Overdue Play Time

I had to travel for business to California so I was gone for a week. While gone, I did have some fun one night at the local dungeon. It was a rope class and I tied up a very knowledgeable rope bottom. Many thanks to her! I learned some things.

I got back to Pittsburgh, waited for my checked bags and then had the fun of struggling through snow that was several inches deep to my not easily found snow covered white car. I made it. This all happened while I was texting a playmate.

I told her that as soon I as got half way home, I would contact her. I needed to get to car washed to get the snow off the car and to the Post Office to pick up my overflowing mail.

The plan seemed simple. Pick up my rope bottom, cuddle and watch a movie and play at some point. Well, if there is one thing that is constant in my life, don't fool with Mother Nature. Cars were getting stuck. Travel was slow. Long story short, I picked her up and everything was closed and the cold was really working on both of us.

We crashed early.

In the morning, the world was much brighter and my new apartment is wonderfully warm when needed to be. I teased her about stretching exercises.

She had taken a bubble bath and had two soft towels wrapped around her on the couch. I tied her ankles and her knees together. After that I tied each wrist to the respective ankle.

She couldn't really complain when I removed the towels. Each wrist rope was pretty long and connected to the ankles, I simply pulled both ropes up and over her body. In a brief moment, she was stretching, legs pointed toward the ceiling over her head tied to the couch leg behind her. It was delicious running my fingers up and down those long legs.

With her tied off, I did some wonderful exploring. She got pretty noisy so a nice cute red ball gag came out. The rest is just pure fun.

I am very happy to be back home!

Outdoor Bondage, Photography and Newbie Rope

A few weeks back my wonderful new friend and rope bottom suggested in a persuasive manner to come and take pictures of her. She works as a fetish bondage model so that was a bit intimidating but I said to myself "why not?".

I took a weekday off from work saying "I was helping move someone", grabbed my rope bag, my non-SLR camera and went off to see her. I had spent time with my new camera but I was still nervous and I am a new rope top. I tried to keep an even keel between excitement, nervousness, the erotic part of this and keeping communication open with my friend. It was difficult.

We switched to her car and drove to her parent's farm. I got introduced to the dogs and cats which greeted us and then proceeded to walk around looking for spots to use for taking rope pictures. While I did this, my sexy rope model went off to change into boots, jeans and shirt.

I found 3 or 4 spots. I didn't know what I was doing in a sense but I had taking enough photography classes to know the basics.

The challenges in this were several. It was cold. We were both nervous somewhat. My rope confidence and skill was okay. My picture taking confidence was less then okay. With all this, it was a surprise that the combination was even attempted.

We did attempt and it was a great learning experience. As expected, it isn't really play. One is redoing ropes to make them look good or realizing that clothes got in the way or something else. There is significant patience on the model part and she was already cold.

I did some playing to relax us both and to warm her up. It helped. Alas when I got my first shots in, my incomplete knowledge and skill working with the camera started to get to me. I wanted to adjust the aperture size so I could blur the background and make other changes. It was so so frustrating.

One of the initial poses I really enjoyed was a double column tie on her hands which I redid and redid until it looked good. I loved pulling her arms behind her and tying her arms behind her and then tying her waist so she couldn't do much.

At this point I was taking pictures, undressing her, teasing her and doing other wonderful things. The cold seem to fade away for a brief moment.

I tried to take other pictures that seem to fit the moment and this is when the camera started to frustrate me. I wasn't going to run off leaving her to find a manual for it and read up. It was time to move on. Of course, I didn't untie her hands.

As we were walking back to the her car where my rope bag was, I spied a wonderful ladder. I love ladders for bondage scenes since you can do so many wicked things with them. This includes exploiting the bottoms own weight and awkwardness in relation to the ladder. Yum yum.

I had attached a clover clamp to one of her nipples and in a short moment she was pressed against the cold metal that loved to absorb heat. I looped the clamp's chain around a run and attached it to the other nipple. If she moved back, the clamps would pull on her tender nipples. If she moved forward, the cold metal would press against her warm exposed skin. While she struggled, I teased her and took pictures.

