Happy New Year in March

2104 wow what a year and it's only March.  Before I go into any detail I have a quick disclaimer.  This is my first attempt to blog from my phone. I love this phone for social media and streaming video but typing isn't one of its strong points. So back to 2104, after a lot of soul searching in 2103 I've decided that this year will be all about happiness. I've made some changes but for today I'm going to talk about one.  I've gotten in some serious rope time this year.

The goal is to learn by experience.  Talk to them and let them show me what it is they love about rope.  I've done suspensions in publIc, got little practice around a group of frIends and gotten some intimate sensual rope time as well.  Each experience has been different, but thrilling in its own way. I'm sure someone is going to read this and wonder which was my favorite. Anyone who knows me knows I'm unlikely to answer that question but I will say that for now just feeling the rope against my skin makes me happy.

So  a week ago I was back in the club, watching the same guy do a suspension. The first one was amazing she was holding her ankles behind her back with her wrists tied to the ankles. The kicker being her tied also by her hair and him using that rope to swing her.

After he let her down I approached him. Huge step for me. (I don't talk to strangers but that is a completely different blog.)  He said yes he would love to tie me but there were already two people ahead of me. I thanked him and sat back and watched his next piece of art.

The first tie was amazing in a rough sex kind of way, the second was more passionate. He would take a moment to reassure her, a whisper in the ear a stroke of the hair.  As much as I was enjoying the rope I wanted to know what he was saying to her. 

From the outside looking in kink looks like it's about pain and abuse. But there is always some connection even in the arms of a stranger.

About a year ago I was at a club and they were doing rope suspensions. I was intrigued, and I was amazed, but the introvert in me kept me from participating. 

Over the next six months I though about going back but  hesitated.  I'm not one to go places by myself and I had two choices of who I wanted to take with me. One person would have stayed right by my side the entire time, just out of arms reach watching taking in the whole process. The other is the one I wanted to share the experience with doesn't have the attention span to share the entire experience. I'm sure he would come around and check on me but that isn't what I want. I need a partner that is as interested in it as I am. A rope buddy someone to learn with, someone to practice with.

I think that is the next step finding a rope buddy.

Where has the time gone?  All I can say is that I got distracted. I won't go into details but i will say there is a girl i knew a couple of years ago and it's time to get to know her again.

I'm trying to work up the nerve to go to a rope demo tomorrow night.
I say work up the nerve not because it's rope, but because the introvert in me doesn't venture out by myself very often and my husband is out of town.

Even if I don't make it out tomorrow I'm sure I'll get lots of rope time in over the next couple of weeks.

Now where did I leave that practice rope.

spring has spung

I live just outside of Atlanta, but like most people here, I didn't grow up here. I'm from the northeast.  A place with real seasons. When it's winter you know it's winter. very cold very dreary, no sun. When it's fall you know it's fall, the changing of the leaves are amazing.  Summer, you can actually leave the house without a coat, or thinking about if you need a coat, and spring, well spring is like a burlesque dancer, teasing you with a little sunshine, before it takes and back and sends snow again.

Georgia, not so much.  here we have mist, pollen, hot, supper hot and fall.   but there is this window of time (hot on the previous list) where the weather is wonderful, the pollen has gone so you can breathe, and the mosquitos  aren't so bad that you can leave the house without coating yourself in bug spray, or calamine lotion when you get home.  that month is may.  I would love may in Georgia if the kids weren't so drat busy.  when it comes time to wrap up the end of the kidss school year and every group organization tries to have a gathering.  (think Christmas parties, but with bbq instead of egg nog.)

so May in georgia is chaos, not to mention my daughter's birthday in the mix, and college reunion activities (which i missed again). 

well usually i celebrate the end of the chaos with a few weeks out of town to visit my parents.  in past years i've taken a few weeks, packed up the kids and gone out of town.  while i still have the responsibility  of making sure my kids eat everyday, it's a vacation of sorts because I have my parents to spoil me.
well since i started working 6 months ago, I don't have 3 weeks to pack up and leave town.  but my parents have graciously offered to take the kids for a similar period of time.

so here is my plan.  I fully intend to use these weeks to spend some serious time with my rope, and to spend some time cultivating the secondary relationship i've been invoved with for the last few months. I can't say that i will be posting anymore frequently than i have been for the last month or so, but know that i will be living life to the fullest. 
here's to good times, no pollen  and lots of sex

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.