with Gray. Murphy quickly cut around the building. With Lqqkout and Cabin Thug coming from the hill, they planned to grab her from all sides. The two waited til they saw Murphy was in place. Gray stood, talking with Phoenix, making sure she stayed put.

    Quickly, all three NYRs swooped in, and encircled her. They picked Phoenix up and started tying her. All the while, she cursed Gray for holding her there.

    Myself, Gray, Lochai, and some of our friends looked on as the boys ensnared Phoenix, binding her for transport. In response to her curses, Gray approached the boys and requested twenty spanks be given to her from him.

    As the group watched, Lochai also smoked a cigar. Ever the good Cabin Bitch, Lochai flicked his ash into my hand. I politely asked him if he wanted me to eat it. He, in fact, did. I lapped up the small brick with glee. Soon after, the boys picked Phoenix up and took her away.

    The group trekked back up to the cabin and deposited her on Cabin Thug’s bed. Murphy and Cabin Meat were by Phoenix’s face. Cabin Thug spanked Phoenix with his sword. However, most cruelly, he spanked her and counted the way Lqqkout liked. 1…1,2…1,2,3…1,2,3,4… The ordeal was so hard and intense for Phoenix that once they get to ten, the boys decided ten strokes on two cheeks counted as her twenty.

    Murphy then beckoned me to grab a half of the broken oar from the Rigger vs Rigger competition. I then gave Phoenix ten soft strokes with the handle. There was no doubt; her count was now complete.

    To reward Phoenix for her pain, Lqqkout brought out a Hitachi and started using it on her. But she whimpered that the toy was too strong. Instead, Lqqkout put on a glove and started fingering her. With his talented digits, Lqqkout made Phoenix cum.

    As per Murphy’s request, I got Phoenix some Gatorade. I knelt in front of her and opened the bottle for her. She sat up, and sipped a bit. She worked mostly at calming her breathing. He drank a bit more.

    Murphy then formally introduced me to Phoenix, who I had seen around camp, but we had not yet gotten a chance to interact.

    Battered, high off her orgasm, and now breathing regularly again, Phoenix had to run. The boys had nabbed her just before her DM shift; perfect timing.

  • Lew’s Stories

    Rope Camp Memories continued…

    Lew continued his class, explaining and demonstrating simple predicaments. Using Drea for his bidding, Lew tied her into two different scenarios.

    First, he showed the simple hogtie. He explained, once the person was in this position, the challenge would be getting them to fetch an object. Lew brought out some white nylon rope and bound Drea. We watched as she initially positioned her hands to try to give herself more wiggle room when Lew was finished. However, since Lew knew Drea;s tricks well, he adjusted her wrists down her back, eliminating the extra room she had hoped to create. He then tied her ankles together and secured her wrists to them. As she wiggled and squirmed, when it became to easy for her to get out of the rope, Lew first adorned Drea with a ball gag, then put electrical tape on the ends of the rope. This was a rather nasty set of tricks, making it impossible for Drea to slip out.

    Next, Lew spoke about ice & key predicaments, where the top locked the bottom with cuffs and the key was encased in an ice cube above the bottom. For them to get out, the bottom had to either wait for the ice to melt or encourage the process along. There was a suggestion from the class of also turning the predicament into water torture, placing the cube above the bottom’s head so that each drop fell on them. CabEx, ever full of mean ideas, suggested instead of using water for a predicament, one could freeze the key in hot sauce.

    Lew then described, and demonstrated, the short leg predicament. In it, Lew tied Drea’s thighs to her ankles, and tied her wrists above her head, using the swing set’s frame as his arch. Lew noted, especially for this predicament, health issues were a factor. Drea’s shoulders, knees, and wrists were heavily strained.

    The especially nasty part of this predicament was the total lack of any relief. If Drea tried to rest her wrists, her legs hurt. When she tried to save her legs, her wrists were strained. She danced about, trying to get herself out. She was able to get a swing down to sit for a moment, but it only gave minor relief. When she used her teeth to untie the rope, Lew gagged her again. Soon, her legs were shaking, Lew’s favorite part. He untied her enough that she was able to get herself out.

