My First Adventure in Bondage Rope Making

Posted on December 15, 2010 by admin

Prelude

How much rope do you own? Have you ever stopped to think about it? Laid it out and added up all your coils by diameter? Ok I haven’t either but I have a rough idea of what’s in each of my rope kits and it was time to refresh or add to some of them. If you’re like me until now like most things in life your bondage rope buying no matter how near and dear to your heart has been a fairly sanitized consumer transaction. You show up at the event, party, or mixer and hit the vendor area or go online.

Truthfully i thought about trying to process my own rope at first a few years back to save a few bucks. That wasn’t enough motivation though for me to not take the easy road and buy my rope dyed finished. Unpack the box and find a willing stunt bunny or the chesty blonde and it was off to the races. Still the idea of making my own rope kept creeping into my twisted little mind. Two things made me take a leap of faith, first I had made a few impact toys earlier this year for a friend’s birthday (and then a few more for a jealous friend and my own personal collection). I started out on a whim but enjoyed the process and connection I had with them when they were finished. Secondly it was a passing comment during one of the breakouts at the GRUE I attended this past fall about gifting that stuck in my head. I’ll cover that in the next post.

raw hemp spool

Now on to the Buffoonery of me making rope

I looked at and lusted over the Do It Yourself Kits from Maui Kink for about three months and some where back in the summer when they started sponsoring Ropecast I started looking at their bulk spools of hemp. let’s face it I’m for lack of a better term very into temptation and just like a lithe flirtatious play friend every time I’d see an ad on Fet or listen to Graydancer I’d think I really should try this. I pinged my friends over at Fit2bTied since I knew J used their hemp a fair amount. I was just looking for insight about their rope and dealing with them. In the past I’ve ordered stuff on line and been disappointed by lead time, service, or in a few cases with vanilla sex toys quality. He had great things to say about their service. Done I was sold.

Then twice I filled out the Maui order form and never hit submit. Maybe it was because I’m just to toppy to be comfortable using the term submit even when it comes to my order or maybe i was afraid things would go sideways.

It was Thanksgiving night while I sat in a big quiet house watching French movies on Netflix that I finally filled out the order form and hit send. One DIY Kit #2 and a spool of 6mm after all if I’m going to fuck up why not do it in a kind of big way. I looked at it this way if I managed to 5 good useable 30 foot pieces out of the kit and spool combined I was more or less at a breakeven point if I had bought them as finished coils. Anything extra was a bonus financially speaking and there is no way I could be worse at making rope than I am at speaking and translating French.

The box arrived a little over a week later when I was in New York. I literally got a text from the Chesty Blonde that read ” A Stinky box arrived for you” I laughed and asked in my reply that she put it in my office and just leave it alone. Did the box stink? Raw hemp has a distinct smell and beauty well its in the eye of the beholder. Two days later I’d finally be home and the following morning I just couldn’t wait. I was working from home and after getting the kids off to school unpacked the new stuff. Cut the Spool into mostly 30 and 15 foot lengths with a handful of 4 footers as well just to have more short ropes incase i need to be a little extra sadistic.

The DIY kit from Maui Kink came with a CD filled with great and easy to follow instructions for every step of the process. For the most part I followed them to the letter with a few exceptions.

The first exception to following directions is you need a BIGGER POT! Trust me I thought I had a huge pot (20 quarts) and by conventional home kitchen standards it might be. After all everyone thinks theirs is fucking huge right? Mine is big enough for a 10 ears of corn or enough chili to feed a big football party on a cold fall day however it was nowhere near big enough to cook all the rope from the DIY kit at one time. It’s now 7:45 am and I want to get my rope making freak on it was like Christmas for kinsters and damn it I was going to play with my new toys as soon as possible. Executive decision time from the DIY having prepped and laundering the rope as instructed but when it came time to boil I was going to do the 8mm first (it has two 30ft and two 15 footers just for reference). After 3 hours the same amount of the 6mm went in fresh boiling water. As the 8 mm was drying.

DIY and Raw Sppol of BOndage rope cut to length

DIY kit #2 and Raw Spool of Bondage Rope cut to length (pre washing)

Earlier I had alluded to the smell of raw hemp, which wasn’t too bad as it cooked the stove top fan and a cracked window kept things more than bearable. A lit candle after all was done cleared out the remnants with in about 30 minutes. Lilly did ask who had been riding horses without her when she got home from school.

