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the ties that bind, part the second

Right.  Picking up from where I left off on yesterday, I continued chatting with some folks and eating cheese puffs.  I probably consumed over half the platter of cheese puffs alone.  Then we gathered around the perimeter of the lounge as someone got out a shop vac and a giant balloon.  Apparently Mina was going inside said balloon.  It was highly amusing watching this whole process, and then a friend of hers joined her inside, and clothes started coming off.  I took a couple photos (yes, I brought my D60 with me, took tons of pictures of the Museum of Sex too) of Mina dancing around inside the balloon, but after the second girl went in, I think I just kind of ogled at them for awhile.  Oops!

Conversation started picking up again, with the giant balloon-encased girls as the centerpiece for the lounge.  Then the original person who set the thing up duct-taped the shop vac to the balloon, and warned us that there was going to be a loud pop.  Everyone scurried away from the expanding balloon, fingers in ears.  I tried to grab my camera, but it popped before I could get it out of my purse.  Ah, well.

So by this time I was getting a little restless, not sure what was going to happen.  I went over to the snack table, but there was no more food left.  Then Dov, the Shibari rigger that Mina had told me about, came over to look for food too.  I commented about the empty plates, then introduced myself.  We talked for a bit, but I still couldn’t ask.  Damn my shyness!  I ended up getting to know one guy there really well, who seemed especially interested about my own experiences and philosophy on kink in relationships.  We had some good discussion (as good as one can have with loud bar music thudding in the background) about whether kink can truly be introduced to someone who’s “vanilla.”  I also found out that he is a swinger, which I found fascinating.  Not as fascinated with the persistent strobe light above that made me grateful I wasn’t epileptic.

From where we were sitting we could see Dov starting to tie Mina up, so I perked up and took a couple shots with my camera, then concentrated on the chest harness being tied.  It seemed pretty similar to the one I’d learned (or rather, been tied up in) at Bound in Boston.  Once Mina was bound and being attended to by others, I made a passing comment to the guy I was with about whether he would want to tie me up.  He offered to ask for me, and soon Dov was beckoning me over.

Talk about the biggest fucking highlight of that night.  After looking me over and having me hold my arms behind my back in a few positions, Dov opted to do the same sort of chest harness with me, with my hands folded behind and touching opposite elbows.  I just stood there and let him do his thing, enjoying the slither of rope across my body.  I turned a little inward in the process, though a few times I looked over to see what shenanigans Mina was getting up to.  She looked like she was enjoying herself thoroughly in the chest harness.

I was soon all tied up, and of course the first thing that I thought was, I wonder if I can get out of this tie.  I asked permission from Dov to try and get out (heh, I was already basking in his dominant aura, I guess), and wriggled until my hands slid free of their bindings.  With my arms free, it wasn’t hard getting a few of the loops of rope free, but I was stuck with the knots of rope higher up my back.  Dov helped me get untied, untangled his hemp, and told me he would try something else.  This time my arms were straight out behind me, palms touching, and he made loops of rope cuffs up the arms (as near as I can tell given that there were no mirrors), and then just as I was relaxing into the process again, he bent down, slid the rope between my legs, straightened up, and pulled up on the rope.  I jumped in surprise, which made him laugh, and he pulled the rope around and made a corresponding loop around my other leg.

He pulled the crotch ropes tight, attached them to my wrists, and pulled down.  My back arched and I squealed again.  My shoulders strained back, and my knees bent from weakness as the rope pressed the crease of my jeans right up between my legs.  It was either straighten up and increase the pressure on the rope, or keep my back arched.  I could feel my face start to flush, and was glad for the noise in the bar and the dim lighting to cover that and my shallow breathing.  Dov finished off the tie, stood back, and just grinned.

This is when it got interesting.  I felt something come loose inside, something that had been holding me back.  Suddenly, inexplicably, I felt…playful.  Partially it was Dov, egging me to try and get out of this tie.  I twisted and turned, trying to loosen the ropes around my wrists.  To make things easier for me, Dov started tickling me, and I jumped away, still trying to get my hands free.  As I struggled, I saw him take one of the few balloons that had escaped death by humping, pop it, and take the ribbon in his hands.  He stalked me around the lounge as I scuttled around, and when I tried to get past him he grabbed me by my ponytail, which brought me to a halt.

In a fluid movement he had the balloon ribbon in my hairtie and pulled it down until I was on my knees.  I wriggled around, though at this point it was mostly just a front.  I was in heaven.  Then he started tickling me again, and I jerked away, rolling around on the floor.  All inhibition was gone.  We were all laughing, and I was still trying to get myself free.  At this point though, my hands were getting pins and needles, probably due to the knots tightening from all the movement.  Dov slid a few ropes lower down my arms to relieve some of the pressure, checking to make sure I could still squeeze his hand.  I learned that as long as I could do that, I would be okay.

While he adjusted the ropes, he took a piece of extra nylon rope off the seat and looped it around my knee.  I discovered that I was quickly losing a lot of free movement of my body.  I might have let out an indignant “Hey!” but he wasn’t fooled.  I worked my way out of the ropes around one knee before he could get to both, but at this point I was losing hope of getting free.  I finally admitted defeat, and he untied me.

As I worked the pins and needles out of my hands, the friend who’d asked Dov to tie me came up and showed me what he’d been working on – a noose made from one of the free pieces of rope floating around.  He put it around my wrist and showed how it tightened as I pulled.  Dov showed him a lark’s head loop, which he put around my other wrist.  I heard him tell my friend, “You go this way, I’ll go that way” and they tried to get my hands behind my back again.  I resisted, they tickled, and we somehow ended up on the floor again, a mess of rope around my body.

We got sorted out, but not before more tickle torturing from them, and I was exhausted and flushed by the time I was untangled again.  We all chatted for a bit, then moved over to check in on Mina.  Dov and I talked for a bit more, I talked with my friend a bit more, though I was getting sleepy.  My friend had me lie on my stomach and gave me a long, luxurious massage.  Afterwards, we watched a bit of the show being put on at the front of the bar, before Mina came to say she was ready to head out.

I gladly left with her and another friend who was also staying over, ready to pass out on the floor of her place.  That happened 2 hours later, after we talked more in her room and I listened in awe at all the events they’d attended.  Summer Camp?  Winter Fire?  TES Fest?

I am so hooked.

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  1. December 22, 2009 at 6:07 pm

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