I’d love to be made to feel like a work of art.
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shibari
Continued from here.
I cannot begin to stress the importance of aftercare.
After being hogtied on Penthouse’s bed, tied up in a lot of rope and having that crotchrope pushing the knot against my clit, I’d gotten pretty subspaced. I was speaking a lot of nonsense, I had trouble keeping my eyes open and I could barely sit up straight.
Penthouse untied me gently, held me close, was patient when I struggled to coherently express myself. He brushed out my hair and tucked me in. He checked in to make sure I was all right.
For as hot as the whole thing was, the aftercare really sealed the deal for me on the experience. Anybody can set up a situation like that, but to be able to care for a very subspaced girl is real dedication.
“No escape”
Photo by Jerome G.
If Ivy had a Barbie it would look like this.
Giggle. Yep.
Used to tie up my Barbies when I was a kid, though nowhere near as ornately.
I can’t get into shibari. It’s fascinating and sometimes really beautiful, but I just don’t even think I have the patience for it.
I need it rough and sudden and urgent. The time it takes to get the ropework just right really detracts from that. I prefer function over form. Hands to hold me down, rope or whatever is around to replace the hands, then hands and pressure to subdue me when I try to fight.
And I want the other person to not even be able to wait to have everything tied off so perfectly before tearing me apart. After the takedown, sure, things can be adjusted. But, during that first struggle, I want to feel the urgency. And shibari is too paced, too patient for that.
I’m feeling pulled taut.