Two unexpected things came of the process that day. The smell and feel of the wet rope reminded me of my grandfather. Weird and unexpected I’ll grant you but he owned a farm and some race horses. Even before Diva asked if we had a cool new barn scented candle I was having childhood memories that were long forgotten of holding wet leader lines for horses on a gallop during a cool dewy morning and of tying rope to the rafters and swinging through the barn from hay bale to hay bale. I’ve been playing with rope for years in an adult bondage sort of way but never realized that in one way or another I had always been playing with rope for as long as I can remember, exercising horses, at scouts, or plunging over a steep hillside with it tied to a tree while playing war. For whatever reason I forgot I even had my own coils of rope in the shop and barn as kid that no one else was allowed to touch. In retrospect the leap to bondage really wasn’t much of a jump. The second thing I learned is that washing, boiling and drying was the easy part of the process.

I had my zen on I was loving the work and it was a great diversion. Rope for me has always been about not only escape, dominance, and sex but focus. In yoga terms it is about me being mindful and present and rope processing was falling into line with that. It is rare that I can actually clear my mind and focus on only one thing. I can fuck you hard and fast and not necessarily be present mentally with scene’s and rope I’m always there. My inner peace was about to end as I sat in front of the TV whipping rope ends and laughing at “big bang theory” when my lovely chesty blonde asked EXACTLY when I planned on finished the entire process. Apparently December 19^th wasn’t soon enough since she informed me “you can’t have rope out when my dad’s here”. She was right that I had no intention of explaining to him what I was up to. He wouldn’t get it and would freak out beyond measure…as we all know there are some people you just can’t come out to. Wait a damn second no one told me I was running hotel Malflic again…Mother Fucker!

This news caused me to change course a little. Originally I planned to air dry all the rope but the following afternoon; Friday after work I began my rope making death march and enlisted the help of the dryer. The instructions state empty the lint trap after every cycle…they are not kidding what you see in the picture was after 20 minutes of drying.

I ended up emptying it twice per cycle. My Friday night was spent boiling and drying rope with a short interlude that included little Italian number who wanted me for my uber sexy geekiness. Ok I went shopping for a computer with her but I like to think it’s because she finds my geek skills alluring that why she’s always coming by, so let me dream.

Speaking of dreaming Saturday I woke up early, tossed another batch in the dryer and began stretching the already dried rope. Next time you see your favorite rope maker… tip them, send them a bottle of their favorite demon or give them a big hug and a very dirty kiss. I’m not sure if I was doing it right, maybe I was over zealous, maybe I was doing the big dumb guy thing and working too hard because I like things that are physical but by the time I had stretched half of the rope my shoulders were throbbing, I was covered in hemp fuzz and sweat but none of this begins to explain how badly my hands were trashed, cramped and tired. My tip for this portion would be to start off wearing thick leather gloves.

Six hours later I’d take on stretching the second half of the batch as I began to dye the morning’s rope. Again I broke away from the instructions due to time and lack of fuzz I opted not to burnish it and because of the pot size dying would be in two batches. I was literally so anal about it that I not only measured every drop of water but every second of the stirring, mixing and soaking process. The colors came out identical overall I got lucky.

After a night hanging in loose coils I tossed them into the dyer and then came the only part of the process that I’m not certain I did correctly. Oiling the rope was not my forte. The color turned out so well that originally I was going to finish everything beyond the DIY kit without dying it leaving it a natural.

I got the”OOOH what a pretty color” from the Blonde so I decided to put on the brakes. I had enough colored length to give as the gifts to friends for the holidays. If she likes the color that means she might like to be tied up with it a little more often my dumb male mind thought so instead I’d wait to finish the rest, order more dye, take the time to burnish what remained since it was fuzzy. Plus this would allow me to play with the new color after our holiday guests went home. After all it’s not like I don’t have rope to use on her it’s just not rope I processed…with any luck it will be what I get to do for the first time on New Years Eve. I can’t think of a better way to start off the new year!

