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Rope photography

Princess is getting better every day. She can walk better, stand longer but still suffers from intense pain during the night.

Blinded by rope.
Nikon D2h with 35-70 lens and 1 softbox.

Yesterday, January 17, I decided to do some rope bondage photography. Princess loved the idea.
So I set up a little studio in our living room and used one studio flash with a 70 x 70 cm soft-box and a huge reflector.

We had a great evening. Having fun, talking, enjoying the pleasure of rope.

Princess, Box-tie.
Nikon D2h with 35-70 lens and 1 softbox.

I did a few different scenes and took about 100 images. I enjoyed every bit of it. Obviously I am still evolving in the art of rope but finally it is about having fun.

The images can also be found on our image website, nsfw.hopto.org.

I hope we’ll be able to do some more shooting very soon.

Princess.
Nikon D2h with 35-70 lens and 1 softbox.

Thoughts – January 12, 2017

I am finalizing the first eBook based on my blog. It will cover what I like to call “The Early Years”, when my blog was still hosted by WordPress.com.

This document, about 420 pages A4, will be printed too. There will be only one book. For us, for Princess and I.
The paper version of my blog will stay longer available than its digital counterpart on the Net.

Later on I will create an eBook from this blog too. And print it as a genuine book for Princess and me.

Front page for eBook

The eBooks will be made available for free.

Yet the paper book will be made available too, on special request and it will be signed by both Princess and me. Just send me a message if you are interested.

These past few days I have been treating almost 80 meters of rope. Both 4 millimeter and 6 millimeter. Boiling, drying and much more has made that my apartment reeks like a stable.

4 pieces of 8 meters rope drying in my living room.

This evening I am burning incense in order to get rid of the smell. Little A. will be staying at my place for the weekend and I don’t feel much for explaining why I need the rope.

I have jute and hemp that I bought online from professional riggers. The 6 mm hemp I made feels just as good in my hands. Well, maybe even better as I put all my love in it.

Can’t wait to tie Princess up but she needs to get better before I wrap it around her.

From left to right:
Hemp by DasFalke, Jute by Ligatio and Help by me.

 

Preparing my own rope

Disclaimer
What follows is build on my experience based on stuff I read on the Internet and experimenting with that knowledge. There are a zillion manuals, how-to’s and other stuff to be found in books and the WWW. I do not pretend this to be the absolute manual, it is just an account of how I am doing it my way.

I own quite some rope for bondage. Until recently I bought it.

Jute rope, 6mm, was what we used in the beginning. I bought it from the rigger whom gave us our first and second workshop.

Later I acquired 4 sets of 6mm x 8m hemp from an Australian born Shibari bondage artist and teacher, now based in Berlin, Germany. Expensive but gorgeous rope. It is very bristly compared to the jute. I love this rope and it is what I prefer to use on Princess. The jute I use when there is suspension involved.

First boil

We are getting acquainted with more people so I’m sure I’ll be doing some rope bondage on somebody else. I already did in fact, tying The Stranger up with a box-tie so we, well mostly Princess, could play with his whatchamacallit.

Obviously hygiene is very important so I got thinking… using our hemp rope, washing it after I used it on somebody else. It would decrease the rope quality quite rapidly.

Yet I want to use good material on those whom trust me/us.

I get your basic 6mm hemp rope from a company in the Netherlands. It is cheap, about 0,90 Euro/meter but it comes untreated.

After the first boil

So when I receive it I cut it up in the lengths I need and secure the ends with a simple overhand knot.

I am now describing on how I worked on a batch of 4mm hemp. I bought it mainly for decorative bondage. Princess is petite so 4mm rope on her hands, arms and feet is ideal. It is not okay at all to use it for full suspension. Mainly because it cuts in the skin easier than thicker rope.

I boiled the rope for 45’ minutes and then changed water and boiled the rope for another 45’. I have no idea what happened to the rope in the factory and I don’t want any dirt get into abrasive wounds.