    While Drea removed ropes from both of her predicaments, and in between his ties, Lew launched into his many stories. His first was a particularly sneaky predicament. Lew tied the bare wire end of an electrical chord to a woman’s nipple rings. Next, he balanced a two-by-for across her elbows, holding two cups of water. Then, he “plugged” in the chord, and began fucking her. She was careful to balance the water, scared of the possible electrical shock. As she came, Lew “mistakenly” bumped the wood, spilling the water on her. He was sure she came harder in that moment then she had ever before.

    Lew next spoke about a particular tie that pitted one bottom against another. Lew tied two subs down. One had to hold their leg up. The other laid under a knife, held high above, attached to the string on the first bottom’s leg. If the first bottom let their leg drop, the knife would fall. Once again, her leg shook and could take no more. When it did drop, the knife fell, but stopped six inches above the second bottom’s face.

    Lew also described a fun predicament great for sex. First, he tied his bottom’s legs off to the side of the bed. Next, he tied her waist she could only go up but so far on the bed. Then he tied her arms above her so she could only go down so far. She was stuck in a constant push and pull, where she could never get comfortable, but was optimal for him screwing her off the edge of the bed.

    My favorite set of stories Lew imparted were his Hitachi predicaments. The most simple, and possibly the most hilarious, was a hogtie and a Hitachi thrown in the middle of the room. Even he was impressed by how far his bottom would go to find a way to get the Hitachi to a wall outlet and get them self off.

    Lew spoke more about his devious predicaments with this favored toy. One had his bottom tied, able to arch their back, but the Hitachi was positioned at a teasing height. It was just low enough that the bottom could reach it, but not so low that they would be able to apply enough pressure to get off. Another simple one: he plugged the Hitachi to a Clapper. Another: he plugged the Hitachi to a dimmer switch.

    As the class progressed, I caught a glimpse of Gray roaming around on his DM shift. He ended up swinging through the class, and watched some of it. We made eye contact; I smiled at him and he smiled at me.

    Later, Gray asked Lew what were his three biggest fetishes. Lew’s answers: bondage, high heels & ball gags. Gray called these “the holy trinity of fetishes.” Lew, in turn, was overjoyed that he had found a person who shared his loves, down to waiting til the very end to take off her ball gag each time she freed herself from his ropes. “As long as she’ll have me, I’m with her.”

    Gray slowly meandered his way over, and came up behind me. In the simplest of cute gestures, he stepped on my foot. I looked up and smiled again, but made myself go back to paying attention to class. I didn’t want to be too flirty with Gray while he was on his shift, but in my mind I kept thinking, We should totally do some of this. Can we do some of this?

    Just then, Murphy walked down from his class, which apparently had ended a bit early. Gray walked over and met him. They both chatted, proceeding over the lawn towards the cabin.

  • Predicaments

    Rope Camp Memories continued…

    I rushed over to Lew Ruben’s Predicament Bondage class, wanting to, as per usual, have a front row seat. However, when I arrived at the assigned cabin, no one was around. I waited for a few minutes, wondering which room he would choose and how he would setup the space.

    When Lew & Drea showed up, they commented on the one hiccup I noticed for the class: the cabin was hot as balls. So, instead, they decided to teach outside. As people filtered in, we all transitioned over to the swing set, everyone carrying a chair pulled from the cabin. I wrote up a quick sign with an arrow pointing towards our new location, and scurried behind everyone.

    Unlike my other classmates, I opted to lie on the ground, using my Zim jacket as a blanket. About a dozen people attended the class.

    Lew first spoke about how there were no limits to what was predicament bondage. At its essence, it was ways to use bondage situations against people. Lew stressed creativity as the key to fun predicaments.

    He noted it was good when subs tried to get out of their binds because it taught the top what to do to make it work. Creative and sneaky bottoms made tops work harder and be more imaginative. A good predicament bondage top found ways to adjust and problem solve on the fly. There was no way a top was going to think of every possible scenario to get out of their tie. Bottoms who freed themselves made their tops better because it forced the top to think more. Lew stressed topping in predicaments was all about the thought process.

