the life and musings of a kinky slut
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 […]
Rope Camp Memories continued… My wrists freed, I ran back to Cabin 20. I quickly showered, changed, and headed back up to 1/2. I thought I was going to help Gray carry his things, thinking of his back. However, when I arrived, he had already left. I again ran, this time over to the upper […]
~erotica~ I felt like a zombie when I woke, my memories of last night foggy, barely perceivable through the morning haze in my mind. There was rope. There was always rope. There were toys: a flogger, a cane, a dildo. The order of things was still fuzzy, but as I attempted to stand, flashes of […]
I’ve already spoken about my many reasons for loving rope, but this time I’ll talk about finding that love again. I had a moment at FetFest, a situation that made me doubt myself and my abilities as a rigger. It wasn’t dangerous. It wasn’t unsafe. It was just…frustration, and a feeling of…incompetence? I felt like […]
Rope Camp Memories continued… As part of Graydancer’s RACK Roleplay class, I volunteered to be a demo bottom in a test for the top, which in this exercise happened to be Gray. My role to play was whispered quietly in my ear. Gray was then instructed to give me a hard takedown and bind me […]
Rope Camp Memories continued… “Fuck the naysayers, fuck the purists; you do rope for you.” – Deiter As a Domme, I enjoy rope because, well, I like tying people up. I enjoy the skill, the knowledge of the knots, and how this winding substance can control a body. I love the feel of rope as […]