Bondage Christmas Present

As I sat in my car yesterday 30 minutes ahead of schedule I relaxed and thought back of the year and my new begging in 2016. I texted Georgia Payne that I arrived on time and would wait until 1 PM. She replied wait until 1 PM.  My Christmas present was ahead…

I was standing by for my first session with a FemDom in many years since I met Georgia. I have played in fun with others through out the years, though this was my first ‘Session.”  A special one at that, with a native rigger.  On time, I entered rather calmly, in retrospect in the days of past my heart raced at the entrance of a Space, I gather at the time I was in pursuit of something else, in this case, I chase a passion for the rope arts, bondage which calms my soul rather than set it on fire.

The ‘Space,” in downtown Los Angeles, was familiar to me, not that familiar, enough to know and enjoy. I spent far less time on absorbing the Scene of the Space then beginning the session.  The session began so fast in truth, the dear sweet just began rigging me in bondage plain clothed.  Adorable. Only to change into an outfit mid-way through.

The bondage was superb, I was encapsulated in ropes from neck to ankles, wrapped in endless 8 meter rope stands.  The aroma of the ropes, the warmth of the tightness, rope thumping on the wooden floors as she skillfully tied me up, this was familiar and anew.  Only second in my life have I had this pleasure to be tied by a native rigger, birefly once at DomCon while at the old venue (2006).

DSC07740Ironically my  Christmas present
wrapped me up as I was tied up several times, ever so suspended lightly above the ground, once fully. She said this was much harder than full suspension. The moment of truth was when I was lifted just enough to rotate in the air grafting the floor with my hips or shoulders…it felt very liberating, especially as we giggled together. And  of-couuse amongst the moments of pure silence except her exhalations while rigging…

Such as the moments progressed through the three hour session.  Oh my how I could be tied up daily, just left all wrapped in ropes at someone else’s control. Such were the dreams of mine as I moved in pleasure while being bound and bound again, I yearned for more even during…

As the session ended I tried to connect, trying not seem to desperate for friendship, while I am not, only making acknowledgment that I am an appreciative bondage enthusiast that would one day hope to play and learn from again-one day.  That balance is difficult to play out, I think the session spoke for it.

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