    Lew listed four things a top could use against their bottom: gravity, pain, exertion, and the mind.
     
    Lew suggested playing a person a little at a time, to not go all the way to the extreme during your first scene. That way, you built and gained trust with each other.

    Lew noted it was important to find out if the bottom was actually nervous during the scene. Some people wanted to be nervous, as this turned them on. Others couldn’t have fun if they were nervous. He said you needed to find out what type of person you were playing with and adjust your predicament to better suite each scene. Basically, you played off what the bottom’s likes were.

    Lew stressed testing all of your equipment before you ever used it. You needed to know how it acted over time. He gave the example of a set of his nipple clamps. When first applied to Drea’s skin, they slipped off easily. As they stayed on the skin longer, they became tighter and more difficult to pull off. For a scene, this was important; if a top were to pull and tug on the toy, thinking it would come off easily, they could instead cause serious damage.

    And now that I’ve teased you with Lew Ruben’s class, I will make you wait til tomorrow for the multitude of stories he imparted, including, but in no way limited to, Hitachi predicaments, using one sub against another, and the hardest orgasm one woman had in her life.

  • In Between

    Rope Camp Memories continued…

    After class I headed back to NYR cabin and went with the group to lunch. There, I sat with Gray and ate. Soon Slut joined us, but she was so tired she was falling asleep at the table. I started rubbing her back, trying to soothe her. Gray looked over, and, as I caressed Slut’s back with my left hand, he saw I was still wearing his lighter from our class the day before.

    I got a little scared and a little nervous. I worried he would want to take the lighter back again. Instead of confirming my fears, though, he just looked at it, made eye contact with me, and a smile appeared on his face.

    As we sat, our group grew. Darian, Lochai, and Celeste joined us. I mentioned to everyone that I was going on a supplies run later that afternoon with Murphy. Darian and Gray both needed things. I got a list from each and corresponding cash.

    Scott Smith and his girl then happened to pass by our table. Scott’s girl wanted to purchase a copy of Gray’s erotic novels, Nawashi & Jujun, which cost $15. Gray, unfortunately, did not have any change, but said he would some later when I returned from supply run. Scott’s girl left with the book and the promise.

    Soon after, Deiter and his girl also stopped by to chat. NYR cabin always seemed to have this effect at camp, like a magnet, constantly pulling people towards us.

    Though I wanted to stay and talk longer, I needed to go for an ice run. My cooler still had Gray’s ice cream, and I had brought a bottle of champagne, just in case a special moment arose. Gray also had a roving Dungeon Master shift to start, and the next session of classes was to begin soon. The group broke up.

    I walked to the camp store, purchased my ice, and realized I had change for Gray. As I left the store, I spied Gray now in a safety vest, having just started his shift. I walked over to him and offered the five he had needed. He instructed me to deliver the change to Scott’s girl, as Scott was about to start a class and she would surely be there.

    As a bye, before I headed off, Gray reached over and pinched my nipple incredibly hard, “juicing me” as I like to call it when someone piques my sexual appetite but leaves me wanting. I then headed back to my cabin. Dropping off the ice, I walked up to the Barn where Scott was to teach his class.

    Sitting and waiting til Scott and his girl arrived, I took a moment again to journal and engaged in a conversation with one of my Cabin 20 mates. I am not ashamed to say I enjoyed imparting the many fun adventures I’d had in the past few days. Sometimes, when I thought back on my Rope Camp, which still had not finished, I just stopped, shook my head, and smiled.

    Scott and his girl soon arrived. I learned her handle was PyroticErotic and promised to find her on Fet. I gave her her change, and begged forgiveness for leaving. Though I greatly wanted to attend their class, I’d already made plans to take Lew Rubens class, Predicament Bondage.

  • Partials

    Rope Camp Memories continued…

    “There is bondage on the ground, and suspension in the air, but in between there are many baby steps. And there are cool things that can happen between the ground and the air; no phase is just a mid-point. All steps in between are their own bondage moments.”