It was cold so it was very brief. I was getting worried. I undid the ropes, got her bundled up and shoved my rope bag together before getting her into the house. Didn't want cats or dogs marking with their scent  my rope bag or worst yet my ropes. We got into the house and warmed up.

She was cute even though she explained that she needed me to do some sanding for her. I rolled my eyes and said "okay". While she warmed up, I figured out how to use the sander. It wasn't a belt sander or any other type of high performance sander but a small little vibrating one. I used it on the door and had to really press it in hard to get the job even started. Definitely not easy but I got a layer of paint stripped or roughen so they could paint the door.

Ah but then it was time to play with pink MFP rope. Yum yum. My beautiful rope bottom would be a tree hugger. Joy joy!

I walked her back over to the tree I had picked out and started tying her up. Did I fail to mention that she was shortly topless in this cold breezy weather with lovely pink MFP rope tying her to to the tree? Oh I didn't? Ooops.

Well she wasn't too happy. I wasn't happy listening to her so I grabbed some rope and enjoyed the silence.

Of course this wasn't really play. It was too cold so I quickly undid her after taking a few pics. Covered her up and got her back into the house.

Picture taking for the moment was done. I was much happier. She was much happier now that she was warm. Ahhh such a wonderful thing. The ropes started flying again and I was laughing about how warm she would be!

In a short moment, she was frog tied in combination with the legs of a chair in one of the rooms of the house. The fun play had started. She was her normal bratty self pushing the ball gag out of her mouth, partially escaping, squirming and just have a total blast. She keeps teaching me how my sloppy ropes can be defeated and I keep learning new tricks.

We played for a long time, not sure how long until she had this bad look on her face. I got the gag off her and she wanted her hands free and the phone but didn't want to be completely freed. I looked around for the phone in confusion and finally found it. She called someone, asked some questions and then hung up. She  explained she was worried a family member would be coming home.

We were all smiles again and finished playing. What a wonderful way to start the day!

Private play date to practice rope and have fun...

There was wonderful girl I met and she obviously enjoyed rope. My skills are awkward as far as rope and other skills or whatever they are called when with another person in a close intimate way are stale.

We teased each other in text messages between cell phones during the day. After a while I was stumbling and blushing standing next to co-workers and trying to exit early from work.

I had decided a day or so before I would have some fun with a rope harness. I loved the way it touched all over the torso, neck and between the legs. I told her we needed a skirt and a black top. I did have one doubt about the thickness of the rope, mine was all 6mm.

I went and picked her up in the afternoon. I was concerned about her safety and perception of myself. We had talked some the night before about safe calls and so on. She gave me that sound of "yea yea I know" without saying it. I needed to do something and I finally felt better when I sent her my address on the way to picking her up.

She looked good but was a bit frazzled after school work that morning. She didn't have a black shirt so we dropped by a store and picked up one. The shoes sucked there so we skipped that. Off we went to my place...

After we got inside, I had her down to her bra and her hands roped and pulled over her head. I was learning too so I had redone her hands partially about five times trying to get the rope length in my head. The silly part was after I had it done and the other end around her waist, I realized I had to either cut her bra off or undo it. Another lesson learned!

She was shortly on the floor with her hands over head pulled down her back toward her crotch. I had roped her legs at the knees, frog tying her. I then went and got a toy or two to play with her. She was very very yummy and squirming so well. I loved it.

I couldn't resist moving her around like a puppet and keeping things active. It was wonderful fun and the sounds and expression on her face sent me to the moon. My my my I was grinning from ear to ear.

I slowed down the play, removing the ropes and then had her stand up. I worked a rope harness on her and then slipped in a remote egg. She put on the black shirt, her jeans and the rest of her clothes. We went out to dinner. It was wonderful chatting with her and watching her occasional eye closing and squirming. I loved watching this and occasionally pressing the remote to change what she felt.

