I am never quite sure how people see me. I can read people's writing, know they are talking about me and read words like "He is all sexy, funny, flirty, and fun". I like it but all I feel is my talkative, flirty and smiling side.
I try to keep things positive online. As of this last year, I have been more quiet on fetlife.com. It seems to be busier with the mundane and simple basic porn mixed in with attention and other types of trolls.
Someone I never met happen to mention her surgery, I was surprised and commented that I hope her the best and so on. I am not a fan of anyone getting sick, having surgery or being hospitalized. I really meant it. I was surprised that a while later, she sent me a message and a friend's request.
Perving My Rope Pics
She commented on perving my rope pics and how she fantasied about rope bondage the private message. Being the flirt and the tease I am, I did my best to do just that in the private message exchange. I talked about having her bound kneeling in the center of a room, her clothes messed up to expose her breasts and me working a room to have everyone talking about her. I had a sense that she likes positive attention and had no reservations about her breasts being exposed from peeking in on her writing.
I mixed that in with, are you sure you want to friend me? I am quite aware of some of the bad mouthing that happens in regards to me in Pittsburgh. I had to laugh when she said "Bring it on!".
We kept exchanging email. It went from teasing her to her wanting to be tied up. I said sure! I think my friends and my own mind said "What the fuck did you just do? You haven't even met her!".
Well as things went, she had the surgery, she spent a long time recovering and she and I both had schedule conflicts. We finally arranged a play date and planned for it. It was another wonderful play time to look forward to. It had to be canceled since she had a nasty cold. We set another date, the second date had to be canceled and then a third time. Life is like that. I don't sweat the small stuff.
Play Time!
Things finally came together and then another hiccup happened. We would have to delay more then a few hours. I really didn't want to complicate her life let alone mine.
I headed down to her place. It took me a while. My GPS failed to work in her neighborhood so I switched to another GPS in my phone. It was great to find her and say hello. I grabbed my rope bag and headed inside.
I asked her about her place, put my leather jacket on a chair, why she lived in this area and asked to use the bathroom. We talk some more.
Negotiation
When it comes to formal negotiation, I basically don't do it. There is one exception, I try these days to remember to explain upfront my penis and my mouth don't end up being used for sex. There is some wiggle room but it requires discussions with my partners. I am poly after all.
What I do instead is flirt, tease, ask serious questions and so on trying to understand them. I do this during the entire time I am with them except at the end. My teasing would sometimes get a giddy girl look in her face. Sometimes it would a get ponder or thoughtful look in the face with a big smile. I consider the former a good thing to push on and the latter something not to push on.
Games Begin!
I had pulled out my ropes and had put them on the couch. I was still flirting with her when she said something in response to a question "You're the Boss". I immediately pushed her backwards on the couch and teased her. She had a unsure but bright smile. I grabbed some rope and then had her up off the couch and turned her to the side so I could tie her arms. A little bit of confusion for a moment -- I wasn't really talking as much but just positioning her. I wonder what was going through her mind?
We talked some more. I was laughing and smiling as I ran ropes across her clothes tightly above her breasts, tied them off in back with a cinch and continued another run below her breasts. I don't let go of the rope at this point. There is always tension even when I reach for more rope.
In a short time, her upper torso was bound in a box tie, a little loose for my taste but it was her first time. I suspected some things were going through her mind, I wanted or I should say needed to keep her off balance some. At this point, I grabbed the ropes behind her and pushed and pulled them reinforcing the feeling of helplessness.
I asked about her camera and the clover clamps I knew she had. She said they were in the bed room. I held on the ropes while I pushed her to the bedroom. I did this for safety since she could have easily face smacked the floor and I did it to keep the connection.
She told me which drawer in her bedroom had the clover clamps. It was an amazing collection of fun stuff. It took me a while but I found them. I made her go back into the other room with me bringing the camera and the clover clamps along.
Floor Fun
When back in the other room, I made her kneel down on the floor. I proceeded to man handle her tying her ankle to her thigh. At this point. she did a quiet laugh with a sort of gasp. I knew what that meant, she had cum.
I pushed her back and pulled down her top to expose her breasts. I wasn't really paying attention to how often she was squirming or cumming. I put the clover clamps on her nipples. Sadistically re-applied them and made her hold the chain between them in her mouth. She was so cute and squirming so well.
I couldn't resist grabbing some more rope, taking off the clover clamps and tightly binding her breasts. I expected a gold mine of fun with her breasts and I wasn't mistaken. With them tightly bound, the blood going in and not coming out of them, they would be much more sensitive. I proceeded to run my finger tip around in a circle not touching the nipple as I watched her. Oh yea! She was off the charts and having a blast from the look in her face.
In the middle of this fun, I grabbed the camera a few times and took some pictures. It wasn't quite working so she directed me to the light switches. I took some more pictures and played with her some more.
I did some more playing, rebound her breasts even tighter and had more fun with her.
At this point, I slowly undid the ropes and we took some time to talk and relax. She was one happy woman.
Round Two
This time the idea was to hogtie her. I stripped most of her clothes off and quickly did another tie around her chest. I bound her breasts and took her into the bedroom. I wickedly had her lie down on her front knowing well that her breasts would be uncomfortable with her own weight on them. She immediately turned to her side.
I didn't stop. I am a kinetic player. I play for the energy using my own and theirs. I grabbed some more rope and tied her ankles together and then use the remaining rope length for her knees. She was squirming but not quite right. I slowed down given what I sensed and let her stay on her side.
I found the long rope end that I had left earlier and snakeed it between her legs and then cuddle up in front of her. Her face smiling at me, the bound breasts pointing at me and we chatted for a brief moment. I am always chatting.
In a moment, I pulled on the rope I had fished through her legs. I wiggled it. I dug it in. Loosened it and pulled and so on. I did this all while I was watching her face. Yep! I hit the right buttons.
I teased her about other types of rope, the kind that are rough, the kind that leaves little splinters and so on. I kept talking and pulling on the rope in various rhythms and used my other hand to touch her skin, her face, give her reassuring touches and caresses on those swollen breasts.
I untied her. We spent a while talking in a mess of ropes. She was very cool in helping me fish out the mixed together ropes and coil them up.
Sweet Goodnight
I know that after that sort of intensity that I am a furnace and many of the women I play with tend to get cold. I got her back in the main room, trying to make sure she didn't fall. I got her clothes to her and helped her put them on. I think I asked her if she needed something to drink.
This is the time when I am so goofy and feeling good I start missing things, making mistakes and saying the stupidest things. I do my best to keep myself in check. I think she was okay. I asked her a couple of times. We snuggled on the couch as this happened.
I packed up my rope bag. Made sure her camera was off. I tried to remember if I forgot anything or left toys there. I gave her a good night hug and a kiss on the cheek. Time to head home. We said our good byes.
When I got into the car, I was amazed that 3 hours had past. It was fun.
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