Left the residue after the first boil and right the second boil

Then I dry the rope. I have a few attachment points in my living room for bondage purposes so why not use them?

I attach a weight to the end and for that I used a bucket filled with about 7 liters of water. The idea is to dry the rope and keep it at its length. This is an issue you’ll have even more with jute.

The final dry I do in my oven, an hour at 70°

After that I fire up my Campingaz unit and move the rope through the flames while turning it. I go back and forth a few times making sure the splinters are gone.

Finally I oil the rope with 100% Tsubaki Oil. Bee wax would also be a good idea.

What you end up with is some fine rope that feels great in your hand and feels even greater on the skin of your model. You have made your own tools with love and patience. And not only is it less expensive than what you can buy online, you know the rope you’ll be using already.

You gave birth to your rope with your own hands.

Left the treated rope, right the untreated rope. What I can’t show you is how the rope feels after being treated.

Thoughts – January 4, 2017

The new year is still very pristine. I have not much to write about either.
Princess still suffers from the muscle inflammation in her hip.
Walking is near to impossible, standing is not that good either.

Obviously impact play is not possible so we try to explore and deepen other stuff. Nipple and breast torture, biting her shoulder blades, some choking. We make love, rough and intense but when Princess gets out of bed the pain is back.
I’m thinking maybe rope bondage, you know, the upper limbs, breasts, torso may be an alternative. Princess can sit on a bar stool or so.

For me rope is like photography. I have kind of love-hate relationship with it.
For weeks, months even, I can act as if it does not exist and then something activates the fascination again.

Also I would love to make more BDSM-like photographs of Princess. So maybe this is the moment to do so. Indeed, I would love to use more of my work and “steal” less from the Net in order to illustrate my posts.

Yesterday I ordered 50 meters (+/- 54 yards) of 6 mm untreated hemp. First I need some shorter rope to tie wrists or ankles. Then there is the probability I’ll be doing some rope bondage on other people. Like The Stranger for example. I prefer not to use our personal rope so I’ll be making a few 8 meter lengths to be used only on others.

It is untreated hemp and costs about 0,58 €/meter. I’ll be cutting the rope in the lengths I want and tie overhand knots at each end to keep the rope from fraying. I will boil the rope for about an hour to clean it.

After the boiling process I need to dry the rope. When it is completely dry I’ll run the rope to the flame of a Campingaz unit and rotate or twist it while doing so. This will singe splinters or rough spots off the rope. A candle is not a good idea as you’ll get soot on your rope.

After oiling the rope it is ready for use. Well, maybe I’ll dye a few lengths.

I know this is a tedious and long process and I could buy rope that is already treated. Not only is DIY cheaper, I feel I build a connection with my rope. I love to know I made my own tools.

Also I ordered a head mask online. It is something I know Princess will like very much.

I’ll be documenting the rope stuff on my blog. Hope I’ll get the rope before the weekend.  No kids this weekend so I can really enjoy preparing some lengths.

My Campingaz burner I used for a previous “prepare your own rope” experiment.

Private rope tuition and more

It finally happened. The private rope tuition I had organized for Princess’s birthday more than a month ago. It had been deferred because the teacher had sawed in his hand. He is better now but it will take almost another year before he knows if he his thumb will become sensitive again.

They arrived late and as a matter of a fact they phoned us because they where unable to get where I live. It is not the at the end of the world or a deserted colony on the moon but there are so many road works going on. They told me where the were and Princess and I jumped in the car and led them to our place.

We chitchatted for a while and then dove into the workshop. It was intense and the guy is simply a great tutor.

We did a takate-kote but a variation of the one I know and it is more beautiful and doing this tie I learned a few new ways of tying and laying knots.

After that there was a hip harness.

He did the ties on his girlfriend and I mimicked his movements on Princess who simply enjoyed herself.

I had booked him for 4 hours but after 2 I started for feel a little dizzy with all the information and trust me, doing this is very intense and wearing.

Then they left and I did the new version of the takate-kote (chest harness) and then Princess and I felt very exhausted.