We went to diner at a nice local restaurant -- it was one of the very few within a reasonbly short drive in my area. We ordered. Well I should say I ordered and she struggled to pick something. Oh it was so delicious watching her struggle knowing that rope was pulling and tugging as she moved and that egg was humming away. Of course, she didn't eat much *chuckles*.

The car was a quick stroll to get into. As she slid into the passenger's seat, she was squirming and shortly was grabbing at the remote. "No no" I was saying. I pulled the car out and got onto the road. Oh she was moaning and squirming so badly. It was joy to watch. I think the egg had been pushed out beyond the ropes and was just at the wrong place!

I couldn't resist pressing the buttons until she was really moving and teasingly telling her I was into orgasm denial. When we were half way to my home, I was getting pretty demanding since she was squirming all over the place. Alas, I can't tell you the rest.

By the way, this happened a few weeks ago. I am waiting on a much longer run of rope so I can do this much better the next time. *grins*

New York City Sex Blogger Calender Release 2010

This "release party"? Simple concept right? One shows up for drinks, meet and greet and maybe some party snacks or other little things like door prizes. My concept of a release party.

This four or so hour "party" turned into an event of sorts. Things to do before and after. It was amazing. My thanks to Tess and Diva and many others for totally breaking me of "my concept".

The fun and choices were difficult. I was annoyed at times that I couldn't be at two places at one time or live without food or sleep. I have no idea what I will do next time I go!

Audacia Ray's Sex Worker Literati

On Thursday night, we had drinks at Essex and then went to a reading at a wonderful placed called Happy End. It was Audacia Ray's Sex Worker Literati. It felt so good to back in New York City, drinking Black Russians, listening to interesting portions of readings all with intelligent and diverse people.

The only low light was the lingering disaster of what Rhode Island did to a sexual education center for silly zoning reasons and outlawing indoor prostitution. Sigh.

After the reading, we went to dinner. It was great being with Tess, Diva, Bad Bad Girl and many others. So cool, I forgot what I ordered. The night was a nice blur with wonderful smiles. I especially enjoyed Tess's company.

The next day at the hotel, the sleepy head smiles at the little breakfast area were wonderful. Amazing group of diverse people who made me think this is the way the world should be.

In a short amount of time, I was twittering about going shopping. Had to do something before the evening events and I *have* to shop in New York City. Pittsburgh sucks.

Shopping in New York City

Lo and behold I meet another amazing person, FireCatKitty. She is even more amazing to me personally since she deals with media and helps sex workers. I melted into a warm smiling space as I learned this hot looking Canadian woman handles important things that I can't handle.

We went off to Saks and looped upward through each floor. The clothes and shoes were wonderful but 10 times out of my price range. Eeep!

Our trail blazed into several other stores with her commenting on boots and me smiling since I have a boot fetish too. It was great to smile, laugh and talk about clothing and other things. I was enjoying myself.

We went to a H&M and I hit paydirt with a wonderful short sleeved black shirt. I was frustated when I discovered the problem of my size not being there. Since it was a chain store, maybe the other ones had it? We would see.

She picked up some items and an adorable hat. It really works when it is tilted back just right amount on that smiling head of hers. Damn she is sexy.

When we went to check out, there was some confusion about what payment method was allowed and her commenting about Canadian money being colored coded. I teased her later when she tried to pay for something making her doubt what denominations she was using. "Wrong color" he he.

We were compressed for time and I wanted to do some more shopping so I gave the guy my plastic. It was weird they didn't take cash in *that* line.

The rest of the shopping trip was a fun blur of stores, shoes and talking about many things and some secret sharing. There is nothing but respect and admiration (well she is a hot lady) in my heart for her.

There was one incident that she reminded me later of. She stopped as we walked and donated money. The tall young man working the the donation jar made comments about how beautiful she was and how I should be taking good care of her. It made me smile but I made it clear she was sexy and not mine. I lost track of how many colors of red she went through.

