Rope Bunny

The local munch has been having themed events of late which has been working really well. I am more then happy to sit down in a pub with a group of others and chat about BDSM related things but having a specific topic or theme to the munch add a focus as well as an opportunity to ask questions about things you may not have done. It also enables people to remember specific munches as opposed to everything merging together.

This months munch was rope themed and as many of my readers already know, they're are few things I enjoy more then being tied up. The workshop was led by a Dom from North Wales who brought a variety of different ropes which soon piled up on the table beside him. I tried not to be overly eager and give other people a chance to volunteer as demo bunny but it wasn't long before I found myself sitting on a stool with my hands tied behind my back.

I think there is something about the constriction of rope bondage that appeals to me. I like the fact that you are giving control over to another person and just the feel of the tightness of the rope against you're skin. The aesthetics are also very important to me and I was happy to have some photos taken to demonstrate the work.

We did a basic harness and arm bind and then I decided I should try and let someone else have a go so I hopped off the stool and got to admire watching the construction of a rope corset arm binder. One of the girls from the munch has a scarily high pain tolerance, some of the things she goes through would break me but she just giggles. The rope master placed a series of ties down both her arms before threading another rope through the looks like a corset. He then pulled them in so that the girls arms were squeezed back behind her back. She, of course, just giggled as her hand slowly turned purple.

She was find in the end of course, we always look out for each other and the munch is a very safe environment for trying out new things. Given the choice she would have probably happily stayed bound like that for longer but as her hands were now a darkening puce we thought it best not to let her.

It is an interesting point about the subbie mentality though and something Dom/mes should be aware of. We don't always know whats best for us and so Dom/mes should always be thinking about what is in the best interest of the subbie they are using and how much they can really take....more on this in a future blog...

Scrapyard Challenge

Oh dear, I am getting behind with this blogging! I logged on to write about last night and then realised I hadn't gotten around to talking about last week yet! I guess I had better try and cover that before I move on. Oh well, the fact that I' having to try and keep up means that at least my life is almost interesting at the moment.

Last weekend the barn organised a Scrap yard Challenge initiative where teams were invited to come down and use the day to construct bondage apparatus from any odds and sods lying around or that they brought with them. Unfortunately I wasn't able to get down to the construction part (not that I'm the most practical person in the world anyway when it comes to making anything more complicated than a cup of tea) but I did manage to arrive in time to be a demo bunny.

The first shiny was an original piece of kit, a holding device of sorts where a victim volunteer is strapped into a standing frame. The frame itself tilts backwards meaning that at first you feel that you are going to topple over, but it was so well designed that I don't think this would have occurred. A strap around the waist and neck hold the subbie in place and their hands are then cuffed behind their back in a very vulnerable and open position for frontal play. Some pictures were taken of me trying this out and I will try and get hold of them to brighten up my blog a bit.

The second device was upstairs in the converted loft space of the barn. The building is listen which means that there are very strict rules about what you can and can't alter which means that original (or very early beams) dominate the upper levels compartmentalising the space into three or four chambers. At the far end was a bondage frame.

The novelty of this second device was that there was a cross on one side and a H shape on the other meaning that you could have two submissive strapped at the same time facing each other which could be very interesting. Also, although I think this was a happy coincidence as opposed to deliberate design, the frame looked as if it could be tilted on its axis to change the lay out so that, if you were carful, the Saint Andrew's cross part could be used as support for someone lying across the frame with space underneath for the Dom/me to get in and about.

The third device was pony themes so obviously that gave it some good plus points in my eyes from the start but unfortunately lacked some versatility perhaps. This final piece of equipment was a rocking pony where a stomach rest rose from the middle of a roughly semi-circular piece of wood. The sub would kneel over the central support and a saddle could then be strapped on. Once a rider climbed on it was then possible to rock backwards and forwards like riding a child’s toy.

I tried all three of these devices out with a couple of other girls and then we went to a side room to discuss which we thought deserved to win.

While I liked the rocking pony and found it quite original, it seemed much less like a finished product. The elements of bondage were loose and I feel that if the pony's hands and feet were strapped in it would be more effective. Also, and perhaps this was just from my perspective, I didn't feel an awful lot of rocking was going on when I was on it and felt a bit sea sick. An original idea perhaps but not necessarily very versatile so it came third.

The frame with the cross and the H came second. It was a very well made piece and looked very professional. There was a lot you could do on it for sure but at the end of the day I still felt it was a frame and though well constructed, didn't really seem to offer anything different.

The first device, the strapping frame which I apologise, I have described poorly, won out. While it perhaps did not have the versatility of the other frame there was still a lot that could be done with it. I would have like to have played with it properly to know if I would have tumbled backwards or not (or maybe I wouldn't) but it seemed to be very well made and secure and a couple of adjustable features means that it could snugly fit a wide range of people.

Right, I have to go. I have a lot more to write about but it shall have to wait. Thank you for reading and please do leave any feedback and comments.