We went to bed, I fucked her but not for long as getting both some sleep seemed a better option.

Stella is not doing well and before our visitor’s came Stella phoned her mother and that made Princess a little preoccupied.

We slept well. Princess and I always do when we share the same bed.

* * *

When we woke up it was still early. I fucked Princess as hard as I could and we made love for almost 2 hours before she begged for mercy.

The she grabbed her iPhone. There were more than 60 text messages waiting to be read. All of them by Stella and it started at about 03:00.

Princess read them aloud so I could follow. I am not going into any details but I can say it was written while Stella was suffering from an intense psychosis.

I can’t help it but while Princess was reading my mind started dwelling and H.P. Lovecraft and the less know Clark Ashton Smith. I discovered the latter through a small bookstore in Ludlow, England, while I was staying with an aunt.

Stella’s shift in reality is somewhat frightening and I guess that is horror too. There is one slight difference though. Stella’s horror is not something she imagines and writes down. It is what her world is when it is not regulated with medication.

So I dropped off a concerned Princess at her place. Every door was locked and I noticed a slight panic in Princess’s voice when she yelled “Stella” while knocking on the door.

Finally, there was some movement I then I left, before Stella could open the door. I knew it would be okay but hard for Princess.

Stella has an issue with trust/men and when she is suffering from psychosis it is even worse.

Sure enough, later on today, Princess phoned me, all emotional. It turned out Stella had not been taking her meds for a day or two. That explained a lot.

I am writing and it is dark outside, half-moon and 20:11. And even later when ready to post this.

I’m writing this while scanning a bunch of negatives. I am also chatting, something I don’t do very often. I was asked by a  FB friend of me, a Dom, if I was open for mentoring a girl he had met in a BDSM-group.
There was a language problem though and I told him I would love to if she was okay with it. She was. And then I told Princess about it.

So now I am a mentor for a girl who loves BDSM but suffers from OCD.

We don’t ‘talk’ much anymore, but from what she tells me I made a difference. I am helping/guiding someone and that makes me feel so good.

Untitled (2016) Nikon F5 with 70-300 VR and loaded with Kodak Tri-X
Untitled (2016)
Nikon F5 with 70-300 VR and loaded with Kodak Tri-X

P.L.P.

This is not about a people’s liberation organization or a political party.

It is what we, Princess and I, enjoy doing.
Pain, Love and Passion.

Princess and I are still growing and the way we play has changed over the course of the last few months. Mind you, I use the same ingredients, but the way I cook is different.

More than before Dominance has now an important part in the way I play with Princess. It makes our scenes more intense and Princesses’ body language, her response to my Dominance, both unmistakable passionate and very submissive.

I think this is why lately we get some very positive reactions in the Dungeon. I don’t just spank Princess or tie her or whatever it is I do. I think of it as a cat and mouse game. I take my time, observe, give pain, observe, give love, pleasure and Princess, my love, reacts in a way I cannot describe except that her emotions are pure.

What most Dominants do in the Dungeon is spank and that is it. I rarely see the interaction I have with Princess. They could as well be spanking a love doll.

I do not want to brag but we, Princess and I, give a genuine show, more than those whom choose to spank for the pleasure of spanking. Don’t get me wrong, I do not look down on these people. Hell, we live in an apartment too and noise travels far. It can be liberating to go for harsh impact plat knowing you are not disturbing anyone. Having the cops knocking on the door.

At home there are the ropes, the Shibari ring and a 3 anchor points I made in the walls surrounding the play space. One overhead, for the arms, and two for spreading Princesses’ legs.

So I can tie Princess in several ways. I can do floor suspension or full suspension or have her stand up, hands tied to a horizontal bamboo bar. Have her lying down and spread open, ready for use.

The cane has become my tool of preference when it comes to pain. I also use wooden clothes pins and they also deliver very intense local pain stimuli. Candle wax is something that does wonders too.

I am still amazed when I make Princess orgasm with only pain.

When I Dominate Princess sexually I feel so complete, so one with my love.

