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Switches, Sadism, and Shiny Butts: Rope Journaling 5-24

The second night I wasn't going to stand around and wait for anyone or for anything to happen. There was a room full of hot, horny, kinky people and I was going to touch as many butts as I could. (Consensually of course.)

So the moment I walked into the dungeon I didn’t hesitate to oogle my hot friend C who was topless and covered in bruises from his busy weekend of bottoming. His dance card was full but I did get a hug, a noseful of his yummy smell, and to grab his butt. All in all a good start to the evening.

Soon after I saw M who I have a medium long history of doing ridiculous scenes with. More than once we've tied ourselves to each other until we ran out of limbs or rope much to the confusion of the rest of the dungeon and to prove switches have the most fun!

So when I saw him standing there in some shiny black latex I frolickedover to see if I could touch his slippery butt. He was more than happy to oblige. As we flirted and caught up a plan started to firm.

“Hey remember last year when I walked you around the dungeon while you were in your hood.”

“Yeah want to do that again?”

Like he needed to ask! He had on a latex hood and gloves and I had my rope out without a second thought. I tied a decorative but random chest harness that asymmetrically incorporated his arms into it. Then I added rope to his legs in a way that accentuated his butt and package so that he ended up with kind of a rope cod piece. It was pretty hot to my eyes and the fact he had half a hard on let me know he was enjoying himself as well. Afterall the only thing better than a latex butt is fondling a latex covered boner.

10 minutes into the evening and I was already having a blast. I really enjoy having friends that are funny, smart, and communicative. It makes casual play with on going negotiations possible, we have active consent with one another so that even though sometimes a year pases between when we play we trust one another to say “hi what are you in the mood for?” and just jump in. It feels sexy and safe. We can talk while we tie, it saves time and is super sexy multi tasking.

So I led M around the dungeon describing the sights and occasionally fondling him until we found an empty massage table.  I bent him over it to spank and play with him while enjoying the slightly muffled moans and sighs through the latex mask. The hood took away the ability to see his reactions or grab his hair but the hotness of playing with this sexy faceless object more than made up for it.

When he was breathing heavily I guided him to stand upright again, running my hands down the rope covered latex. Deciding his hands were probably ready to be put in a new position I untied enough of him to tie his right arm to his leg and put a simple rope cuff on his left.

“You know there just isn't enough butt fondling  going on.” I joked.

Gamely he turned to present his, but I used the rope handle around his wrist to turn him back in my direction and back my own ass in its tight dress into  his palm. I didn't need to see his face to sense a smile and his attentions to my butt gave me an idea.

“Thanks, much better, and this also gives me an idea to mess with people by being switchy.”

“Oh?”

“Yeap. Also I'm in the mood to get tied up. So…”. I wrapped the remaining rope from his wrist around my waist to finish my sentence. Then I added some tension to the rope so that his hand was trapped cupping my ass.

“Ready to walk around some more and confuse people?”

“Always.”

This time when people noticed us walking together a good number of them did a double take to take in that I'd tied M to me so that he had to walk arm in arm while holding each other’s butt. A few of our acquaintances laughed in that “that's so Emily” kinda way. So mission accomplished. As much as I was enjoying the forced butt touching I did eventually release M, knowing we both had other play dates.

While waiting for my play date, B, I watched a few friends get into trouble and a number of rope folks from out of town do scenes, taking in their techniques and enjoying their new and interesting way of doing things. B was enjoying his time with another Top so I wasn’t going to rush him but I was getting antsy waiting and watching all this sexy play happen.  So I was thrilled when he walked over to me half loopy from his last scene and asked if I was ready to throw around some rope.

We had a pleasant and sensual scene full of moans and giggles which is kind of our thing.  It was just what I needed to get some of my ropey sadism out on someone who very much enjoys it. After a cuddle and a promise to meet up for more of the same soon, I headed home, feeling like I got what I was hoping for from the evening.

Butts touched: 3. I call that a win.