    I learned a lot in Murphy’s Partial Suspensions class. I think it was here that my turning point in rope-topping happened. I came into Rope Camp as a novice who had learned a little from hanging out with my friends and asking them to show me things. But I left camp feeling like I lived rope, and would continue to live rope long after I was gone.

    Murphy started his lesson with a lecture and demo, with mecha-Kate as his willing model. He talked about some basic aspects of partial suspensions. In the most simple of scenes, some weight was taken off the ground to a hard point. Murphy cited leg-based partial suspensions as the most basic.

    In such scenes, part of the play involved controlling someone’s center of gravity and their range of motion. As the top, it was my challenge to create a plane for my bottom to exist in. If I made my tie looser, I gave them less stability, and vice-versa. Some of the fun laid in messing with my bottom’s balance and figuring out what I could do with that.

    Murphy noted, before starting a scene, he’d look at how a person stood; this was their default. He then posed the question: “How do you want to mess with that?”

    Murphy suggested trapping people into normal positions. Play with their sense of balance and control. Use normal positions against the bottom.

    Murphy noted how there would always be a small modicum of time for a person to regain their balance once ensnared in rope; what I chose to do with that time, leave them alone or mess with them more, was up to me.

    When playing with a bottom, Murphy explained three general categories of play: physical, mental, and emotional. For physical, it could be anything as simple as a push, or could expand to impact play. He suggested kneeing as a good method. For mental, Murphy shot his Nerf gun at Kate, who laughed and seemed mostly unphased. For emotional, he cited threatening the bottom, using fear against them.

    With each of these three methods, he noted this was still breaking their balance. The bottom still needed time to recover from any of these instances. If the bottom was in extreme distress or needed to feel secure quickly, giving them a leg back was the best way for them to regain a sense of balance and security.

    Murphy suggested, when you have someone in duress, occasionally allowing a moment of laughter or silliness may ease them. This would help the bottom relax, the scene would last longer, and the bottom would do better.

    In partials, Murphy noted a top should still use all the normal play equipment. He shook the rope, which both put Kate off balance, but, if he had incorporated “happy knots”, would have given her a little fun as well.

    To end the lecture portion, Murphy demonstrated a basic chest and hip harness. He then encouraged our hands-on-rope time. The class split up into two groups of three. It just happened I ended up in a group with a gentleman who was a top and Cabin Meat, who was a bottom. Since I was a switch, the gentleman tied me while I tied Cabin Meat; this allowed me to break in my new Shibari ring.

    When creating Cabin Meat’s hip harness, I gave her a “happy knot” right over her clit. Though we both were partially suspended, I still had enough range of motion to reach my ropes tied around her. As she relaxed into my strands, every now and again, I flicked her rope. And each time, Cabin Meat’s head rolled back, her eyes closed, and she softly moaned. I loved the look of her enjoying her time in my rope.

    That was it; that’s when it all changed for me. That’s when I went from being a novice to knowing what it was like to have someone in my ropes, and really, really, get it, whatever that it is.

    Once we both were secure, Murphy came over and checked our work. As a reward, or purely for his enjoyment, while Cabin Meat and I weren’t looking, he gave us a double spank, smacking our asses at the same time. This loving gesture was the icing on top of an already tasty rope-tastic cake.

  • Saving The Day

    Rope Camp Memories continued…

    Though I performed many acts that displayed my awesomeness at Rope Camp, here is the story Big Bro likes to tell the most, from my perspective.

    I woke up early on Saturday, knowing I had promised Murphy I would attend his Partial Suspensions class. I headed out that morning, weighed down with gear once again, and made my way towards the Dining Hall.

    During my trek, I happened to look up the hill and saw Murphy doing an inversion suspension of Phoenix in a tree. They were surrounded by people. That’s cool; he’s warming up for class.

    Just then, I saw Murphy’s face get really big. He screamed out, “Cabin Bitch!” Thinking he’d seen me, I rushed over to his scene. As I approached, he commented, “Oh my god, it worked.” Apparently, he hadn’t seen me.