Pain, Love and Passion is our mantra.

Waiting for Princess (2016) Olympus OM-2n with 28mm f3,5 and loaded with Ilford HP5+
Waiting for Princess (2016)
Olympus OM-2n with 28mm f3,5 and loaded with Ilford HP5+

Deviant Edge Stupid Cupid Party and then some more

It felt so good to be back at the Dungeon. The Dungeon Master gave us a warmhearted welcome. At the bar Princess and I enjoyed a glass of red wine. The place wasn’t crowded yet but it felt cozy and familiar already.

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Shortly before we left for Antwerp I had given Princess the Hunkemoller body. She looks stunning in it!

Then we moved to the Dungeon and watched a couple play. Most of the scenes we witness are built around impact play and often it feels like the more/harder the merrier. There is not that much rope bondage to be seen albeit the environment is quite inviting.

I helped Princess out of her dress and took a few steps back so I could look at her beautiful body enclosed in the black sexy lingerie.

“Undress,” I said, “and do it slowly.”

Princess complied and gave me some delicious eye candy.
Then Princess stood naked in front of me, well, not completely as she was still wearing her stay ups and high heels.
I extended my hand.
“Come.”

Princess grabbed my hand and I led her to the hoist equipped with a vertical bar. Leisurely I fixed the leather cuffs around her wrists and using carabiners hooked them to the hoist.
Blindfolded Princess.

There I was, well-groomed with a black costume, black shirt and a black tie with small white dots, the latter a present from Princess.

I put on my black leather gloves and grabbed a riding crop.

I watched Princess waiting in anticipation for what would happen next. I took my time, I really did. Then I blew gently in her neck and she jumped.

For the following 45′ minutes I played a refined game of dominating Princess. It was not about harsh spanking although I landed a few hard smacks on her bottom. I was rough and then gentle, and rough again. Giving pain and then caressing her. A simple soft slap with the cane was enough to make her jump, squeezing a breast making her squeal. I slapped her jaw, grabbed her hair when I wanted to kiss her.

I gently unfastened her and with Princess on my lap I sat down. My love was very deep in subspace and I held her, kissed her and rubbed her warm. Quite intense moments.

Not that later we sat at the bar again. Princess having a glass of red wine, I water with bubbles.

Suddenly we noticed the Dungeon Master walking toward us.
“I have something to say to you,” he announced.
Holy shit, for a moment it felt like I had done something wrong, maybe even endangered Princess.

Then he smiled, extending his hand.

“Wow,” he said, “I watched you both and your scene was so intense and so beautiful and full of emotions. I really enjoyed it.”

Then he smiled again, turned around and walked back to the Dungeon leaving me feeling like a million. What a compliment! Holy cow, I was happy as a clam and thanked Princess because it is she who makes it all happen.

We enjoyed being there. The Fetish Cafe feels like home and we feel safe and comfortable there.

We had a chat with Ligatio, the rope guy and his beautiful partner. He told us about the sawing accident ravaging his thumb but he promised us he would be able to give the private tuition in a month or two. They are nice people and very passionate about rope.

Little past midnight we were on our way home. Princess still feeling dozy and I on the top of the world.

It had been a memorable, unforgettable and intense evening.
Most of all though we found ourselves back, we reconnected, syncing with what really matters.
Us.
Princess and I.

Yes, we are back on track. I am so relieved!

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This Sunday morning I fucked Princess to kingdom come.
I devastated Princess’s body, scratching, biting and pinching her. The more I hurt her the more I felt her pussy clench around my cock. The more I gave her pain. And then some.
It was mind-blowing and so very intense.

When we finally got out of bed it was almost 11 so we had an hour left before I had to drop Princess off at her place.

We took a much-needed shower and had some coffee. Sitting on the couch I felt the adrenaline fade away and started to feel sleepy.

Little did we know we were up for a surprise. A good one.