NYC Sex Blogger Party

We jumped in a cab to save time. Got our favorite story of clueless cab drivers not knowing where to go outside of Manhattan. Of course this was rush hour and a mess so getting to FireCatKitty's place in Brooklyn took a while and then another chunk of time to get back to my hotel.

I changed into black shirt, leather pants and my wickedly fun for me New Rock Boots, ordered a ride to the party and left.

Many things had been set up by the time I arrived. I went and talk various people asking to help and do things. Everyone looked great. The party slowly started to fill with people and I tried to help.

It was fun. At some point, I ended up with a pile of raffle tickets that I didn't know how to sell at all. In the end, I bought a pile and went and did something else. Meanwhile Twisted Monk was wrapping raffle tickets around hot women.

The party filled up to overflowing. It was a blast. They started an burlesque event downstairs. I didn't stay down there long. Alas, the power failed for part of the building. It prevented the basement level lighting from working, took out a large selection of lights, the ATM machine and the air conditioning.

They moved the burlesque event up to the main floor. I don't know why but it just didn't appeal to me so I headed outside into the cool air for a while.

A man came up to me while outside and asked me what was happening. They were carding at the door and I think asking for a fee to enter. Not sure. I tried to answer him truthfully without telling him it was sexy or kinky. I found it difficult. He implored for more information and I stopped answering his questions. It got uncomfortable enough that I bid him a good night and headed in.

The rest of the evening was a blur. I helped with the raffle area. Tried to help others. Chatted up a storm. I was having fun. Eventually the power (and the air conditioning was restored). How many Guiness's did I have? I lost track.

The big event was the drawing of the prizes. We ended up with a chain. Tess, Diva and Twisted Monk were on stage. I running back and forth to Bad Bad Girl and another women who's face I can't see as I write this entry. *pouts*

After the first call out of the first prize winning number, I threw my raffle tickets to the side and focused on navigating the crowd that was getting thicker and thicker around the stage. It was fantastic seeing this and feeling the energy.

The prizes were so wonderful and the excitement was fantastic. I thought Diva won the Njoy eleven. I didn't know what it was until later and then my jaw dropped. What a wonderful gift. Damn that girl is lucky!

The party eventually ended. There were some people that wanted the gift bags. I scrounged and re-scrounged several times for the people asking for them and gave away my own. Even after that, I still found a forgotten bag for myself.

I don't remember much after that except some silly drama with some guy and somehow we ended up in a group at a diner eating breakfast in the middle of the night. It was fun but my geeky side leaked out. It turned out the two other men were sort of geeky too and well it snowballed.

It was fantastic to get to the hotel and sleep.

Next Day, Hotel Change, Lunch with a Friend

The events hadn't stopped though. Twisted Monk was teaching a class the next day and there were evening events. In the middle of this, I had to get myself organized, out before checkout, packed and over to another hotel in Manhattan. I had been there before but hadn't parked there.

I changed hotels. Quickly freshened up and decided to take a subway ride to meet my friend. The first thing I discovered is that I couldn't find the subway entrance. They were all closed for remodeling. Grrr.

Eventually I made it and thought I had it down until my friend sent a text message back with a big "NO". I needed to catch an express train. I got through that mess, meet up with my friends and had a wonderful lunch before grabbing a taxi to head back to the hotel.

Another crazy night

The scheduled seem doable for the evening. Babeland. Union Docs. Transgender Burlesque Show. Easy peezy right? Wrong.

I went to Babeland. No one I recognized was there except the author of the book. I walked back to the club where the class was being taught. Things were still happening so I hung out. Twisted Monk was working his rope magic on the lovely ladies still. Fantastic!

A cool part was when the "bubble" was made by Twisted Monk during a scene. People had invaded the rope scene. Excellent way of defusing the situation and getting back to the what was happening between him and the sexy bottom in suspension.

The groups split up. I went with a wonderful couple to the Union Docs and saw FireCatKitty again. The movies were fantastic and persuaded me. After trying to ignore some guy who wouldn't stop talking, a good question was asked about what was the "elevator pitch". I learned even more at that point and got more emotionally engaged in the subject.

