Hanging by my breast

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Mar 102009

A leather collar around my neck that was locked into place. A breast harness placed on me, rope tied around my waist that lead down to my crotch. He took the remaining rope and attached it to the chains that hung down from my ceiling. Allowing me to lean forward without the risk of falling but still giving me the choice of where I would put my weight on. After getting use to the position, he attached the rope to my ankle cuffs to only make it possible to put the weight on my knees and lean forward.

The breast harness was starting to dig into me and a good portion of my weight was being put on my breast. We tested out a couple of new toys including a breast pump but it was difficult to use it with just him having his hands. It was a really nice sensation and I’m looking forward to testing it out some more. After a quick run with the pump, he placed my vibrating nipple clamps on my nipples, which sent the vibrations all over, making me wetter.

My breast were getting more and more sensitive the longer they hung and slowly started turning pink and red. He took out the fid and started scratching me before leaning back and watching me struggle against the bonds. After watching me struggle a bit, he grabbed a pair of clover clamps and I knew I was in trouble. After taking a ball gag, he secured it so that I would have to hold onto the gag with my mouth (not secured around my head) and connected to the chain. He wanted to see me struggle and loves pushing me into that space. The clover clamps were intense against my already sensitive nipples and I was breathing heavily with all the sensations that I was experiencing. The next thing I knew, he went to grab some weights and came back with an anal hook. I thought that he was going to insert it inside me but instead he attached it to the gag that I was barely holding onto

It was difficult holding the gag in my mouth with all that weight pulling on them. I kept trying to suck it back, deeper into my mouth and not allow it to fall. At one point, I managed to move my weight so I was on my feet and tried balancing it on my knee but no matter what I did I couldn’t do it. Eventually, I couldn’t hold it anymore and the gag fell out my mouth. The pain/pleasure was incredible and he quickly grabbed and took the clover clamps off my nipples.

He started to remove the rope that attached me to the hard points and I was a puddle on the ground, holding my breast and admiring how sensitive they felt.

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Hemp Rope

Bondage
Mar 092009

Variety is important in all aspects of life and even more important with BDSM. I love bondage and even more so rope. But what gets me right in the mood is hemp rope. As soon as it’s placed on my skin, I immediately start get into that head space.

It’s the smell of it, the feeling of it on my skin, the way it ties, the rope marks, the look, it’s all beautiful to me. I recently got some Bavarian Blonde 4 strand hemp and after playing with it over the past month (Twisted Monk), I can clearly tell the difference as soon as it touches my skin. I was surprised about the difference between 3 and 4 strand. Hemp is hemp right? Unfortunately not and it’s all in the type of rope and how it’s conditioned. Bavarian Blonde is unique, it’s softer, has a unique straw smell and tighter strands.

This came up with a conversation with a friend, we were talking about the different kinds of rope and it came up that I’m a bit of a rope snob. I’ve been thinking about this the past couple of days about how I love hemp. I guess some might see it that way but I view it as that I simply found something that I love using and experiencing the sensation and feel of. It comforts me, takes me to new highs and pleasure and allows me to feel the rope and expand.

I enjoy getting tied up with anything but if I have the choice, I would choose hemp. What would you choose?

*Disclosure – I don’t review or get any free samples from Twisted Monk, I simply love him product and love sharing great products with others.

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Study Break

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Oct 202008

I have a midterm this Monday for a University accounting class that I’m taking.  I get a bit worked up about my performance in school and am determine to remain an A student. Since I’ve devoted a fair amount of time in order to be prepare I decided that I could afford a study break this afternoon.

I was dressed in nothing but my knee high boots and a chest harness as I sat down in the sling and laid back. My arms were cuffed to the chains above me and my legs in the stirrups. He took a piece of hemp rope, put it though the chain and attached clove clamps to it. He set it up so when I would moved in the sling it would cause the rope to pull on the clamps or whenever he desired to give them a tug. He started out by pulling on my breast until every single movement caused shivers in me and paddling me until my ass was red. Since my ass was already on fire, he decided he wanted to include some electricity and pulled out the violet wand.

