Our Early Adventures Into Rope Bondage!

Surprise! This has been sitting in drafts for a while, so you get one post before we leave on our vacation.

So today I am going to write about rope! Rope is not something James and I have explored very much at this point (we have been too busy with chains!), so these are some of our very early attempts and our thoughts on them!

This one is called a wrap and cinch double column. I think it is going to become out new go-to wrist tie. This is the first one we tried, and it was quite an adventure figuring out the directions! Our rope is a long one, which makes it a bit of a hassle, but that will probably be less of a big deal as we practice more. I have to say, I love the way the layers of rope look. Yum.

Hobble tie! This one was a lot of fun. Similar enough to the wrap and cinch that it was pretty simple to do. The most difficult part was deciding how much space to allow for the middle section. Again, more practice will help with that.




Now, this is the most exciting one! I have it on a PDF on my phone, so I can't link it, but this one is called dragonfly sleeve. I tried it out on James and then he had to upstage me - apparently shoulder flexibility on the part of the person being tied is important! I got some tingly-asleep fingers from this one, so it wasn't on for long (we took it off immediately after tingly fingers started happening). Getting even pressure on all the single lines was remarkably difficult - some were too loose, others too tight. I think fitting in more knots and lines, in addition to having more consistent pressure on them will help with tingles.

Until next time!

-Savanna

Hiatus Due to (non-sexy) Adventuring!

James and I have a big vacation coming up! We are leaving Friday (today) and will be gone for about two weeks. We have not forgotten about this blog! Just been crazy busy with packing and planning. Its our first overseas trip, so it has all been very exciting and nerveracking.

When we get back, we will resume posting our kinky adventures!

- Savanna

Mine

When I put your collar on, you’ll be my filthy, depraved little slut. You’ll do anything, everything, that I fucking want you to. You’ll take my cock however I say, whenever I say, because I say it. Because you’re mine, and you know it; you’re mine alone.

You’ll be able to do all of this because at the core or it, you know me and trust me. You’ll be mine, and can be mine again and again, because you know I would never betray that trust. It’s unique and shared between the two of us.

When I wrap my arms around you to take off your clothes, these thoughts will run through your head. I’ll strip off your clothes and leave you exposed, naked to the world. Cool air making little bumps across your skin. You’ll breathe faster, knowing my eyes are on you, as I circle around you, predatory. You’ll keep your eyes downcast, as they should be, as is right. Because you’re mine and you love it.

When I ask you a question, you’ll respond promptly, to the point, with the touch of meekness you know I like to hear. You’ll make your surprised sounds as my fingers explore, as they violate your body. You’ll beg.

You’ll wish to the innermost core of yourself that I’ll fuck you. That I’ll shove my cock inside your wet, slutty, submissive little pussy and mold you around it like putty. Maybe if you’re good, and if you’re lucky, I will.

You’ll get off thinking about what a filthy whore you are for me. What a perfect little piece of ass you are. What a good, obedient slut you can be for me. Thinking about it, you’ll be more aroused. More needy. You’ll be lost in those circular thoughts as you feel my hands roaming over your body. Owning you. This is what you’re good for: being used, doing what you’re told, and pleasing me.

Watching you, lost in your own world as I whisper disgusting, delicious things into your ear, is fucking hot. I’ll test and prod, using different words and different methods, watching as you drive yourself mad with your own mind. I’ll trace my fingers over your chest… your ass… your hips and neck…

I’ll tap you lightly at first, a hand landing softly on one cheek of your ass. You’ll be surprised at it, but that only lasts a moment. Then I’ll feel you press your ass closer to me, swaying it slowly from side to side the way you know I like, silently hoping for another testing swat. You’ll want it so bad, to feel my hand again on your ass. To hear the soft hiss as it passes through the air and then the sharp slap of it against your taut skin. You’ll hear and feel it soon, as though driving home everything I’ve been telling you. Again… and again...

The sounds you make when I spank you… the gasping moaning mess you become… is delicious. I feel you shiver under my hands, repeating phrases and telling me what’s going on in your head. Your mind, I have to say, is a delightful place. When your words come broken by panting and whining, I know you’re getting ready.

As my good, fuckable, obedient little slut, it’s only proper that I regularly reduce you to a loose pile of fucked, sweaty, tangled limbs. Proper, and lots of fun.

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When we’re done, I’ll take off your collar. I’ll hold you and whisper reassurances as you come back to earth. You’ll cling to me as though I were the only thing in the world.

I know you better than I know anyone else. Yours are the bright eyes that I see behind my closed eyelids. Yours is the smooth skin that I feel in blind memory. I depend on you, and I trust you, more than anyone else.

You still surprise me, even with our thousand whispered closenesses. You still make me smile, even with all the palpable silences we’ve suffered. Alone and together. We’ve spent almost every day together, and I can’t think of a single person on this planet I would rather say that of.

