Thoughts – January 22, 2016

Princess liked the Asanawa rope very much. It is soft but it tickled on her skin.

I bought the rope from DasFalke (Steven James) and it arrived yesterday morning at my work.

Later that day, when Princess arrived, I asked her to close her eyes and made her feel and smell the rope. She undressed before I could ask her, eagerly waiting to feel the jute on her skin.

I made her kneel and started my new playlist. Was it the music that helped me? I used a Sergei Kuryokhin composition. Djeezus, simply gorgeous music.
Check it out!

It was my best tying, harsh, sensual, playful and sadistic. It was tight too. Princess loved every moment, floating with closed eyes on my moves.

Hell, it was sensual and extreme, our dance with rope. No words can describe her or my feeling, emotion, pleasure. All I know is that I did an almost perfect TK using muscle memory thus being able to play doing the tie.

It was almost as good as genuine sex. Well, maybe even better as we where so close. Fuck, making Princess suffer and enjoy. The splendor of rope lies within the trust, the love between Princess and me. I find absolute beauty in the idea that Princess suffers for my pleasure.

Then we went to bed, Princess not completely satisfied as at the late hour harsh spanking is not an option, not in our apartment.

I found it hard to fall asleep, still thriving on adrenaline. For the first time I dreamed about rope but I forgot what is was about.

This, rope, I want to master. It feels like an extension of who I am. I don’t give a fuck if it is Shibari.
I don’t have any connection with Japanese art of aesthetics. Well, I enjoy Sushi and Sake but that is not enough.

But that does not matter. I want to translate who I am, Princess’s Dom, lover, best friend and Sadist and I will tell this story with, among other means of pleasure and pain, rope. So I won’t use words like Shibari or Kinbaku, I am a novice and I do some shit with rope. I do rope bondage. I don’t like labels.

I wish I had filmed yesterday’s session though. For where I am now, where we are now, it was perfect.
Fuck, I’m just starting this shit.

I am still learning though but in a near future I want to find my voice. My own dance.
My own show.
Sadism, Dominance, pleasure and pain, it is just a knot away.

 

 

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