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IMsL, By The Numbers —

Outfits worn: 8 Hours slept: PLENTY Cliff bars consumed: 2 Bananas: 3 Chinese food: just once Bacon cheddar BBQ burger: just once Items purchased: 5 – Two rope books, a small flogger, a wrist cuff, & a silent auction Twisted Monk 50′ 8mm red hemp rope Items lost: 2 – my black hat & my […]

Flagging Starfucker —

I was given one star for every orgasm. To be fair, I had not kept count, guessing the number at above twelve but below thirty. Truth be told, it could’ve been over thirty considering how long we’d camped out in the swing, but eh… Our scene was about the fun of predicament bondage, fisting, vibrators, […]

The Journey Home —

My journey in rope has not always been easy. In fact, most times, it’s been downright brutal. Being around people who know so much more than me, have done it so much longer than I have, and all of them having such faith in me…It’s just so fucking intimidating. I’ve said it before: it often […]

Dropped —

Today was the best day. Today was the worst day. Being in San Francisco, on the left coast, attending an event with a different energy than I’m used to, has been challenging. The last time I was this nervous for an event was my first one. Today I felt like I was making strides. I […]

Fifteen Hours —

I arrived at my airport, about thirty minutes early, at 8am. I texted PrincessA, grabbed my bags, and settled into a seat to crochet and wait for my ride. After PrincessA picked me up, we headed to breakfast. It felt odd calling our meal breakfast because I’d been up for so long. Then again I […]

Three Moments —

1) “Do you know how to coil rigging rope?”Do I know how to coil rope? Hmm…One of my projects at work today was, simply, to coil rope. But not just any rope. 3/4 inch braided black nylon, with a blue accent. Two coils. 150′ in length, each. They sat on the warehouse’s concrete floor, two […]

Crimson —

The rope was crimson, a dark blood red, that seemed to vibrate through the packaging. She held it in her hands, not sure what to do with it. It was a gift, a random gift from a stranger who, when presenting her with the small plastic wrapped hemp, said only, “For you.” She’d thanked the […]

My Sir —

~erotica~ He sat on the corner of the bed, the corner nearest the door. He still wore his clothes from work: collared dress shirt, creased dress pants, polished shoes, tie. He’d set his glasses on the end table beside the bed, his briefcase on the floor just under them. I stood in the doorway. I […]

Quotable —

“You’re suppose to be working on my leathers. Setup your kit.”Like our previous leather scene at Tied Down, I worked on Gray’s chaps and vest. Also like Tied Down, Gray put me in a restrictive harness which, of course, included a crotch rope. He used my same raw hemp, and I had, in fact, saved […]

Girl Fight —

So… after Gray’s edict. After Chey & Stefanos & Nerine. After laughing and screeching, boots on flesh and twisted faces of pain. After all that, I still had a scene to oversee. It was time for some chicks to fight. My whole point for going to Playful & Predicament BDSM was to germinate possible ideas […]