There was like 5 minutes before the Transgender Burlesque show and I was starving. My friends and I went to the diner. It was a good time and good conversation. Even as I write this, I miss them.

I went to the old hotel and grabbed a ride. I loved that little hotel. I meant to catch up with everyone else but as soon I as I get into the back of that limo with those soft leather seats, I changed my mind. It was bed time.

The Last Morning

The next day with a sad smile I hustled to pack and check out. I corrected my bill for the candy and beer I consumed from the mini-bar and then waited for my car. As soon as it arrived, I drove over to the old hotel and popped in.

I was so happy to see everyone smiling and slowly waking up. I spent a good long time saying good bye. These are all good people. Fantastic people. Goodbyes said, I walked outside and drove away.

Drifting into the 2010 NYC Sex Blogger Calendar Release Party

It still makes me laugh at how things happen in my life.

More then a month ago, I came across reference to a New York City Sex Blogger Calender Release party and it supporting Sex Worker's Awareness. Around the same time, I was fiendishly working out logistics to go to the Connecticut GRUE (Graydancer's Ropetastic Unconference Extravaganza). I looked at the party and it was an evening small window event. My thoughts were not worth the trip for 12 hours of driving or a $200+ hotel room.

I commented on twitter at some point about going to the GRUE. A wonderful lady said she couldn't go to the Connecticut GRUE. I asked why not? Because they saved for this party instead and had to make a choice. This I definitely took note of and would re-examined it. I still couldn't see the value in it.

Life continued as it usually does with lots of craziness in my personal life. Hey, never a dull moment!

Connecticut GRUE

Eventually my life centered on getting the car ready, closing up lose ends and packing for the Connecticut GRUE. When I arrived at the GRUE hotel, I immediately saw familiar faces and other obvious kinky souls. I was happy.

As the story unfolds, I got myself showered and dressed and went to the meet and greet party. I meet new people and thoroughly enjoyed myself being with very positive kink aware sexy people.

The best part for this meet and greet was the number of high caliber bondage rope tops. Twisted Monk, Graydancer, Dov, Murphy Blue and other rope tops were there. I would be watching, listening and learning with a big smile on my face. What a blast!

Apparently Graydancer had an appointment to do a podcast with Diva and Tess as part of the NYC Sex Blogger Calendar Release Party. No doubt that this was important for a variety of reasons. It wasn't rope so I drifted off to another part of the meet and greet to stay out of the way.

Later though, I don't remember how but I ended up talking and teasing Tess and Diva with Graydancer and Twisted Monk starting to wrap Diva up. I struggled with trying to work various cameras but thoroughly enjoyed what was happening.

Tess and Diva are both amazing women from what I have experienced. They both shined as I teased them and as Diva was unwrapped and Tess was wrapped up in rope. This was happening as other crazy fun antics occurred. It was a fantastic moment in time. Twisted Monk and Graydancer are fantastic rope tops. They both engage with positive sensuous style.

Okay, I will go...

When Tess said I should come to the release party, I think I expressed I already bought 2 calendars and so on. Something about her smile told me I had missed something and my curiosity was peaking. With an inward thought of "you don't know what you are doing", I said I would be at the party.

You see, I am a sucker for a beautiful woman's smile.

Shortly after wards, I did my googling of the party and did some quick peek of some blogs. With my busy life, I made my first mistake of looking at the events and then making hotel reservations and plans like I would do for a business trip.

In the the few weeks that followed, I realized that mistake and attempted to extend the hotel reservation one more night 2 weeks before. The hotel put me on a waiting list and I was #5. Oops. Well, made a second hotel reservation but a full hotel? What does that mean?

It was wonderful getting pleasant comments on twitter about going to the party.

But I had my doubts about the party. The fact was I wasn't a sex blogger, not a sex worker nor anybody. Little 'ol me was a newbie kinkster going to a very impressive party. With that thought in mind, I set my expectations on helping Tess and Diva and enjoying whatever happened in New York City.