Postlude

If you’ve ever thought about processing your own rope I’d say go for it. It’s cheaper than therapy and isn’t hard if you just follow the directions and take your time. The folks over at Maui Kink make it very easy to try with their DIY kits and once you’ve done that buying in bulk and whipping your own ends isn’t a big jump. So far all of it has turned out to be not only usable but good enough that I’m proud to share it with like minded souls in my life

Here’s what I’ll do differently next time

1) A much bigger pot (fuck I hate farm sales but might need to hit a few to find one cheap)

2) Uncoil then entire spool and when prepping it check for abnormalities marking them with a string before determining what lengths to cut from where. I measured and then prepped and inspected the rope after cutting. A few spots needed to be cut out and led to shorter lengths. It could have been avoided if I’d have taken my time before cutting. So I have a few more 15 ft pieces than expected. Despite that I really did end up using all but a few inches of the rope I bought

3) Don’t try to stretch the rope all in one day unless you are looking to have sore hands and a killer arm and shoulder work out. My hands still hurt on Monday and into Tuesday of this week

4) Buy more Dye just in case. Having just one color is like fucking only in the missionary position, there’s nothing wrong with it, it’s how most of us start but before too long you want to experiment with all the postions from the Joy of Sex or all the colors in the rainbow.

Is your Corporate Logo in a Dungeon?

Posted on June 21, 2010 by admin

It might seem like an odd question after all I don’t know of any large public companies or for that matter even most businesses on main street seeking out that type of exposure. After all most of America doesn’t like to admit that it likes sex let alone kinky play. I think prime time TV tells a different story but that’s a topic for another day. Still I think companies would think twice about handing out items with their logos on them to every Dom, Hick, and Hairy if they knew where they really ended up. Here’s just one example.

So I decided to buy some more rope for my collection. Yes I know I was told that I didn’t need 8mm hemp but figured why listen to a rope bottom if I think I need more hemp then well god damn it I need more rope and that’s that. Ok not really but there are a few ties I wanted to try with 8mm and so guess what my Chesty Blonde stunt bunny wasn’t in on the plan well until the rope showed up. You might expect it went something like this “Hi Baby I’m home. Find some heels and get naked. Daddy’s feeling dirty” But see that would be too simple in my world the Blonde was out of town so it went more “oh what did I do tonight, not much talked to the Wild One and Victoria for a bit, had Mexican and a few drinks for dinner and oh I got some new rope so I spent the entire evening rearranging my rope bags, catching up on ropecast and planning for when you get home tomorrow. ” She worries when I have time to plan, little does she know I’m always scheming on what I want to try next.

This time I decided to push my own limits and used a new supplier. In short I went local for my rope to Aja Rope which turned out to be a hell of a find as far as convenience, a nice selection, and on top of it Aja and Lily turned out to be really cool people. So after ordering 120ft of Chocolate Brown Hemp (a 60’ and two 30’s in case you were wondering) it was time to pick it up. They do ship all over including Canada so if you’re not local they’re still worth a look. They were good sports and rounded up some MFP that I added to the order after arriving and wanted to give as a belated birthday gift to a friend. Well let’s just say I can’t wait to see what that lime green rope looks like by her bright red birthday spanked ass.

Now if you know me I’m always somewhere, at one event or set of meetings or another, industry shows, outings, etc. As I’ve mentioned it’s a good life for a corporate whoremonger and many of the perks along the way aren’t bad either. Last week’s freebies was two lunchbox sized coolers from the Ritz and a Nike pullover with a corporate logo. The truth is I’m a snob and only actually take home things I think are cool. Trade show trash and trinkets I don’t even bother picking up, it’s the premium items that get kept. A few years ago while at a racing school event that was sponsored by 5 different companies I ended up with a really great gym bag. I have a thing for bags and it was a good one so I kept it despite the fact is it had a competitor of mine’s logo across the top in bright orange and red letters. It felt wrong to use on a daily basis so it got tucked inside other bags that were tucked inside of a suitcase sort of like nesting dolls.

Well there I am with my new rope from my new acquaintances I had a free evening in an empty house and an entire night stand drawer filled with rope and if you’ve been in my bed room my night stand is larger than most. And before anyone gets the bright idea to ask; no that is not a metaphor for my dick.

