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FELIS RESPICIENS
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I've noticed that the ones who seem to like mutilation and gore are often transient.
if the folk who come to CruxForums and choose to stay
Yes, rope's one of man's (or men's ) greatest inventions,
still the simples, most convenient, most versatile bondage -
the bite of it on my skin and bone as it's knotted tight,
the roughness as I grip to absorb the cut of the lash,
the taste if I chew on it, the smell of it as I wait tied up,
the tug and the swing of it as I dance, helpless in pain,
how I dread, how I love, the rope!
Yes, rope's one of man's (or men's ) greatest inventions,
still the simples, most convenient, most versatile bondage -
the bite of it on my skin and bone as it's knotted tight,
the roughness as I grip to absorb the cut of the lash,
the taste if I chew on it, the smell of it as I wait tied up,
the tug and the swing of it as I dance, helpless in pain,
how I dread, how I love, the rope!
it groans and creaks when I hang from it arms over head, spinning slowly round and round, waiting for the next cut of the lash
Good hemp or sisal rope is such an organic beast. Natural. Silken or soft cotton might slip erotically over inexperienced skin but it will always lack the rough edges and the texture of hemp and sisal. And silken rope can never deliver that extra meaning the roughness adds to her bondage as the ropes are drawn around her and the knots pull tight.
And taste too. And smell as eul knows. Taste and smell of and in itself but it absorbs the flavours of the woman it binds. Her sweat, her scents and more. She will taste and smell herself when that rope binds her again. And she will taste and smell the others too. The rope retains something of every woman it circles.
And, finally, it leaves its mark on her even after the coils are removed. A lasting memory of the hours she spent in the rope's embrace.
And it has its own voice too Barb. Each rope speaks differently. Hemp or sisal and the manner of its twisting as it is made. It speaks to you as He hauls on it and draws your body taut, stretched and exposed to what is to come.
But it speaks the loudest in those silent moments. When the fire of the welt just laid eases a little while He pauses. Your senses all on edge and the rope's voice reflects your slightest movement.
Close your eyes Barb. Listen to the rope.
yes, she's a slavegirl who knows exactly how to 'present',NO ropes on this beauty
Of course !!! This man is wonderful ( Pp) !!!
I use a sunlamp or lay out on the deck when it's warm enough...What did you use for tanning, Pp? Wattle bark perhaps? Oak bark was traditional in Britain,
but I don't know if there are any tanneries left, I suspect most leather is imported,
even for the few remaining leather boot and shoe-makers, saddlers and harness-makers.
Likewise, I fear whip-making is a lost country craft
Hmmm, considering the title of this thread... I'd say... never ever stop using ropes Pp!But it speaks the loudest in those silent moments. When the fire of the welt just laid eases a little while He pauses. Your senses all on edge and the rope's voice reflects your slightest movement.
I use of my hands, even sometimes of my mouth ...
Yeah ! no ropes, only golden nails !NO ropes on this beauty
Pp isn't a linguist but does the term derive from old German for oak?What did you use for tanning, Pp? Wattle bark perhaps? Oak bark was traditional in Britain,
but I don't know if there are any tanneries left, I suspect most leather is imported,
even for the few remaining leather boot and shoe-makers, saddlers and harness-makers.
Likewise, I fear whip-making is a lost country craft
Pp will remember Malin's plea .Hmmm, considering the title of this thread... I'd say... never ever stop using ropes Pp!
Mmmmmmm ! And was it somebody to try it ? Perhaps I could ?But He did knot up a very functional cat recently .