Everything we do is dictated by motive.
My motive in rope is to feel.
It’s inescapable when thus enslaved, imprisoned within the emotion itself, until the orgasm I tear from my body heals the rift.
The tie was experimental, vague ideas, my only need was restriction, to feel the rope’s bite, not it’s caress. To feel the knots press uncomfortable, painfully uncomfortably, aesthetics not a consideration.
To feel;the one thing I’ve avoided of late.
The tie wasn’t perfect, tension uneven, one boob compressed, the other merely held. Any other day, disappointment would leave me disheartened, and from the rope I’d turn.
But today, somehow the disparity worked, fitted the mood.
I was restless, unsettled.
I needed what the rope provided.
I needed to feel, no matter what that feeling was.
Anyone who follows my twitter feed will know I love rope. I love the feeling of it, tying with it, but mostly being tied with it. There’s something soothing about it’s caress, even when the hug is so tight you feel each strand bite into your skin.
So, as my first foray into posting a Boobday Friday post, I thought I’d share the part of my body I love being tied the most….my boobs!! There are so many ways they can be tied, and ‘m really looking forward to practising, and photographing, my progress as I explore rope further.
I also have a thing for mono and red photographs, so don’t be surprised if any furthe rpictures also follow that theme.
If you yourself participate, and you have a Twitter account, don’t forget to link your posts along with the hashtag #boobday