    Arriving, I dropped my things and asked Big Bro what he needed. Murphy instructed me to run to the cabin and retrieve both his camera and his memory card. The card would be in his computer.

    I ran to 1/2, but, as I got to the steps, I became swimmy-headed. It was then that I realized I had not eaten anything yet. I went inside, found his camera and memory card, and headed back down the hill. This time, though, I did not run full out, but moved quickly all the same. I gave Murphy the supplies and he got the shot.

    My awesomeness solidified, I left my things, and headed into the Dining Hall for a quick breakfast. Afterwards, I rejoined Murphy and walked with him to class.

    We arrived early, but Murphy realized he’d forgotten a lot of things he needed back at the cabin. Armed with a list that included whips, a flogger, his Nerf gun, and his Hitachi, I quickly hailed a taxi. The driver waited as I assembled the load, and we rushed back to the Dungeon. I arrived, supplies in hand, just in time for the start of class.

  • Aftercare

    Rope Camp Memories continued…

    Following the competition, I used Gray’s ruined shirt to wipe the sweat off of him. “Your in theatre. When the show’s on, the show’s on.” Gray explained his exuberance as I lightly scolded him for the rough play/wrestling between he and the Trio. I really wanted to yell at Murphy, Dov & Lqqkout, but felt I should not leave Gray’s side. He was still high on endorphins from the competition, and I feared his coming crash.

    As we stood and chatted with the people milling about, Parker approached. Parker complemented our class, giving us a lot of positive feedback. As Parker spoke, I was incredibly pleased that someone liked our lesson so much. This only made me want to teach more.

    As I was awash in the glow of Parker’s compliments, Gray asked me to go back to the cabin. His pain had set in. I hurried to 1/2, found his medication, his back patches, filled his water, and rushed back.

    In the Dungeon, I spied Gray sitting on a far bench. The performance had taken a lot out of him; he looked rundown, exhausted. I fed him the pills, got him to drink lots of water, and put the heated patch on his back. He was so sweaty, it didn’t want to stay. Using the torn shirt, I wrapped it around him and tied it, securing the patch in place.

    It was obviously time to get Gray home. He was tired and his back would not be better for a while. I hailed him a taxi and we rode back to the cabin.

    Gray changed his clothes and laid down. I sat by the edge of his bed, ready for whatever he needed.

    Meanwhile, the NYR crew had started a For Science! experiment. They tested to see the effects of vibration on rope, whether you could vibrate a rope so much that you no longer felt the effects, and which type of rope was best for transmitting the vibrations. This fun series of moments was later dubbed The Hitachi Firing Squad, seeing as they used six Hitachi’s for their work. Later, it devolved into just attacking pussies with six toys, but data was gathered all the same.

    Gray, now somewhat relaxed, pulled out his laptop and started watching Red. He positioned his computer in such a way so that I could view the movie as well. As it began, Gray asked me to go grab the dark chocolate he saved for us from our class from his bag. I thought this would be a good time for his other class gift, a dark chocolate bacon bar. When I showed the candy to Gray, he decided we would eat my chocolate instead. We shared it while watching movie.

    I had already seen Red, and did quite enjoy it. I took a moment, though, and started journaling the day. Slut and CabEx joined our small viewing party. Slut did not stay long, though. She was called up for her turn to ride the Hitachis. CabEx soon walked away. I took the opportunity and climbed into Slut’s bed.

    As I laid, curled up, watching Red while Gray seemed to be snoozing, I happened to look over at the Firing Squad. Murphy began singing a salute. “For going above and beyond her bitchly duties…” Murphy was, in fact, saluting me. He beckoned me over for my ride.

    I checked again that Gray had passed out, then wrenched myself from the warm bed. I sat in the chair, leaned back a bit, and hiked up skirt. Murphy, Cabin Thug, and CabEx each had two Hitachis. Slut stood behind me, just in case.

    As the ride started, I began giggling. My body didn’t know how to react to all of the stimuli. But soon, it found a workable rhythm, grinding against the overwhelming constant vibration. My first orgasm grew and I begged for permission to cum. It was given, but only if I screamed out my name.