Before he started with the wand, he realized I was going to be loud and decided it was time for me to wear the gas mask. I was helpless in the sling, muffled and with every movement pulling on my nipples when I heard the familiar buzzing sound from the wand. He came closer to me, moving it up and down and occasionally zapping my clit. He brought it lower and started moving it around my ass, making it tingle with every zap. He proceeded to constantly switch areas, making me unaware of where the next sensation would be placed on my body. The electricity constantly made it’s way to my clit, making me shake in my bounds. After working me over and making sure I was fully relaxed and tingly it was time to release my nipples, which were throbbing and tender. The clover clamps came off and the rush of blood flooded back to my nipples, I was in a high state of ecstasy.  He slowly removed the gas mask, untied the rope from my bounds and guided me to my bed where I slowly started coming back to the world around me. I was left soaking wet, throbbing and more focused then ever to continue studying for my mid-term that would face me the next day.

**Babeland has a great article about nipple play, which provides a lot of information for those trying it for the first time or even for those with more experience. Clover clamps are a favourite of mine and have remained a stable of mine since I first experience them. I love the pain they inflict and the feeling of them coming off. One of my favourite things about clamps is they come in a variety of intensities. Here is a link to find our perfect pair of nipple clamps**

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Outdoor bondage

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Oct 022008

I’ve had this plan to do outdoor bondage for awhile now and with the day booked off and everything ready to go the weather almost got in the way. Luckily after a couple of days of rain, the weather called for only 30% chance and we decided to head out and take the chance.

Hands being tied to the tree

I’ve always loved the idea of doing bondage outdoors and even before going to Paradise, I knew this was something that I wanted to do for the longest time. The problem was finding a place where it was safe, private and could be done within a couple of hours of driving time. After having the adventures of life get in the way, PG and I planned to make the commitment to do it before winter came and we would have to wait for another season to past.

We ended to the park which has numerous trails and after a quick change of plans due to a school group outing, we started walking up the trail until we found a spot where we could head off. After some careful bush whacking and about 10 minutes of navigating, we found our spot. After putting down all our stuff, I changed into a white summer dress and thong.

There I was standing in the woods, dressed in pretty much nothing and getting more turned on every moment. PG came up to me and ordered me to kneel down and place my back on the tree. He placed the hemp rope around my lower waist and created a breast harness that connected to the tree.  After my body was secured to the tree, he took some more hemp rope and did a column tie to secure my wrist above me.

He bent down and started playing with my breast, twisting and squeezing them. As he was torturing my breast, he pulled out a knife and starting running it across my breast, slowly teasing them and placing the sharp point of my blade right up my nipple. He teased me with my blade and he placed it along my top of my clothing, cutting and exposing my breast to the crisp air.

Location of the outdoor bondage scene

Location of the outdoor bondage scene

He continued to move his hand down to my clit and slowly starting teasing it, increasing my growing wetness and inserted my Ella inside of me. He kept my thong on to allow it to stay inside of me, filling me whole while he played with my breast. After my breast was getting sensitive, he moved his hand up to my face and started slapping me until I burst into an intense orgasm. As soon as I started orgasming, he would hold his hand over my mouth to prevent me from making a lot of noise and to intensify them for me.

The scene continued with lots of nipple play, intense orgasms, breath play and a multitude of other hot things. We played fairly long and tried not to be loud but we had all the privacy we needed and far enough away from anyone running into us. After we were done and cuddling on the forest floor, the sun started to shine as we started coming down from the intense session that we just had.

I would write more about this forgettable scene but words can not even begin to express how special it was to me. A perfect first time outdoors.

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Wednesday evening: Rope marks and sore breasts

BDSM, Bondage
Jul 032008

My breast are very tender right now. All day I was shifting in my seat, unable to get my mind off of how sensitive my nipples are.