Meanwhile I dealt with work, got a new apartment, bought a pile of furniture and moved into my new apartment. In other words, I moved away from my ex-wife and my kids which is a difficult set of emotions.

On the flip side, I got some more rope work in. I discovered I need to stay away from dark rope in dark play spaces especially on dark clothes. I also spent a wonderful day going "mmmm" from some lovely sensation play I bottomed to on the same night.

Driving to New York City

The Thursday morning before the release party, I packed and drove quickly to New York City. Snagged a speeding ticket and then arrived a the hotel. I unpacked, set up my laptop and got a wonderful surprise.

Tess IMed me with "Can you meet downstairs in 5 minutes?" Oh my, "how about 10?". "ok". Jumped in the shower and dressed in a flash.

The group went off to Essex and I had mentally decided on the road after that speeding ticket I would buy a round of drinks or two. I did exactly that. I met Bad Bad Girl there and others. I discovered at that quiet little moment that I was smiling ear to ear and the fun had started. Good people, good drink and lively discussion was so perfect.

Little did I know that next four days would be a constant blast of fun with difficult choices of whether to sleep, eat or have more fun!

Tess and Diva did an amazing thing. I will be going to the next New York Sex Blogger Calendar Party!

Yummy, my first rope scene

My friends mean the world to me and they surprise me in little ways.

There was a play party on Friday, a dungeon event on Saturday and dungeon time later that day. At the start of the week, I commented to a friend that I would probably skip the play party but I was going to the munch the next day. At the munch, I was a bit surprised when I was announced as a "rope" person like someone else in the room. The smiles were more then the usual ones.

When the subject of rope came up later in the munch, as I commented, I noticed a wonderful smile on a new lady I hadn't met. It made me smile inwardly and re-plan my weekend schedule.

I commented later about the smiles to another friend who I switch with and she said "oh because you are fresh meat". It made me laugh but I doubted it a bit. Maybe she was right partially?

I asked the new lady for a play date for that Friday later. She said she already had one but would take a rain check. It wasn't unexpected but I was a bit disappointed. I stilled loved the energy from the munch. I would still go to the party and let things happen as they may. If nothing happened, I would have good conversation at least and maybe learn something from a scene or two.

The best surprise was when I showed up at the party with a very open mind about roping anything that moved, a beautiful young lady bounced up to me and gave me a warm hug. She commented that the last time we met it was at another munch and I was very nervous. That munch seemed like a million years ago standing with her enjoying the small connection we had.

It turned out that she had spent the night before talking about me with the friend I switch with. No doubt in my mind that my good friend had said wonderful things about me and my rope play. She is a sweetie.

Hopefully I will thank her when she is in rope shortly. On the other hand, she may put some extra zeal into her impact play with me. She and I both get what we need.

Before we could start, there was a bit of drama which I manage to a minimum with the girl's help. I don't avoid confrontation but I do work to minimize or eliminate it.

We went off not to play but for her to be a demo rope bottom. I needed to practice my ropes. At least that is what I thought...

It was wonderfully fun. My ropes were sloppy, dangling but sensuous. I made mistakes. Blew some knots that slipped tighter when they didn't shouldn't. Did either of us care?

She and I were both smiling and laughing. She was being a beautiful lively mild brat kicking, biting and pinching me while bound in ropes. It made me smile as I whispered sweet things about her being my marionette and other things. I couldn't help myself changing it to a scene.

She was my little puppet since I was constantly moving, connecting and reconnecting with her and rebinding parts of her body. Several times she almost got lose as I watched with a wicked grin and then at the last moment pulled on the rope binding her wrists and knotted it off again. It wasn't a mistake that the knots were within reached of her lovely hands.

Even when undoing the ropes and letting them accumulate into a mess on the floor that hampered later rope removal, I was connected to her and enjoying the rope and her. I was feeling a rush I had felt many times before and I was expecting it to end.