    “NYR Cabin Bitch. NYR Cabin Bitch for Life!”

    I had three orgasms in five minutes; it was an exhilarating ride.

    The “experiment” ended, a Waffle House run was necessary. I softly asked Gray if he wanted to come; he opted to stay and sleep. There were so many people for this end-of-the-day adventure that we needed three cars. Somehow there was a mix up and we ended up split between two Waffle Houses in the area. No matter. My group ate, while enjoying a fight between the wait staff. We returned to campus, dragging ourselves to our beds. We slept.

    Bedtime: 5:30am

  • Rigger vs Rigger

    Rope Camp Memories continued…

    With Gray off to the Dungeon, I grabbed his things, as well as my own, and left. I first swung by my cabin. I dropped off my shot glasses and put on my Zim jacket, as it was getting chilly. I put my flashlight in my pocket, as well, remembering the night before. All set, I walked up to 1/2 and put Gray’s things by and on his bed. I then made my way to the competition.

    When I walked in, I saw that just about every seat was filled. I think most, if not all, of camp was there. I quickly found Gray, who thankfully sat at the end of an aisle. He’d given me permission to be at his knee, knowing he would not have time for aftercare following our class. I returned his safety shears, which he had lost during the presentation, but I found.

    As I sat on the floor, I began to surmise the competition. Murphy and Dov each had their bottoms tied with random objects attached. I later learned these were props chosen by audience members (flippers, picture frame, goggles, etc.). I’d already heard they were only allowed sixty feet of rope, which most likely would translate into two thirty foot lengths, though this was not required. As far as the organizers cared, a rigger could’ve showed up with 60 one foot lengths and have been perfectly within the rules of the battle.

    Murphy was working with his friend; Dov worked with Slut. The emcee walked out into the event area, and asked the audience to decide who had won through their applause. After three rounds of clapping, it was decided Murphy & Dov had tied, and would team up for the final.

    Next up was a fetish performance by Lew Rubens. The big reveal: bungee suspension. Drea, Lew’s girl, came out in just a lacy boxer style underwear and black & white heels. Lew tied her in a chest harness, but then got to work on the bungee chord. Using multiple lengths and looping them through a pulley, Lew attached Drea to the rig. He then walked over to the wall and cranked the pulley higher with a wench.

    As she got higher and higher, Drea started jumping around. Lew, once at his preferred height, took hold of Drea, pulled her back, and let go. She flew this way and that. Drea was able to jump, bouncing side to side and about.

    Lew tried to hit her with different implements, but she would playfully jump away. Lew then tried to time his hits with her jumps. All the while, the audience vacillated between Ooos, Ahhs, and laughs. Loud applause followed the conclusion of his presentation.

    Next up, Gray vs. Lochai. Their bottoms were Phoenix and Celeste, respectively. Before they started, Gray leaned down and asked to borrow one my carabiners; he had an idea.

    As the competition began, it seemed Lochai had the same thought. Lochai immediately went to the pulley and began tying Celeste for a suspension. Gray started his tie on Phoenix, choosing to first be sensuous, but then turned silly when he began using his candy cane prop. This ended, though, when the candy cane broke. In a moment of theatre, Gray, quite manly, ripped off his shirt.

    Moving Phoenix towards the pulley, Gray pulled out my carabiner and attached it, allowing him to also suspend. To impede Gray, Lochai started tying him up. Gray returned the favor, and the battle was on.

    Lochai moved away, rushing off to the wench. He cranked the pulley higher as Gray rushed to complete his tie on Phoenix. As Lochai cranked, Celeste ended up hitting her head. An “ugh” cycled through the audience, but Celeste was okay. And just as it was almost too late, just as the ropes were almost out of his reach, Gray finished his tie on Phoenix.

    The battle complete, the decision was left to the audience. And, once again, there was a tie. Gray & Lochai were to team up against Murphy & Dov for the final round.

