All the rope!

I have something to say:

Inversion suspension=epic awesomeness.

I had the pleasure of spending the weekend at a rope workshop held by the lovely instructors from the Sydney Rope Dojo, Hebari and Avalon (and their fantastically flexible partners).

Over two days I spent many hours in various versions of takate kote (TK), hip harnesses, arm ties and I also learned about the ‘power finger’ – did you know if you stick your finger into the top of someone’s armpit while they’re in a TK that you can pretty much push them to the floor or wherever you want with very little effort? We called it the POWER FINGER effect.

I had to summarily add POWER FINGERING to my list of fetlife fetishes.

The weekend culminated in an inversion suspension where I was in a TK, hanging upside down and had my legs in various positions while I was spun around and had my hair yanked.

I almost felt like I was in Cirque De Soleil. All those planks and sit ups I do at the gym were finally good for something! Lol.

In reality the blood was running to my head and the ropes were fairly constrictive in a good sense (hanging completely vertical was much more comfortable than hanging horizontally face-up) but it was so delish. That feeling of being able to totally let go while being totally restrained makes me giddy and thinking about it now actually makes me a tear up a bit.

That’s weird, right?

I attended the workshop with a friend who has some rope experience. It was good for him to learn a few things and practise others. We had a few talks over the two days about ‘slavery’ and who I am and what I do and I think it was a bit eye-opening for him. Once again I’m always taken back by people in the scene who don’t either ‘get’ slavery or find it such an alien concept that they have to adjust their thinking. He wasn’t at the skill level of being able to do the actual suspension himself although he did the TK and the hip harness groundwork, so I had the pleasure of Avalon rigging me up.

It’s such a different feel, the flow, the fluidity, the control when you’ve got someone who knows the rigging like the back of their hand and can simply enjoy the ‘conversation’ of the rope with the bottom. I know it takes years to get there but…wow…

*wipes drool from mouth*

There are photos and I will post some as soon as I get them.

Master realises that rope is my thing and so I am grateful that he has let me go and have some wonderful experiences. Every time I get my rope itch scratched, it just makes me want more…more….more!

All the rope!

(PS I’m heading off to Japan at the end of this week for work. Things have been a bit crazy with the move and getting ready for Japan so posting here has been taking a back seat. Master and I are well and are settling in to 24/7 again. There have been the usual hiccups and raised voices but it’s good. The friend I went to the rope workshop with described me as now seeming like I’m ‘whole’. He’d seen me about a month before and didn’t know what had changed. It made me smile.)


A taste and a whiff

Kasandra held the man’s gaze for a few seconds and nodded meekly. He snorted a little and then indicated to Samson that they were leaving. Samson turned and left the room followed by the other man and when they were both through the door and had their backs to her, she seized the opportunity to dart quickly between them. Samson reached out to grab her arm as she pushed past, but he managed to grasp nothing but thin air. He was about to make chase when the other man spoke.

“No need to do that. Just watch.”

He pointed the remote control he held in her direction and smiled as a scream of pain caught in her throat and was quickly cut off into a meaningless gurgle as she fell to the ground, her knees buckling underneath her. Her body twitched as the current coursed through her then she lay motionless for several seconds before a small dark stain began to appear on the compacted earthen floor beneath her.

The man walked the couple of steps over to her inert figure laying face down on the ground and crouched down beside her.

“Aww…little girl’s peed her pants. Come have a look!”

Samson approached and both men stood over her laughing at her predicament.

Kasandra was mortified and tried to use her elbow to levy herself off the floor. She exhaled in frustration as her muscles wouldn’t properly respond and the loose dust from the floor swirled around her face, making her want to cough.

The man put one knee down on the ground next to her and pulled her skirt up then started pulling her underwear down.


Kasandra’s mouth was dry and felt like it was full of sand. She struggled to form the words but wasn’t sure if what she was saying made sense. She tried to move away from the man but her body wasn’t listening.

“I don’t think you should do that,” Samson said suddenly with concern in his voice.

“Do what?” the man sneered. “Have some fun?”

“The Mistress said to just bring her down here.”

She felt the man fumble with her underwear as he tried to tug it over her shoes. “For fuck’s sake!” He spat with frustration and pulled her shoes off then threw them across the corridor, one of them hitting the door opposite with a ringing clang, before finally getting her underwear off her ankles. He discarded her white underwear on the ground beside her and ran a hand across her exposed flesh.

“That is some glorious ass!” he breathed, straddling her and lowering his groin against her bottom. She felt his hard manhood jab into her soft bottom through the material of his khaki pants.

“Get off me!” Kasandra objected frantically, her words slurred and unclear.

“Let her be,” Samson said moving forward and putting a hand to the man’s arm. “You don’t want to anger the Mistress.”

The man seemed to pause while he considered Samson’s words, running a tongue along his teeth as he pondered the implications of the large man’s warning.

Kasandra held her breath, hoping and praying to any god that still may be listening that he would leave her be.

Finally, with an audible sigh of exasperation, he moved off her then stood up and levered his foot under her side and grabbed her arm in order to roll her over onto her back. After he had flipped her over, he knelt down and picked up her underwear, wadded it up and began rubbing it across her face. She smelled her urine and felt the grit from the floor drag across her cheek.