Last night, I had an intense scene involving rope and breast torture. It’s been awhile, too long, since I’ve played that hard with my breast and have had marks that lasted for more then a day. My breast were in a tight harness that allowed the rope to wrap around my breast, over and over again. The ascetic nature of the tie allowed my breast to pop out, while keeping them secured and extremely sensitive. PG did an excellent job with the rope work, I just wished we would of thought to take a picture.

We haven’t seen each other for awhile due various circumstances however that caused growing frustration that lead to us both needing to play harder. After the breast harness was on, he started playing with my breast, that were sensitive to the touch. The lightest touch on them sent sensations running though me, turning me on and causing me to get more turned on. After I was getting into a nice headspace, he decided to push me further.

I was braced up on him, allowing him full access to my breast, he took a piece of hemp rope and dragged it along my nipples while grabbing them and pinching them. I was glancing down at them, watching the nipple grow harder and harder as he proceeded to squeeze them. Having them bound that tightly and any additional sensation was almost overpowering

After playing with them, I was flipped over face down making my breast rub across the sheets while he climbed behind me and started biting my neck and shoulders. Sinking his death into them, I was lost. The rush of pain and pleasure that compounding with every second that continued….

It was a really nice evening and there is more to say but ending writing about it. It was a wonderful evening of reconnecting, play, sushi and some delicious white wine.

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RnG – Violet Wand and Bondage

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May 062008

“You’re wearing too many clothes” he said.

I was sitting towards the wall, cuddled up with a friend, watching an attractive friend being tied up. Sitting there, all cuddled up and clothed I was a bit curious to see how their scene would unfold.

Next thing I knew I was getting undressed and having a breast harness placed on me. I joined my friend and was kneeling back to back with my friend who already had the harness on her. He started taking out more hemp rope and started to tie us together, back to back. We were tied securely to one another, ropes connecting our wrists, upper arms and a crotch rope connecting us as the final piece. Since we were tied, back to back, we were able to tease one another a bit. Since we both had control over the crotch rope we were able to torment each other slightly by pulling on the one side and causing each other a bit of discomfort. At one point, I realized I better behave as I was being particularly bratty. She started digging her nails into me which made me behave, at least temporarily.

Once we were secured to each other, PG pulled in the violet wand. As soon as a spark hit my skin my mood went immediately from bratty to a more submissive state. Electricity has that effect on me. He varied between the both us, starting off with our breast, running the wand over our nipples, making the spark jump onto the nipples and all the lovely sensations that come with it. After zapping our breast, he switched to the probe attachment and start shocking my friend. It was fun being tied to her, feeling her struggle, and hearing her screams. We were both pushing on each others back. It would cause the other person closer to the violet wand. At one point after hearing my friend scream out, PG moved his attention to me again and I could not help but yell out as well when the sparks hit my pussy.

It was a wonderful flow among all us, varying the sensation and switching from one to another. However, I really have to learn to keep my mouth shut sometimes when I am playing with them but I cannot help it.

We played for a while and just as my pussy being getting all tingly from the shocks it was time to untie us. After the hemp was off us, I admired the rope marks (I have a thing for them) and we cuddled for a while before getting into more fun.

Tons of stuff was going on but at one point I was being held down by PG and my friend was scratching and squeezing me. At one point, they both went to reach for my nipples and started pulling and twisting, along other things. I was in such a subspace so I did not notice that some of my friends arrived. After coming down a bit and recovering I was able to catch up with them which is always a delightful treat.

Headed out a bit early to continue the wonderful evening back at my place. Such a wonderful weeknight evening.

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MVK: pussy tightrope walking

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Apr 072008

(**after the workshop**)

We were at the suspension frame, and I was eagerly waiting in my cincher and stocking. I stood there, undressed, while watching him go though his toy bag. I wondered what he was going to do with the toys and implements that he was pulling out. Being the way I am, the curious nature and impatient my mind was pondering what he was going to do to me.