So I decided to rearrange my rope into a series of bags with the rope inside now segmented into their own plastic bags, 6mm hemp would no longer mingle wantonly with the 9/32 mfp. And of course being more GQ than most I put what I thought would be interesting color combinations together. The New Chocolate went in the Natural 6mm. The Grape still a standout that was kept by its self. But the fact that the night stand was over flowing I decided to organize it into a bag. Enter the corporate logo. I looked at it and it is a well made good sized bag. It had great outer pockets with zippers and mesh compartments. Perfect for EMT shears, short lengths for quick cuffs at the ends were other deep zippered pockets that held hair brushes, wooden spoons and small paddles with ease and best of all there was a wet compartment intended for shoes that would be perfect for used rope.

It was packed full, all but bursting at the seams, hemp is heavy there is no two ways about it. Still that damn logo was staring me in the face. I thought about just leaving it there. Maybe I could just put some tape over it and write my name on it with a sharpie. Then I paused for a moment and looked at a bag that was meant to be used for golf outing and other puritan white bread events. I considered what would their CEO say if he knew his corporate logo was being drug to BDSM play parties and dungeons throughout my world. That it would ride on airplanes with a loving note tucked inside explain to the TSA as to its contents all with his logo in plain sight. I laughed they are a public company with a very conservative southern culture, Church, gold, hunting, and Family dinners. The thought of just leaving the logo in plain sight while containing the tools of my wicked trade was almost too much fun. The Duct tape and sharpie won out but only after putting a bullwhip inside the bag for good measure. No I don’t use it, it’s literally a bull whip not a single tail still it’s the first whip a lover ever bought for me and well I like to carry it around in case someone ever want to do an Indianan Jones scene. Or maybe to fend off my competitors should they ever catch wind of what’s in the bag.

Finally this disclaimer. I write about something it’s because I bought it and like it, found it funny, thought it might be useful or a good way to waste time. Then there is always the option that I just wanted to share in my typical TMI way. Now if you’ll excuse me I’m trying to decide if I prefer satin or gloss poly on the paddles I’m making. I’m leaning toward gloss since it will sparkle more in the candle light.

Rope Bondage Hemp vs. MFP

Posted on November 23, 2009 by Malflic

You can listen to this Episode of Exercising My Demons Rope Bondage Hemp Vs. Mfp in sthe snazzy Pickle Player on the Left, at Malflic.libsyn.com or find and subscribe to us on I Tunes

Show Notes

Rope Bondage - Hemp vs. MFP

Malflic once again finds a reason to get out his rope bag and pseudo justify buying more new rope the he actually doesn’t need. Still he convinces the Chesty Blonde to play along as he tried to answer the question for the ages when it comes to bondage…Hemp vs. MFP rope. It’s more fun than science as he reviews six tied he conducted on his willing partner and the perceived differences that natural fiber rope gave him as the rigger and the Blonde as the stunt bunny DuJour . Over time Malflic who is only human became distracted by his sexy partner who was set on seducing him into non bondage related activies before he eventually tells of how he introduced a series of nibbles, kisses, pinches and smacks into to the process along with nipple clamps and sex toys.

Intro The Chesty Blonde

Welcome Back to Exercising My Demons. I’m the Chesty Blonde and today not only am I the hostess of this episode but I was also the stunt bunny used in the “research portion” .

Malfic’s ask me to do a lot of different things over the years but anything that starts with the question naked or clothed before he explains what he’s planning to do still sets off more than a few alarms. As a matter of fact Mal has me tied to a chair right now in the name of “artistic integrity”. On the upside he let me keep my heels on and was nice enough to close the blinds and turn up the heat in so it could be worse. As most of you know we’re pretty “nontraditional” I’m not June Cleaver and well he’s certainly no Ward; unless Ward was a closet deviant. Around here it shouldn’t be a surprise to anyone that the topic of traditional Shibari ties the kind Midori Teaches are put up against the benefits of 2 Knotty Boys fusion style with bondage is just the kind of thing his dirty mind would obsess over. Me I’d rather obsess over J.D.

Then of course there is the debate of Hemp vs. MFP rope. Which is what he tries to answer in the episode, with my help of course. So sit back, relax, (sarcastically) assuming you’re not tied to a chair at this very moment that is. & Let your imagination run wild and so we begin…Rope Bondage Natural Hemp vs. Synthetic MFP

Malflic

I thought of calling this “confessions of a rope addict” or of placing an ad that read “Bondage Bunnies wanted for a semi scientific rope experiment”. After all what kind of man has his favorite rope vendor on speed dial on both his cell phones, skype and his the office desk set?

