[jwplayer mediaid=”7163″] When my friend Yuè Lǎo took this photo, I thought of Type O Negative’s song, Christian Woman.
A cross upon her bedroom wall – from grace she will fall
an image burning in her mind – and between her thighs
A dying god-man full of pain – when will you cum again?
before him beg to serve or please – on your back or knees
No forgiveness for her sins – prefers punishment
would you suffer eternally – or internally – ah
So I am lucky enough to make some amazing friends in my new town, and one in particular will play with me regularly (or as often as I am able to get out, realistically). I will have a character page up with him because he’s also been gracious enough to do a rope/photo session with me.
The topic for Wicked Wednesday is Opportunity, and I really try to put myself out there and get what I want – after all, the worst that can happen is I am told no. If I say nothing, then I gain nothing. Here is what happened this last week at a rope event.
At a rope event
where I am beginning to recognize people,
I am tied twice…
The first time
a group of people were standing around
all riggers that I didn’t know,
and I sat in the background,
and one says:
“I have no one to tie tonight”.
I pulled my hair into a ponytail
and stated, “well, I came here to get tied.
“Well, yes, let’s do this,”
he states matter of factly
and we discussed
history and limits.
By the time he was untying
we could both tell
he discovered what I liked
as his arm went around my neck
and his breath in my ear
as the rope gripped tighter and tighter.
The second man
I knew from events past,
and as I said hello,
“I see you put your clothes back on.
Does that mean you’re leaving?”
“I don’t have to.
I can get naked again.”
His friend chimed in
that that was quite an offer,
and away we went
to a quiet corner.
Where he asked about limits
and what he had observed about me.
a hood –
an unknown factor for me,
so I consented to try it
and it covered my head
to under my chin,
which he still added a blindfold on top of,
creating pure darkness.
A first for me,
and one that I was comfortable with.
And the rope wrapped round, and his beard scratched my skin, and his fingers scratched and pinched along sensitive zones as he manipulated me into complicated positions that my body cried to be released from but my mind welcomed as a friend.
were about me,
and not the rope
and when we were done
he asked when he would see me next.
Sadly, it would not be for awhile,
but I hope to have both men
touch me with their rope,
and make me theirs,