At noon I dropped Princess off at her place. Her car was gone, it was cold and dreary. Little Star needed to be fetched at Stella’s place because Princess’s eldest daughter had to catch a train in order to get back at the hospital. I also knew she had a male friend staying with her. We are not sure what his role is for the moment but fact is he spend a whole weekend with her. He must have a beneficial effect on Stella as even a few hours with her own daughter are often to much of a stress.

“I’ll check if Stella wants us to come over and get Star,” Princess told me.
To my big surprise Stella accepted, knowing I was coming with Princess.

I ended up entering her apartment for the first time in 2 years. I met her male friend, a friendly young guy with, I imagine, loads of patience. As always Stella was stressed so Princess and I killed the waiting time washing Stella’s dishes, also something so very familiar. Little Star was joyful, begging for my attention, then that of Princess.
I cannot recall if Little Star showed any connection with the young man.

Then we all got in my car. I dropped Star and Princess off at her place and then I drove to the railway station of my town dropping off Stella and the young man.
She immediately ran to the other side of the street but that’s Stella. The guy got his luggage out of the trunk and thanked me. We shook hands and that was it.

A memorable weekend indeed.

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Thoughts – February 8, 2016

Past week has been a busy one.

I ordered and received 6mm and 4mm hemp rope, 40 meters each.  Cut them in 8 meter lengths then treated them. I choose not the wash the rope. It takes quite some time for the hemp to dry and it is something I can’t do in my house. So I have an extra reason to long for sunny and warm days.

I also got a small bottle of 100% Tsubaki oil from the Esinem store and a Campingaz thingamabob from a local store called, I kid you not, Franco’s Campingshop.
I use this small and cheap gas-burner to burn off the fuzzes.

I treated the 4mm rope with the Tsubaki oil. This rope will be used for finer work. Princess has small hands so this rope matches better her body. This rope will not be used for suspension, only for decorative work.

For the 6mm rope I used baby oil just to see the effect. This rope will not be used for bondage but as suspension lines.

So now I own a nice collection of rope and I am eager to use them on and with Princess. I’m also going to make as much photographs as I can. Not only to share but as a witness of my progress.

* * * *

I had postponed writing an article for a Dutch informative site about BDSM way too long. It is a serious website and when I got a mail asking when they could expect my piece I tapped myself and started writing. It felt awkward, writing something about the lifestyle in my mother tongue.

It is about mind fucking. The technique, tips and tricks, dangers and a few examples. I make a difference between mind fucking and mind play. The first is about creating a make-believe situation, the latter about spicing up your partner’s fantasy (during play and/or sex).

I mailed it yesterday and this morning they replied telling me they loved it. I’ll probably will do more stuff for them in the near future. It is not on commission but that does not bother me. I do get the satisfaction of writing and documenting it thus learning stuff.

* * * *

One of my FB friends, a writer, asked who wanted to read her work in order to weed out typos. I volunteered and she accepted my help knowing English is not my mother tongue.

During the past few days I received a mail for every chapter. I read them out loud, one of the few advantages of living alone.
I had fun doing this. I learned a few things about the English language and because some French was used (I speak 70% of my time at work French but that does not mean I’m good a writing it) I had to check a few things I wasn’t sure of with a colleague and, yes, learned something.

* * * *

Past weekend, Saturday to be more precise, marked the 5th commemoration of the death of the father of Princess’s kids.
Obviously Princess’s place was with her kids so I only saw her Sunday evening. It was not for the first time since I know Princess I felt the excruciating pain of being alone.

I also had a sad thought about this anniversary.

When I met Princess little over 4 years ago and the first 2, 3 years thereafter, I felt sad for her kid’s loss. I could emotionally connect with them and when Princess told me about their boyfriends and studies and whatever, I was truly interested. I even crossed my fingers when some of them went for their driver’s license.

Today I don’t give a fuck about them anymore. I am fed up with their intolerance and hate towards me.
They think I am not good enough for their mother but they fucking don’t even know me. How pretentious!

It is not about not understanding the mechanisms of mourning and grief.  But in my book it sure as hell does not give a hall pass for being intolerant, hateful, impolite and disrespectful.