Of course with all the crazy things that have been happening to people on Craig’s list with my luck an add that read “Assortment of Stunt Bunnies wanted for semi scientific wanted for bondage story and possible pictorial” There is always the morality police or real police running a sting operation but since its wasn’t for sex and I’m sure as hell not paying someone so I can tie them up the second concern was I’d end up with a litany of responses from 450 pound cross dressers interested in suspension work which might be more of an issue because I have no interest or idea how to tie around a guys stuff even if its tucked and well I don’t do suspension work. With that in mind I thought it best to work within the confines of the folks I know. Enter my standard quasi interested but willing to put up with me stunt Bunny DuJour and partner the Chesty Blonde.

Like so many things in my life the latest quest started when I went off to one of my all time favorite sites on the internet, in this case it was twistedmonk.com. So what is a rope guy with a few extra bucks in his pocket going to do…order a bunch of new rope under the guises of wanting to finally answer definitively and for all the ages the pressing question of hemp vs. mfp.

Well that and there is something about ordering a product with the name Statutory Grape that just makes me smile! This time was going to be different, it was an experiment so why not really get wild and change a few things around so I headed toward pretty kitty pink for a bit of color diversity but sadly they were out.

So after the panic subsided and a quick call to assess the inventory situation I got a pleasant answer from the nice guy picked up the phone who said it would be a while and in my opinion potentially worse yet it might be going the way of green. I scurried off to asses my options and settled in on what other than sex and violet, a bright, shocking, vivid color. Perfect and I could only imagine how great it would look next to or tied around black leather. After all I have enough black rope to last a lifetime and well I’m just not that into red even on sports cars. Now don’t get me wrong I dig red latex and that same color in lingerie is fine but when it comes to sports cars and rope…well just not my flavor. White hemp would be unheard of and I’ve got a enough issues in life without bringing cotton or an exotic type fiber into the mix. Besides I have enough white mfp procured over the years from the local dom depot to dock the pacific fleet. (Clears throat) and Ahem mine isn’t all moldy from sitting outside in the rain.

Anyway

A box shows up at the house about 10 days later. Of course I wasn’t here and I arrived home myself a few days later after an extremely long day on two overcrowded amateur traveler filled excessively late flying penis. I walk in the door soon after sorting through the small of packages and mail that arrive for me. There it is my box filled with new rope! Who knew I could love a generic USPS box so much before even opening it. I ran off to another room to tear it open and admire that wonderful color.

Well now it was officially on! Time to uncoil and get to work.

So the goal was pretty simple to do the same six ties with both kinds of rope. Starting off with a simple body harness tied with a series of overhand knots. Then a straight forward chest harness, and since well she is chesty and I’m especially partial to her tits in a Japanese pearl tie that I would abandon mid experiment and exchange for something all together different. What good is rope if you can’t every so often tie someone to the bed post so why not a one column tie. I did have a lover years ago who like to be tied to the radiator in her apartment, when it wasn’t on of course. She never strained against the ropes but really just got off on the whole thing and her body position. Maybe that’s a story for another time.

Being a bit of an avid reader this little experiment also gave me the perfect opportunity to put one of my new books into action and try out the consequences tie from the two knotty boys new book and then a little chair bondage because well nothing like having her on hers knees, bound to a chair and completely at my mercy.

So as she said I started with Naked or clothed? She chose clothed to start which was a bit of a drag but gave me another goal of getting her naked throughout our little adventure. After FINALLY getting her to go along with the plan we began.

First up, the Body Harness with hemp so while looking into her eyes I uncoiled my choice color of the moment and began running the rope through my hands to get a feel for the rope while in an attempt to make a connection with both the fibers and my partner. The only Naughty thing was the Chesty Blonde so it was time to start.

Finding the ends and then measuring off to center of it finally I was going to start adorning her sexy frame after entirely too much waiting. Placing the rope with the center loop on her upper back and the length dangling tauntingly across her tits the first overhand knot was tied just above her breasts. The second just below those luscious but still covered tits. Then another knot at her upper stomach, mid belly, and just below the waist.