When I say that I love you, I don’t mean that I love an idea of you, or a fictitious ideal. I mean that I love you. On your good days and bad days. I love you when you’re a rotten bitch and I love you when you’re a brilliant, beautiful genius. I love you when I’m a fucking asshole, when I’m wrong and you’re right and I just don’t get it. I love you when your hair is lank on your face, sweat on your forehead, sniffles wracking your body because they haven’t stopped for days. You’re beautiful even on those days, and I love you.

Playing with you, the way we do, I get to love you another way. I get to love the secret you, that you only share with me. I get to love the vulnerable, sweetly passionate you that only unfolds when we’re together and alone. I get to peel away the shared parts of you and leave you resplendent and exposed, reflecting a secret, hidden light. It’s beautiful, and it’s mine alone.

-J 

Farther than the Door

Your panties are still bunched in the corner, by the door. Delicate, lacy lines, designed to compliment your curves, fold over one another in a loose, tangled pile on the floor.

If they could speak, they could tell of how I greeted you at the door when you came home. They could record the rising rate of you pulse, and how you got wet when I kissed you before the door was even fully closed. They would remember how smooth your legs were under my hands when I gripped your panties firmly and slipped them off. They were lost in the dark, and I was more concerned with the eager sounds coming from you, low in your throat.

If they could see, they would have watched the two of us, pressed together, braced against the wall. They could see the way my fingernails drew pink lines across your skin, and the look that crossed your face at the feel of them. They could describe the way your back arched against me as I pressed into you, your delicious curves flexing back on me, the two of us still feet from the door. Lying in the languid shadow we shared, your panties had quite the view, at least until we moved to the bedroom.

Your panties couldn’t hear the sounds that we made there together though. They missed your sighs and needy moans, escalating to excited whining and desperate, panting gasps. They missed my low groaning curses and growls. They missed the sounds we both made against the walls and the creaking of the bed.

They remained where I left them, and never made it much farther than the door.

-J 

Unbound

 

"I like it when you tie me up. And I like it when you free me."

Playing with Chains

The first item on my BDSM to-buy list was chain.

I feel maybe this was a slightly unconventional way to start. Maybe it came about partially because I appreciate the fantasy element and symbolism of a damsel in chains. James and I went to the hardware store and I asked him to have the lengths cut and to make the purchase while I wandered elsewhere - there was no way I could handle being asked about it. It's good I left, too, because people were curious. We got rope at the same time, but we didn't touch that until recently. No, it was the chains we used.

We have two each of two, three and five foot lengths, plus a bunch of double-sided snap hooks. The whole setup cost us less than 40 dollars. We keep them in a plastic shoebox, which is pleasantly heavy for its size - not surprising, considering its contents. Opening the lid reveals shining metal links and smooth black leather - an appealing combination.

They are remarkably easy to use, especially for a beginner - just clip them wherever you want them. You can clip them to cuffs or a collar, wrap them around limbs and body, or loop and clip them around furniture. They are quick and easy to snap into place, and can be adjusted with ease just by moving the clip over a link or two. The learning curve is gentle - you don't have to look up knots and manage large amounts of rope. If something goes wrong, the chains can  be off in seconds without needing safety scissors.
 
Chains are lovely in a more artistic sense as well. You can connect them in odd places, creating erratic...erotic...lines over skin. You can change the pattern as much as you want, however radically you want, with just a few simple clips. They form a beautiful, terrible, tangled mess of links that, for all its complication, is easy to change and remove when you are ready for the next part of your play. While they aren't nearly as tight and secure as rope, escape is not usually on my mind.

Their sound is hypnotic. Hearing the clink of them when my eyes are covered. Imagining James holding them, moving them, finding the clips and planning what to do with the chains and with my body. Hearing the rattle and soft thump as they fall to a heap on the bed, wondering how they will be used, and when I will feel them brush against my skin.
The links of the chain are smooth as they pull across my skin. They are heavy and hard and my flesh yields as they pull against me, my skin molding against the metal. They are always cold. I flinch and my skin quivers as they touch me, whether they are wrapped around me or slowly coiled in a shiny, cold pile on my belly. It's cool and lovely in the summer, but in the winter I sometimes lay under a blanket while the chill of the chains permeates my body. Waiting for my body to heat them and itself. Sometimes we place them in front of a heater beforehand, or wrap them in a blanket and put them in the bed with us. Then they are warm, and I can be exposed entirely to the chill air...and my Sir's eyes.

They weigh heavy on my limbs and body. The physical weight enforces the psychological lethargy that comes with being submissive. "I'll only move if you want me to." Sometimes he attaches the chains to the rings on my collar, and the weight of them on my neck and shoulders reminds me that I am his. Or perhaps they are attached to my wrist cuffs, weighing my normally busy, frisky hands down. Or across my neck, chest, and back as I press my face into the sheets and feel His big, warm hands brushing along my backside, such a welcome contrast to the cold, smooth links He uses to keep me bound.