The prospect of spending the rest my life being rejected, not wanted or an object of fierce discussion before every family moment has become a huge burden.
In December last year I almost ended our relation.

It is not only about the kids of course. There is also Star, Princess’s grandchild, who lives with Princess because Stella, her mother and Princess’s eldest daughter, is unable to take care of her child. I’m sad to say that I don’t believe Stella will ever be okay enough to be a full time mother. So Star will stay with Princess who is her legally assigned foster-mother. That too will be a huge problem as Princess’s kids don’t want me in Star’s life and even worse, her mother doesn’t either.

It would help if I noticed some progress but over time their positions have only hardened. Last year I had the opportunity to talk with one of them, Ar, 22. I am not like Princess, I do not take their shit for granted. It did not end well as I refused to bow, they are just kids, they do not run the show. So she ran away, screaming, when I told her that she nor her sisters or brother could stop us living together or getting married. Princess is still mad at me for not being soft on her. Yeah sure.

Anyway, Princess and I were together Sunday evening. We did some rope bondage and made love and then went to bed.
Happily I slept well because I really needed a good night’s sleep. I don’t sleep well lately as my mind is to busy with all that drama around me.

I am aware there is not much Princess can do but on the other hand I do think she really underestimates how much all this is starting to weigh on me.

I’m way in my fifties, I am longing to settle down. I have no outlook on that but I’ll guess I’ll be in my sixties. Living where? No idea. Princess has renovated her house but her kids have made it clear they would never allow me living there. If one of them decides, after their studies, to stay home with mama I’m fucked. I’m thinking Princess needs to grow a bunch balls.

I am fed up being most of the time alone, going for a walk alone, whatever. Last time I phoned Princess outside “our” time was an experience I don’t want to repeat, even if I’m dying.

I am still madly in love with Princess but I fear that the day where I will feel the balance of pros and contra’s to be way off to the latter, is coming very close.

Princess won’t like what I’ve written but I can’t help it. After all this is our story, Princess and I, for better and for worse.

I can only hope that, in a very near future, we’ll look back on these moments, happy we overcame all this shit.
Being even closer than ever because of it.

PS
When I started this blog I decided not to mention what really happened. I think is was because I feared doing so would expose who we, Princess and I, really are. That it would erase our anonymity. It is, in fact, more about protecting Princess’s anonymity.

I am aware that my part of the story is a biased one. Albeit I try to be objective about the matter I can’t because I am in the middle of it.

The Father spend the better part of his last 10 years in psychiatry. Numerous are the times he called his wife and children around the table to tell them he wanted to end it all. I believe one of the kids once arrived just in time.

I know him from a reportage on television. He was an artist who made beautiful but intriguing metal sculptures.

Finally Princess and The Father divorced. After that, I can’t say if it was a year or more later, on the day Princess held her birthday party, the kids found their father whom had finally decided to end it. They decided to go to his place and say hi. They stayed with him for more than an hour before help arrived.

I cannot start to imagine how this must have been for Princess’s kids. I know what she told me though and the grief of her children indescribable.

I do understand how Princess’s kids see me as the enemy, the man who should not be there, at their mother’s side.
Really, I can relate to that.
On the other hand…

Princess’s birthday

Past Tuesday I took Princess to our local Sushi restaurant. After all it was her birthday. The private rope tuition did not take place because the instructor had broken his hand and sawed in his thumb a few days earlier.

Just before being served two young men, in their late twenties or early thirties, occupied the table next to ours.

It did not take long before they asked us about our Sushi Boat making it quite obvious it was their first visit to a Sushi joint.

I explained them how to mix some Wasabi with the soy sauce and that the marinated ginger was used to wash the mouth between two different types of Sushi.
The owner of the restaurant smiled in agreement and took their order.

We enjoyed our meal and talked about a zillion things. We noticed the guys has ordered enough to feed a small family.

Then our boat was finished and our table cleaned. Our neighbours were visibly stuffed and one of them asked if we wanted their leftovers.