When she was lose and a bit dreamy looking, I got worried she would fall. For a brief moment she sat down but then started working on the rope mess on the floor with me. With a wonderful smile, she said hurry up so she can have a cigarette and do it again. I lit up like a Christmas tree with a big smile.

We came back down and I started roping her up again. Instead of a partial suspension, I did something else. She was much quieter this time and then I added one and later two surprises. At some point, the world disappeared and was annoyed when the music came on too loudly.

I untied her partially. The control and other needs of my mine were in full force. Her feet and legs were bound awkwardly. She was holding onto the ring above her head with a rope blindfold. I forced her hands free and all she knew was she would was falling. A split second later she was in my arms. I whispered some things and we were quiet.

The rest of the evening was a blur. There wasn't a place to sit together at first upstairs but we ended up together later. Touching and staying connected. The rush I was feeling was more then I expected.

I made sure she was okay as she drove away and then I went to get my stuff and say goodbye. Several other women came up and said they wanted to be tied up. It made me smile.

She is a wonderful new friend.

First, first, first ...

It has been a year of many firsts. A staggering bewildering array of firsts.

One of my firsts was ending my marriage. The short version of this classic tragedy is my marriage after many years had diverged. My wife's path to happiness was making me more and more unhappy.

There came a point where life was just there. Life was paying bills, work, running to the hospital, helping friends, fixing fences, birthing animals, freezing my butt off in the middle of nowhere, repairing cars, doing paper work and so on. Mind numbing in its constant and relentless in its need to be addressed. Nothing much really changed if you stepped back from it. I worked at work. I worked at my wife's farm.

My kids are fantastic. They are growing up so well. I am blessed. As they slowly turn into wonderful adults, my parenting job disappears. My focus turns elsewhere and inward. I didn't like what I was seeing.

I communicated my frustration. I ran faster and faster so it would work. The numbness grew over the last several years.

I had starting exploring online and was surprised at the healthy online BDSM community. As I explored, my feelings of being isolated disappeared. I needed this world.

Eventually another first occurred when my partner and I attempted to find a new balance. We went to Midori's wonderful Rope Dojo I in New York City. Fantastic time. Very cool and educational instructors. My smile grew but my partner's smile faded.

She tried. I really appreciated it. She said to play with others. As I started to explore, she continued her explorations. I love her spunk and love for life and supported it. She also had some luck connecting with people online.

The sad part was the New York City weekend at the Rope Dojo was just us being hotel mates. She didn't even cuddle and watch a movie with me. She spent most of her time online.

Shortly after that time, she ended the marriage and I cut loose. My comfort zone is fairly large and the flirting that made my partner jealous wasn't an issue any more. With a huge smile, I jumped head long into my new world.

My partner heard that FetishCon would be a good event to attend.

When I visited the local dungeon in Pittsburgh and joined, I tripped over an ad for Floating World. When I looked it up, it seem much better then some fetish model convention. This would be my first event.

Meanwhile I downloaded all of Graydancer's Ropecasts and started listening to them working backwards. Fiendishly writing down notes as I drove to work each morning. My online education was slowly being filled by a real world education.

In a short five month period, I had done many firsts:

• Joined FetLife
  
• Went to Floating World.
  
• Attended several area group munches (meet and greets)
  
• Attended several dungeon play times.
  
• Attended one play party.
  
• Attended COPE or Central Ohio Perversion Excursion
  
• Attended the first East Coast GRUE or Graydancer's Ropetastic Unconference Extravaganza

During this time, I had augmented my wardrobe. Bought lots and lots of hemp rope. With my first purchase for Midori's Rope Dojo coming from Twisted Monk. Many wicked toys from the JT's Stockroom had also been purchased, some my ex-wife kept.

My expectations were very simple to start. Meet people, learn, explore and smile. It is amazing and I love this world very much. The people are fantastic and normal to me. I have no doubts that others disagree but I don't care.

Oh yea, one more first. This blog entry!!!!