Until this point she was humoring me and I faced a decision on whether or not to tie another knot or two in strategic places as the ropes underneath her and start back up across that shapely ass that I love to smack oh so much. You could tell she knew what I was thinking but lacking a specific opinion waited as I opted not to add the additional knots between her legs. After all this was about the rope itself and not just adding extra stimulation to her kitty quite yet. I did add an overhand knot at the top of her ass cheeks most to keep the ropes between together as I worked the other parts of the tie.

So up and under the loop on the back of her neck where it all started and then I started. Around the ribcage and over her breasts, then around her torso. With each pass the loose ropes started to ever so slowly with each pass her get tighter against her body. Oh how I love those diamonds crisscrossing her body. Finally tying off the realization hit me that I had no clue what to do now. One tie down 11 more to go so after leaving things in place for just few minutes I decided to unwrap her.

Slowly untying it was time to repeat the same process with the MFP which in this case was a lovely shade of midnight blue. It was a slight contrast against her dark t shirt but trust me is stunning against her bare skin. Still I wasn’t able to talk her out of her clothes quite yet, it was not time to abandon hope besides this way it would offer a an equal experience to the hemp.

Front knots in place, lines run playfully over her kitty and up her curvy backside it was time to start on the front. Up and over her chest…maybe I stopped for a moment or two to handle them a little and share a few nipple pinches. And over and under snugging things up nicely. Ahh not quite wrapped up and tied tight like bulging cupcakes but still damn nice. Around her torso, across her waist and then there we were tied up nice and tight.

Here’s where my science was off a little bit I was using 6mm hemp and I was using the equivalent of 8mm synthetic rope. Which translates for those of us in the states to about 5/16ths. You know there is a difference the minute you run the ropes through your hands and the Chesty Blonde when asked said she could feel the difference on her entire body but the main thing was where the rope passed between her legs. Made perfect sense to me but that really didn’t help determine if the material was the cause of the sensation change or if it was the thickness.

As a little princess told me once it’s not all about length, girth really does matter. She wasn’t talking about rope necessarily but still the analogy works, length and girth always matter.

Never one to be deterred by a little resistance or the facts I figured she’s still standing there and I’ve still got rope so why not proceed. After talking her out of her shirt, but not her bra the tease and I continued to our old favorite the chest harness which is where it all began with rope for the two of us.

Since MFP was close by off we went with bight in the back just off center and my first pass of ropes went over the top of her breasts. A moment later she had them cupped in her own hands and in a way I was jealous but a decision needed to be made and there would be plenty of time for holding and fondling just a little later. Around and back under those luscious mounds again this time the top line in my pass found itself lying just under where boobs meet rib cage. Perfect! Now back around and again across the top with a pass, to the back now over the shoulder, mmm she does have sexy shoulders too. A little nibble on her neck and then back down between under the top ropes and inside of her left breast passing through the rope at the bottom, giving a slight upward pull before crossing them over the previous pass and up the inside of her right tit. Over the shoulder and tied off in back.

Here are two important facts one which you probably don’t know about me and the other which is if nothing else fairly predictable. The first is as a child is was completely ambidextrous, sure the world tried to force me to be right handed but it never really worked and a lot of time I find myself tying things backwards. It’s the same tie but done with the opposite hand than most people. Sometimes things go right to left and other times things go left to right. Shit happens and its all the same when its done but on occasion when learning knots it’s made things more challenging. The second thing is when tying of from behind and someone starts rubbing her sexy ass into my crotch I can become distracted. Insert nibbles kisses and pinches all with me behind her.

Moving right along after a slightly drawn out untying period it was time to more onto the hemp. This one followed the exact same process; more or less. After all I was only human and well a little more kissing and petting was in order as I took my good old time getting things into place. The girl knows me well and she knew if she kept rubbing her ass on my ever hardening dick sooner or later it wasn’t the ropes that would end up somewhere.

So with a still bra clad nipple pinched between each index finger and thumb. Wiggling ass thrust against my crotch I asked if she could feel the difference. She Purred and pressed into me a little more. You see this is the moment where had someone not decided to keep their shorts on it would have been game over. Rope? What Rope? But since she had I just took a hold of the chest harness gave it a little tug and started untying it unclipping her bar in the process.