We said no and then we went home and I showed Princess the short movie Kinbaku.

She did not like how the movie started or ended at all. I myself had not really paid notice as I had been much more interested in the story about Kinbaku and how this relates with the Japanese society today.

“This is not how I want to be identified with as a submissive,” Princess told me and of course she was right.

The movie Kinbaku starts and ends with a Shibari model explaining how she had found pleasure in the rope, in being a submissive, after a long period of cutting herself. In fact, one of the best BDSM-movies ever made, Secretary, has the same approach where the would be submissive is also into self-mutilation but finds her catharsis in being a submissive.

It insinuates that being a submissive implicates there is something (mentally) wrong with you.
That is simply not true.

Princess liked the scenes with Osada Steve and found what he said to be very intense and deep.

After the short movie we did some rope ourselves but after the wine we had with dinner we kept is simple.

Then we went to bed and made love. We slept well.

The next morning I woke up early and very horny. Princess was still asleep but I took her. Hell we fucked like animals and I slapped her face a zillion times squeezing every possible orgasm out of her gorgeous body.

Princess also told me a fantasy she had in the Sushi restaurant the evening before and I smiled because I had the same one.

“What if,” Princess asked, “you would have invited those guys over to our place to enjoy the Sushi leftovers?”
“You would be the plate,” I smiled.
“And then…?”
“You would have been a dessert for the three of us.”
“Oh yes,” Princess sighed with sensual delight.

Just thinking about this fantasy made me even harder and I fucked Princess into subspace.

Soon enough it was noon and with pain in my heart I dropped the love of my life off at work. Princess was still trying desperately to connect with the real world.

 

 

Bummer

Tomorrow is Princess’s birthday. Weeks ago I started planning a private Shibari tuition at our place. I was lucky Ligatio had time as he and his partner in the middle of moving house.

I kept it a secret for Princess and used The Stranger scenario and the subsequent threesome as a smokescreen. It was mind fucking at its best because doing so I learned a few interesting things by simply observing Princess when I, on a regular basis, unfolded a few details of what I was planning. You know, just checking, I told Princess, to ensure myself she would enjoy the event.

I ended up not only knowing such a scenario was acceptable but also feeling guilty as Princess was looking forward, with obvious reservations, to what I had planned.

So a few days ago I told her I had planned private tuition. I still don’t know if Princess was relieved The Stranger thing was just a smokescreen.

Princess was thrilled and we were looking forward to the workshop. It is not really the way I do things but I did not even bother making a backup plan.

This morning I got a text message from an unknown number.
Indeed.

Apparently he had a sawing accident that not only injured badly his thumb but also broke his wrist. He hoped we could get together in 6 weeks or so. I wished him well, told him I was still looking forward in getting tuition from him. I was at work she I kept it short but wrote a lengthier email when I arrived at home. To show there were no hard feelings I asked for 4 hours instead of 3.

Shit happens and I really hope he will be fine with no consequences for his fingers or hand.

There I was with no backup plan.
Fuck.
Think Franco, think.

It did not take long for inspiration to visit me. On Esinem’s Shibariclasses I enrolled in a hip harness tutorial so I can start doing something new tomorrow with Princess.

We’ll have dinner first, Sushi of course, then back to our place for some intense rope bondage. I’ll show her the short movie Kinbaku and I also got a little present for Princess.

Meanwhile I got the 6mm hemp rope and the Japanese Tsubaki Oil. During the weekend I boiled 2 meters, dried and stretched it to find out the difference.

The hemp is much softer but I have no experience using it yet. I’ll be preparing some rope and treat it with the Tsubaki Oil. The rope’s breaking strength is about 285 kilos’ so I’ll probably use it for suspension and not for the bondage. I prefer the thinner jute rope for tying. Maybe I’ll also get some 4mm hemp rope.

Bulk 6mm hemp rope and a bottle of Tsubaki Oil
Bulk 6mm hemp rope and a bottle of Tsubaki Oil