-S

Hobble Tie

"You're not going anywhere."

Following Lace

You walk... no... You saunter into the room, and I can see it in the way you carry yourself. Each languid step, shifting from one side to the other. Your hips move, liquid sex dripping hot down the curved slope of a wine glass. You’re being deliberate, and you like the way my gaze makes you feel.

My eyes flow down your side as you pass in profile, resting briefly on your hip bone as it rolls toward me. A gentle crest beneath your silk-smooth skin, slightly rounded into a perfect handle and all mine. You grin up at me, wearing just that innocent smile and some barely-there lingerie.

I pause to appreciate the lace arcing over your slow-swinging hips, wrapped around your waist the way my hands will soon be, containing the taut sweet dream of your body. It traces above your hip and goes back... I struggle to follow it, but you're taking another step and I lose my train of thought.

Your leg bends, raising a foot forward as you swing a hip into turning, and you're teasing me, reveling in it, and a surge of frustration courses through me. Before I voice a word, you turn around. My eyes trace the line of your lace thong as you pivot. They follow the thong across your side, and my breath catches as your ass comes into full view. 

Delicious, full swelling curves overwhelm me, and I drown in sensation as time coasts by. The lace drips down,  sinful and sweet into the cleft of your ass like a pale moth into a flame, and I follow it toward you.

I don’t think of moving, but then I’m holding you, facing me, as my mind works to deal with a rush of primitive urges. My hands dig into the flesh of your ass, pulling it toward me, pulling you against me. I want to rip you apart, to taste you, to feel you against me a thousand thousand times. I marvel at the smoothness of you again, the way the flesh of your ass yields under my fingertips and the way it presses back. 

You make a sound--something close to a whimper and close to a gasp--and it urges me on like a siren’s call. I take your hip, spinning you around and grinding into you as you turn before pressing myself against your ass. I let the sensation wash over me; the ripe fullness of your ass presses against my pelvis. You’re on your toes now, struggling to keep your ass pushed against me as hard as you can.

I rock you back and forth, rolling you against me and losing myself if the feel of you for an eternity that lasts just a few seconds.

Then I push you away, hard toward the bed. As you stumble forward, bending slightly, I watch the curves of you stretch and flex: beauty and raw lust mingled together.

Your ass begs me to take it, to own it, to press myself against it as I fuck you out of your mind. It begs me to sink my teeth into it and dig my fingers in. The testosterone-fueled reptile brain at the back of my mind tells me that you’re just a fuck toy; that there is nothing beyond that ass. I recognize the sentiment--oversimplified and far too limited--and push it aside, moving beyond that primal haze and focusing on the girl in front of me as you roll over on the bed. I see the full sloping curves of you and your brilliant, sparkling eyes, inviting me to follow you as you bounce onto the bed.

You start to rise, but I move down to you and flip you over, pushing you back down into the sheets. I put a hand on the back of your neck when you try to rise and you whine back at me, needy. My other hand cups one cheek of your ass; I’m still hypnotized by the way it fills my spread fingers so perfectly. I draw the hand back and your breathing stops for a heartbeat--anticipating--then swing my palm smoothly back down to spank you flatly across one full cheek. I hear an excited gasp and know that I’m not the only one getting exactly what I want.

I don’t need to hold you against the bed--you know what to do and arch your back to give me more access to the curved addiction in front of me, and I grab a rough handful of you. Your skin sings under my fingertips as I land more open-handed strikes on your ass; they leave faded pink marks like the glow of a ripening fruit. 

You walked in hoping for this, I realize as you look back at me over your shoulder, and the thought of it makes me harder as realize just how lucky I am. Grinning back at you, I start to loosen my belt.

- J 

Hello Fellow Kinksters!

Hello everyone! My name is Savanna, and I am running this blog with my boyfriend of two years, James.

Now, as you may have noticed this is a BDSM blog. We are not practiced BDSMers - much the opposite, in fact! This blog will chronicle our adventures - and misadventures - as we explore the world of kink. We will try stuff and report on our success (or failure), share interesting new discoveries, and indulge in the occasional rant.

Everyone's got to start somewhere, right? At some point, it came to light that vanilla sex just wasn't doing it for me anymore - I enjoyed sex, but found it boring in its same-ness. For a long time (years I think) I stuck with internal debate and subtly trying to make my sex life better while keeping my potential kinkiness strictly to myself. This was a terrible idea.

Finally I broke down and asked James to try some new things. It's been mostly trial and error - learning what we do and don't like, and how in the world to make BDSM happen when we both don't know what we are doing and have crazy busy schedules. Not to mention that James is a nice, nerdy guy with NO previous exposure to kink, and he needed some time and effort to wrap his brain around the fact that I wanted to be spanked and called names. (Something he managed quite well!) We are getting into the swing of things now, and thought it would be fun to record and share our thoughts and adventures.

Expect a post soon from James on the fantastic-ness of my ass. :P

-S