    The next performer up: Scott Smith. His big reveal: watermelons. Scott explained he agreed to give a rope performance if he were allocated a tarp and two watermelons.

    Yes, watermelons.

    To setup, Slut and Darian laid out a rather large blue tarp. Scott’s girl scurried to the front and put out two miniature traffic cones and a miniature barricade on the floor; I found her to be very cute.

    Parker and Scott’s girl were already tied in harnesses. A large ladder was brought out. Scott had setup a few points earlier. He walked up the ladder and attached Parker to one. The ladder was them moved and Scott’s girl was attached to another. A mesh bag, filled with the two watermelons, was attached to the last. Yes, this is going there.

    Scott asked for Gray’s assistance. He was instructed merely to hold Parker, pulled away from the plumb of Parker’s point, while Scott held his girl the same way. Then they both let go.

    Parker and Scott’s girl crashed into the mesh bag of watermelons, and each other. One broke, and spilled a little juice and fruit onto the tarp. “Do it again! Do it again!” I was not the only person in the audience yelling; many of us were quite enthusiastic in our want for the second one to break.

    Satisfying the need of the masses, Gray and Scott both pulled back and released once more. Parker and Scott’s girl once again slammed into each other, this time crushing both fruits to everyone’s satisfaction. Watermelon fell onto the tarp as Parker and Scott’s girl reached into the mesh bag and ripped out pieces to eat. Everyone laughed their asses off.

    Thus Scott Smith was dubbed the Gallagher of the Rope World.

    And now, for the final round; Dov & Murphy vs Lochai & Gray.

    For this last battle, the rules were modified. Only one bottom was allowed. For Gray & Lochai, Phoenix and Celeste Rock-Paper-Scissored for the position; Phoenix got the spot. Murphy & Dov had a ringer in their back pocket, electing to use Lqqkout as their bottom, which technically wasn’t against the rules, but still…

    The music started; the battle began. Both groups had had a quick moment time to pow wow. Gray & Lochai began by lifting Phoenix into the air over their shoulders and tying her at both ends. The trio of Murphy, Dov & Lqqkout had the brilliant idea of cutting their rope, in hopes of lengthening their strands and increasing their tying abilities. Once again, this was not against the rules, but come the fuck on… Turns out, though, their idea was not so great. Their rope soon turned to a tangled mess.

    Before the round started, Gray had given Lochai his safety shears. Gray turned to Lochai and told him it was time. Lochai snipped the top of Gray’s boxers. Gray then ripped off the top pair, revealing his secret weapon: a pair of sequined, chained, awesome boxers he had purchased the first night of camp. Only I, the vendor who sold them, and CabEx knew about them; the rest of the audience was shocked and awed. The crowd roared.

    But then, somehow, it became a three-on-one competition: Gray vs the Trio. Lochai took the pretty girl off into a corner while Gray was attacked from all sides. Gray tried to counter their attacks by tying them, at one point attaching a small weight to one of them.

    A 5 Hour Energy dropped out of Murphy’s pocket. Gray picked it up, poured it into his mouth, and then spit it out in a burst of liquid. In the cross fire, Dov was momentarily blinded. Somehow, Lqqkout ended up with three flippers on, two on his feet and one on a hand. Gray, during the battle, had a quick negotiation with Lqqkout for a CBT tie.

    There was also some wrestling between Murphy and Gray, which ended up with them grappling on the ground. Needless to say, I freaked out a little, and began yelling. “His back. His back. Oh my God, Gray’s back. Watch out for his back.” At one point, Gray and Murphy rolled over, breaking an oar in half that was one of the assigned props. (Incidentally, the two men saved the pieces as mementos.)

    By the end of the second song, the only person that had any rope work complete was Lochai, who had Phoenix in a pretty tie on the side. Lqqkout, in response, rushed over and knelt beside Phoenix. Dov came over and tied a bow around Lqqkout’s hands.

    Once again, the emcee asked the audience for applause to determine the winner. It was eventually decided, “I think it’s the audience that won.”

    The whole event was beyond hilarious. It was one of those instances where you wished they had taken video of it because it was so much fun.