He leaned down close to her ear and whispered, “I’m sure we can spend some time together later on, princess, when we don’t have such an audience.” A vile smile spread across his face as he put his hand on his thigh and pushed himself up.

“Put her back where she belongs,” he instructed the large man. Samson grabbed her ankle and began dragging her along the floor towards the room. Her skirt bunched up more as he pulled her along and dirt began sticking to the trail of fluid that had escaped between her legs when she had lost control of her bladder. He pulled her inside the doorway and dumped her in the middle of the small space then turned and left the cell, slamming the door shut behind him.

In other news…

  • I found a place for us to live and am signing the lease today! Squee! I’m hoping it doesn’t suck and that there aren’t weird neighbours or sounds (me and sound have such a difficult relationship) or anything else that will make my left eye start to twitch. I angsted so much about finding an apartment because it wasn’t just for me, it was for both of us and I keep thinking about M’s needs and what he would like. I must have looked at 15 to 20 places and by the end of it I was so far down my hole of indecisiveness that I couldn’t see the way out. I think M got sick of me calling him every five minutes about such and such a place and spending hours and hours on Skype discussing the pros and cons of location verses space verses floor plan.
  • Reactions to M and I getting back together have ranged from ‘WTF??!??’ to ‘WTF…I mean…WTF??!!?’ It’s been interesting to say the least. There hasn’t been a lot of positiveness and being the impressionable, needing validation person I am, it has made me feel rather angsty.
  • I called my mother for her birthday on the weekend and we ended up having a two-hour deep and meaningful that saw us both dissolve into tears about my issues with my father and how I had a sucky emotional upbringing. I find it interesting that she didn’t really know why I have so much anger towards him.
  • Three weeks ago I started the ten day blood sugar detox (yeah, you do the math). It was one of those hard-core no sugar, no caffeine, no dairy, no grains, eat lots of seeds and greens type of thing. On day 2 and 3 I suffered horrible, horrible withdrawal symptoms that made me incredibly nauseous and I had a headache that made me want to tear my head off (I had to take time off work and crawl into bed!), but after that I started feeling really good and totally in control so I just keep going…lol. I don’t think I’ve eaten so many seeds, nuts and green leafy things in my life. One things though, it doubled my food bills and actually takes a fair amount of planning and preparation. My plan is to keep going until I’ve lost the few kgs I put on in Melbourne and the from the emotional binge eating I did after getting back.
  • I’ve been waking up at crazy o-clock (4am-ish) and doing a reasonable amount of writing. I just needed that one sentence to get me started (I think it came to me while I was on the toilet dealing with my cruciferous vegetable lifestyle..tmi?) and then everything started to form in my mind. I’ve still got to make a decision about which story arc I’m going to choose (there are a couple I’ve mapped out) and then there is finding the time I need to write with moving, kitten and Mark 3.0 and an impending work trip to Japan

And that’s where I am at

I did it before and I’m doing it again

“Don’t touch me.”

Kasandra pulled her hand quickly away from Thaylin’s face at his whispered words. She had reached out to offer him some form of comfort, by touching his face and smoothing the hair at his temple. As her fingertips brushed his skin she felt the salty grime of suffering that stained his face; a mixture of sweat, tears and undeniable torment.

“Just…stay away. Go…”

“Where am I going to go?” Kasandra asked softly. She looked around at the confines of the cell they both occupied and then back at Thaylin wondering how she could possibly distance herself from the chained man who remained standing, but only just, with his wrists and ankles locked into manacles attached to the posts in the centre of the small room.

“Stop looking at me. I…don’t want you to see me like this…” He closed his eyes, trying to block out the image of the red-headed girl looking back at him with an expression of profound pity.

“You’ve seen me at my worst, all of me, in all manner of situations.” Kasandra responded with a sad smile. “This is no different.”

“This is different. Very different.” He opened his eyes but avoided looking at her. “Over there…by the door. Put your back to me and just leave me be. Don’t make things any worse than they already are.”

“I don’t think things could get any worse.”

“You have a limited imagination, Kasandra. You’ve no idea who we’re dealing with…what one person can do to another human being…”

Kasandra didn’t miss the ominous implications of his words as they trailed off but what her mind fixated on was the fact that he had used her name. He had called her ‘cunt’ more times than she could remember and she was used to the sting on her soul that that particular label gave her, but the sound of her real name coming from his lips was something she was unaccustomed to. It gave her a little burst of joy inside but it was also clouded with mixed feelings. Thaylin’s role in everything that had happened was now a muddied mess and her heart didn’t know how to respond.

“You used my name,” she said, crossing her arms in front of her chest. “And I don’t think you’re in any position to tell me what to do.”

She saw the muscle in the side of his jaw twitch but he remained silent and stared at the dirt floor with an intense longing. Kasandra thought he was wanting to rest, to be allowed to lay or sit on the floor instead of standing chained and exhausted as he was now.

But what he wanted in that moment was for her to know.
There were so many things that he wanted her to know and it seemed like it would take a lifetime for explanations, but what he was wishing for then, as she stood in front of him quietly searching his face, was for the bowels of the earth to open and swallow him up so he wouldn’t have to see himself reflected in her eyes, broken and out of control.
Just a little teaser of what I’ve been working on…more to come.