I haven't gotten very far with my rope lately, well I haven't gotten very far with this blog either. I guess for right now the two sort of go together, since it is a blog about rope.  Well until I get back to the rope I will share a little story.

My husband travels for work from time to time.  At the time of this story he had to be in Ohio for two weeks.  Thankfully he was able to come home for the weekend in between, but him being here for two days, i didn't want to get too comfortable with him being here, because I knew he was just turning around and going away again Monday morning.  The second weekend when he was going to be home for a while I was pretty excited. So I stopped by Fredrick's of Hollywood and picked up a corset. I like corsets.  this one has a full row of hooks and eyes up the front and laces up the back.  Putting it on is foreplay in itself.  getting it tied by myself makes me channel my inner contortionist, and getting someone else to tie it, well that's fun too, I once had a friend put her foot in my back and pull it Scarlet O'Hara style.  that was a turn on, but I digress. 

Shortly after i bought the corset I was at walmart getting the usual mundane stuff that one gets at walmart when I happened upon a scarf that matched the corset. It was a long skinny scarf, about two inches wide, and 3-4 feet long. I wasn't sure what I was going to do with it, but i brought it home with me.  hell it was walmart, i couldn't have spent more than $9.99 on it.  well actually I went home with two lol

The scarves have become my go to ties. One happened to be out the other night, and my husband took it upon himself to tie my hands behind my back. I wasn't so much surprised that he tied me, as I was that he wouldn't untie me when i asked ( I was starting to get a crook in my neck.)  

I've been tied before, but usually under my terms. It's something I ask for, request, and can usually wiggle out of, untie myself. yeah not that night. I wasn't in control. lets see where this goes.

I've been thinking a lot about submission over the last couple of days.  In fleeting moments while brushing my teeth, or sitting at a red light, I ponder what it means to me.
For me the rope isn't about sex. It's about art.  But it's more about trust. It takes a special relationship with someone to be able to walk up to them and say "Hey I want you to tie me up" well at least for me it does.  I've always had control issues.  Maybe it comes from being the baby of the family, the youngest of my parents kids and the youngest of my grandmother's grandchildren. People were always telling me what to do.  It made me very head strong. 

But as fascinated as I am about the rope, we still haven't gotten around to actually tying each other.  I guess I'm not ready to submit (be tied) and he's not ready to submit (partake in an activity that he isn't all that interested in). 

So how do we make that leap?  I haven't figured it out yet.  Do I take the aggressive route?

I started this blog at the end of last month, I still haven't figured out what what submission means.  I guess that is why life is a journey. 

I'm sure one of the first thing that most people do when they start a blog is to give their friends and family the link so they can follow along.

not me

It's not that there aren't plenty of people out there who don't know that my life is far from vanilla.  It would be easy to start a blog, invite my swirl friends and talk about my interest in rope and fetish in general.

But that isn't the case here.
1) because i don't mind blogging to myself.  It's more important to get the words out, than it is for anyone to read them
2) because about this time last year my non vanilla life came to a fork in the road.  I was really ready to take a vanilla path.

I still don't know who the audience is for this blog, so I will spare everyone the gory details.  But I will say this, that decision not to take the vanilla path has lead me to an unexpected less vanilla path than the one I was on.  As fun as this path is, it's exciting in a way that riding a roller coaster blindfolded is.

On a roller coaster, you know there are certain rules, you know that hundreds, maybe thousands of people have ridden that ride, gotten off and gone on with their lives, it's perfectly safe, but it still scares the crap out of you. 

So if you wonder why I speak in generalities, it is because I know I am on a path, I don't know where I am going.  I

babydolls and apple pie

I haven't posted anything in a while, I guess I've been too busy living life to blog it properly.  I haven't even gotten a chance to play with my rope.  I guess I will get back to that this week.  Here are some snip-its of the last couple of weeks. 

A friend of mine hosted a golf outing for a bunch of friends. I didn't golf, but I did meet the group for lunch.  I wore a cute little pair of shorts (I never show my legs) and a halter top.  I intentionally tied my halter top with the coin knot I used as the picture in an earlier blog.  Hubby was at first excited that I left the house with so little clothes on, then intrigued by my choice of knot.  I don't think anyone else noticed to knot, my hair covered it.  But there is nothing like knowing that as a couple you share a secret that the other 15 people at the table don't know. 

My kids were at their grandparents house for spring break. It gave my husband and I some time to do things that we don't usually get to do when they are underfoot.  I think the highlight would be have to be the evenings we spent half naked and eating complete junk for dinner. one of them I went as far as to make fried apple pies, wearing nothing but a babydoll. 

See hubby and I's relationship has never been traditional. Everyone always says that you should be friends before you become intimate. but to be perfectly honest with you we were fuck buddies.  and 17 years latter we are still together.

okay, let me log off and work on another knot.