Cuffs and Collars, Chains and Cains

The cuffs felt soft and strangely reassuring around my ankles and wrists. I tensed experimentally against the bonds, feeling the restrains constraining the separation between each cuff to a matter of inches.

Standing vulnerable in the corner of an unfamiliar room I had time to consider my thoughts and feelings. The strangest sensation I had to come to terms with was how right and comfortable I currently felt.

I had spoken to the couple, a Master and a slave who lived locally, for a couple of weeks on the Internet and had met the slave for a coffee in person previously before arranging a meet. They had been very genuine at all times before and after my arrival at the house, and had made sure I had a safe call in place for security. Even having this as a a safety net, it still surprised me that I was so happy to be bound, constrained and vulnerable to another without any sense of fear or worry. Had they done a good job in assuaging my fears by being so genuine, or was I a touch naive?

I had arrived that afternoon, the slave had greeted me at the door and we chatted over a glass of red wine as I got ready, slipping into what is still my only cute outfit. After putting on my make up we moved to her front room until a knock on the door signalled her Master's arrival.

She went to greet her Master at the door and I loitered in the front room till the door slid open. It was the first time that I had met the Master in flesh, although we had chatted extensively online, he came in to the front room now and we spoke for a few minutes. It was an odd position to be in, dressed up as I was, a table full of cuffs and chains between us, making small talk over a cup of tea.

After a five minutes or so the Master turned to a bag which he'd brought with him and pulled out a cute pink collar with white polka dots. My eye's widened as I saw the pretty leather object and positively purred inside as he slit it around my neck, a matching leash dangling down. He then slide the cuffs around my wrists and ankles and, after checking that I'd made my safe call, attached my hands behind my back with a carrabina through the cuffs.

Tugging on the leash He brought my to my feet and then led me around the table on the leash. I loved the feeling of being led around like a pretty pet, especially after the Master cuffed my ankles together restricting my movement to a hobble. The experience made me glow happily inside. After asking me to kneel the Master picked up a camera and kindly took some pictures of me, some of which you can see on my blog. I only wish I'd fixed my hair better!

He also took me through to the bedroom where on the wall was a rack of different floggers, whips and other implements to which the Master gave me a guided tour. The Master went trough several of the objects, demonstrating the finer nuances of each on my arm or other parts of my body. The one that I enjoyed the most was what he referred to as a pizza cutter (although I was told since that that was just his joke and its real name was a "wartenberg wheel") This he used on my back and chest, the tiny teeth biting my soft flesh was strangely exhilarating and I found my eye closing and my breath shallowing as I let the sensation was over me.

Shorty after that I was getting better acquainted with some of the other items. The Master had me bending over a chair, my head down and my backside pointed up in the air as a riding crop explored my intimate areas. Then with a crack the crop came down and hit me. Six times, three on each cheek. I'm still trying to work out how I felt about the experience, did I enjoy the pain, or was it more a sense of wanting to be pleasing and take the punishment that excited me.

Time was getting on, and after having me bend over her knee and pointing out the location of the painsubs "sweet spot" by use of spanking, it was time for me to leave :( . The Master undid the restraints, the thought of undoing them myself even with my hands free seemed strangely foreign, and the slid the collar off from around my neck. I felt a sense of sadness knowing that the experience -for now- was over. The Master kindly handed my the collar and said that I could keep it if I wish. I was so happy as I looked down at the pretty pink object in my hand, noticing a small name tag in the shape of a heart I turned it over and read my own name written there. I nearly cried.

The Beuaty of Bondage

Now that my secret love of BDSM is out in the open -not to mention the fact that I've placed a link to this blog on my collarme page- I thought that I would discuss my attraction to all things kinky in a little more depth.

Before I do that though I would like to thank everyone who has commented on my blog when they've seen me in chat rooms or emailed me at the various websites I frequent. It always makes me happy to know that people are reading and enjoying my blog and while all comments are welcome, comments on the blog itself are more so, as they allow the opportunity for discussion to develop and can influence the direction of topics I write about.

I've been drawn to BDSM from a young age, as soon as I first came across it when I was perhaps 14 or 15. I feel that, had I been born "a real girl" it would have been something I would have already have sought out and experienced. There is however less demand for a boy -especially a genderbender such as myself- from the BDSM massive. Of course tgirls are highly prized and many people admire tgurl models, but for every shemale starlet there is a rainbow of pantie wearers dreaming of what would happen "if only they had a chance." I'm not sure yet if I'm one of them or not.

What appeals to me most is perhaps the aesthetic beauty that I find from BDSM. The The outfits, the form, and the control inherent in bondage makes my tummy bubble and my loins ache. I've already mentioned how the cession of control resonates within me and bondage is the ultimate visual expression.The girl has no control and is positioned by others to be pleasing. This form can be simply kneeling in a corner or the use of elaborate outfits, cuffs, chains, ropes and collars. At the risk of sounding like a if-only-i-could dreamer, I will add that being a bondage model is also something I would seriously like, if I ever become presented with the opportunity of course.