He started out by pulling out the ropes, clips and other items. After teasing me by not allowing me to know what was going to happen, he started by tieing a piece of hemp rope with knots in it. He walked around to the one post and tied it. He then attached the other piece to the opposite side, which stretched the rope across the length of the frame. After he did that, I knew I was in for a hot predicament scene.

He bound my wrist with a two column tie and clipped my arms above me. They were connected to a piece of rope that was above me and connected across the top part of the suspension frame. I was ordered to step over the rope that was just below waist level. With one foot over the rope, it was right between my legs . He ordered me to walk, along the rope until I would reach a knot. At first it wasn’t that difficult walking along but as the knots would pass over me, I would get more and more sensitive. I couldn’t walk at one point but with him gently pulling on my cincher I was able to pass over a couple more knots.

At one point, I couldn’t pass over the ropes anymore (or so I thought) as it was too sensitive to move another inch.. I tried standing on my tippy toes however whenever I did, he told me I wasn’t allowed with a sadistic smile. Since I was feeling a bit bratty, I didn’t want to obey and wanted to push back a bit and see what would happen.

He reacted by moving up the rope so I wouldn’t have a choice but have it digging in to me. I continued moving back and forth over the length of the rope, grasping and achieving in pleasure or pain whenever I reached at knot. The scene continued …..

I was in the predicament for a fair bit, had some wonderful fondling, teasing/denial, and having the tension and height of the rope increase and decrease. My pussy and ass were really tender from rubbing against it. It felt so good and raw at the same time. When he released me, the rush of blood and endorphins running though my body was intense. The feeling of no longer being connected to the rope, the helpless and being physically released left me spacey, so we headed over to the aftercare area to cuddle.

More to say about this wonderful scene, but my bedroom is calling me to reminisce about Saturday and patiently wait until the next time.

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Being Tied to another girl, with both of us trying to escape.

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Mar 132008

Safely tucked into bed, with my space heater blasting, and all bundled up. It really was a wonderful day today. Spending time with friends, great food and of course bondage.

Tonight was our regular weekly bondage night, which turned into a fun time. I treated PG and I out for a Greek dinner, as I was in the mood for it and he has really been there for me in the past little bit. It was a nice catch-up dinner ,where we were able to spend time together, talk about life and all the future adventures that we might run into.

Once we arrived though, the energy over-took me. I simply wanted get tied up, and undressed. After losing some layers of clothing I found myself having rope being drawn underneath my breast to form a breast harness. After my breast were displayed, PG asked a friend of ours to join in or as he would classify it as, for the sake of symmetry. Shortly later, we both found ourselves leaning against each other backs, with our wrist, shoulders bound together. In addition, he attached crotch ropes to the each of us which were pulled if either of us moved as well as other ropes to make sure we were firmly secured and connected. After he was confident that either one of us would be escaping, he started to play with the both of us. He was making her squirm with scratching, while I was indulged in pleasure with nipple play.

After we were official tied with many pieces of ropes and both feeling relaxed and comfortable, we decided to try to escape. We both managed to get our feet up on the ground and standing. However, proving to get out of this bondage was going to be a challenge. The ropes were placed securely on us, and as both of us tried moving in any position to try to untie them we were unsuccessful. We managed to untie on knot however after minutes and minutes on trying every possible combination we were stuck. We asked to be given the one wrist free and slowly we were managed to untie every part of the rope by working together to get to the rest of the pieces undone.

It was fun finally escaping, normally I love staying in bondage as long as possible but when I am present with a challenge I am always up for it. All three of us and our friends seemed to enjoy the scene, which is always a nice addition. How could you not love being tied to a cute girl while the both of you are struggling.

A nice addition to the evening is that I still have the rope marks from this evening, which I hope won’t fade quickly as I like viewing them and taking my mind back to the scene. Lots of cuddles afterwards and being escorted home safely for some more down time, cuddling and orgasms. What a perfect way to end the day.

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