Bare breasts, warm flesh, and I’d bet wet panties I turned her to face me, pulled her close and slowly assed every single inch of that rope over her body as I found the middle again and decided to take a slightly different path than I had intended heading into the corselet tie. There’s a great video on the two knotty boys site showing how it’s done and it’s also in their second book. Three things I learned on this one. First 6mm was way too thin to have the visual effect I wanted both in the wraps around her torso and in the knot above the those beautiful breast and glistening nipples. Which leads me to my second point; there is something really special about mixing one moaning sex pot, the smell of hemp rope, and an erect nipple between your teeth that you just might be flicking with your tongue the same time.

Hardcore bondage this was not, damn hot foreplay however is always fine by me so with the two of us lingering with this tie on while we distracted each other just a little eventually I decided it was time for the current set of strings to come off and after admiring the beautiful lines they had left on her skin I went digging into the rope bag for a niche big thick long piece of white mfp. I how think? Well I don’t know for sure. Let’s just say I went back the afore mentioned princess’ comment about girth and this one was damn thick.

Off I went again mixing my tying with fondling, nibbling and pinching at one point having her hold the ropes in her teeth while helping a few parts of her anatomy with my hands and mouth before finishing up the tie. I did get lazy for a second tying an over hand knot at the top of her breasts but quickly undid it and went to the double coin knot to finish up.

Leaving everything in place I helped her out of her shorts as she moved her hips from side to side but left a pair of thin powder blue string bikini panties on her. After all this was to answer an important question and I had so much more planned. So on to the consequences tie which frankly I had never done before. In no way am I an innovator so I studied hard before trying this one and while not everything was as neat and perfect as I imagined going in it worked just fine and my natural inclination to swat her on the ass added a little extra dimension to it. With everything in place and the Blonde at this point well bound I decided to give her a smack or two, each time she moved her legs it added or released the tension on the rope that was run right between the center of her legs. It gave me the idea to use this on someone during a long spanking at some point to see how it worked. Volunteers are welcome! The Blonde isn’t the type to ever tell my “hey come here and smack my ass a little extra would you” not that she needs to either that part of her gets plenty of attention from me both wicked and very nice.

With a little pink in her cheeks, a moist rope on her clit and parting her lips I just enjoyed the site for a few minutes before removing the ropes. At this point science was about to be abandoned and I was about to move on to more carnal desires but with so much rope on hand no need to leave it out.

So a few moments later my partner found herself on her knees on a very solid chair with nice thick arms. Almost there so binding her legs at the knee on each side of the chair with lower back arched so beautifully, ass pushed out I took a moment to add a modified single column tie to bound both of her arms to the corresponding chair arm. Then tie off the still on corselet on her upper body I tied above and below the double coin knot to keep her upper body downward. Was it tecxt book, nope. But it did what I needed safely and securely Now came a little play time. Those lovely d cups just hanging there looked like they were begging for a set of tight clamps that were met with a little whimper and then a series of moans as I continued to toy with them.

Add some teasing with a vibe over the panties but all over her clit had her ass wiggling as I stood to the side and watch playing with varying amounts of pressure and toy speed getting her so far along before taking it away and adding a few crisp smacks. Then beginning again, tied and teased would be a very fitting description but she didn’t seem to mind “suffering”.

One shouldn’t play with rope without a set of EMT shears near by and we observed that rule. You never know when you might need to cut your partner loose suddenly. They also come in very handy for putting a little cold metal against nice warm red skin and eventually nipping a little hole in the back of her panties to allow access to whatever might suit your purpose at that moment.

As each little snip happened one after another eventually leaving her fully exposed to me all other resolve was lost. The rest I’ll leave to your imagination because neither of us or our toy bags are telling.

Outro The Chesty Blonde

Well hello again! I’d have been back sooner but I’m still a little tied up. I’m not sure we’ve answered anything but it sure was fun trying. Like what you’ve heard ? Well then be sure to subscribe. We’re in all your favorite podcast directories and even in the podcast section of I tunes under Malflic. Then run off hurry up and tell all your kinky friends about us too! Have an idea or opinion drop us a line at show at malflic.com.

As always thanks for listening to Exercising my demons and until next time have fun being sexy & adventurous. I’m off to wiggle loose so I can stop him from putting suspension hardware in our bedroom Ceiling. This Chesty Blonde has no intention of flying!

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