I love rope – have i mentioned that?

Lol, yes, I know I have. But last night reminded me of how much I love it. Just the sense of being restrained is so lovely.

While I was securely tied to a chair, legs open, Sir used a number of strappy toys on me – my nipples, inner thighs and pussy were all attended to. In typical Sir fashion, he started out very light and got ouch-ier over time. He wanted comparisons of how the straps felt – did the tip end of the thin crop hurt more or less than the light strap he just got? How did it compare to the black belt?

Knowing him as I do, I’m surprised he doesn’t keep track of this data on Airtable . Or maybe he does, now that I think about it. A spreadsheet with instruments listed across the top and body parts going down the page, with ratings for each instrument by body part.

Later in the evening, there were other toys – dildos and vibrators and the medium butt plug – and more pleasure.

But the session also gave me new insight into why Sir would like a third person involved in some of our sessions. He wants an assistant. While he was tying me to the chair, he changed the rope he was using a couple of times. Each time he had to navigate carefully in his wheelchair to get to where he had left it. He commented on how much that slowed the flow of the session. I could imagine him, like a surgeon, holding out one hand and saying, “Purple rope, please,” as he worked on me.

He had only attached my wrists and ankles to the chair. This morning, I was wondering why he hadn’t done anything more elaborate. Something more like the video he had sent in the morning that showed much more extensive rope work.

(I’ve attached a link to the video, although you’ll have to go to youtube to watch it.)

I didn’t have a chance to think about it last night – there was not much thinking going on during the session. Not on my part anyhow. But this morning, I realized how tricky impossible it would be to wrap the rope around my body from one spot when he can’t stand independently. And awkward to navigate around me in the wheelchair. If we had a third person involved, they could work with Sir on managing the rope so he could do the knots.

Anyhow. It’s another reason to keep thinking about the possibility. When I tell Sir I’m not interested, he just smiles. “But you’re thinking about it,” he says knowingly. “You can’t help thinking about it. Being curious about what it would be like. Two men…”

And he’s right. Sigh… I am.