That Time I...Had My Firefly Fantasies Come True

I have a very soft, warm and squishy spot for Nathan Fillion aka Malcolm Reynolds who holds top slot in my spank bank.  So  it was a no brainer to overcome my social anxiety and walk up to Captain Very Tight Pants the second I saw him sitting alone in a suit and tie at a kink event.  He looked like Nathan Fillion if Nathan Fillion grew up in Wisconsin on a steady diet of beer and brats.

As if looking hot in a suit wasn’t enough, the first words out of his mouth were, “Well hello, I’m Jay and I just moved here from Milwaukee.”  This was soon followed by, “My fetishes are sarcasm, latex, and dressing up as a certain space captain.”

Reader, if there would have been a private room at this event I would have pulled him into that room and made one or both of us cry out in exquisite pleasure-pain for hours.  I’ve been waiting for an attractive man to say many of those words in about that order for a long time.  Instead I settled for settling in next to him on a couch, enjoying the warmth of his thigh on my thigh and the barbs of his sarcasm against mine.

Brainy and hot. Swoon!  And then I let him out of my sight for 5 minutes and blamo!  He was gone as if he had never been there.

This is one of the times that the smallness of Portland came in handy; it wasn’t long until I ran into him again at an event.  This time he was wearing a super hero style utility suit but made of latex. Holy fuck, my uterus probably swelled to twice its original size in horny delight. 

“Hey stranger, you’re looking good.”

He raised an insanely expressive eye brow and gave me the once over.  “Hey!  You too. Nice corset.”

“Nice shiny get up!  You probably get this all the time but do you mind if I touch it/you?”

Another raised eyebrow and he holds out his arm in my general direction. I grin like a giddy school girl and reach out to run my fingers over the latex.  Holy shit it was soft and slippery and warm from his skin.  It was like touching his skin but not, it was heady and I was ready to tip over with unprocessed hormones.

“Wow that’s awesome.  I officially see why you like it.”

“You should have him spin, it’s even better from behind!” Screamed some drunk bystander seeing me with drool hanging from my chin.

My turn to give him a little eye brow action. Being well versed in the communication of eyebrows he knew that I was asking him to show me that butt and so he spun and it was indeed even better from behind.  That ass!  I wanted to reach out and grab it and never let that sweet bubble butt go.  But consent is key so I controlled myself as difficult as it was.

“So what are you up to?”  He screamed over the music.

“Oh just hanging out and not getting tied up.  You know the usual.”  I did a little dance with my eye brows that I hope he understood meant“Wanna take care of that for me?”

Then I realized I had no idea what way he swung in any sense of possible orientations that might or might not make us compatible or this a valid line of flirtation. Should I have said instead “Obviously I’m getting ready to tie you up hot stuff!”? As a bisexual switch I sometimes forget that not all people go all ways.

“I’d be happy to help you with that ma’am but I haven’t any rope on me.”

My heart dropped.  The one time I don’t bring rope with me and this!  Are you fucking kidding me universe? I have the chance to play with the hottest guy in all of hot world and not having rope this one time out of the million and 2 times I’ve brought rope and never used it is going to be what keeps it from happening? No way! Unacceptable!

“Nor do I, strangely enough.  But I think with our big sexy brains we can MacGyver the shit out of this.”

“Oh yeah?”

I looked him up and down and my lust was renewed. Damn he was fine! Aside from a nice bulge in his very tight pants I noticed a canvas belt around his waist.  The bells in my lust addled brain went off.

“Yes?”  He asked as if he could hear every dirty thought in my head.

“Oh um, I was admiring your tight pants but while I was there I realized that you have a belt, I have these ridiculously long corset laces, we can probably find a paper clip around here somewhere and the floor is covered in marshmallows* so I’m thinking we have plenty of materials to not only defuse a bomb but make a relatively reasonable semblance of DIY bondage happen.”

He put hands on hips, jutting his jaw and hardening his face while looking off into the distance. My middle school comic bookobsessed self was squealing with joy.  Oh fuck he’s hot!

Suddenly he grabbed my hand and pulled me toward him, “Let’s do this.  For Metropolis!”  Okay we might be mixing metaphors now but I’m into it. He pulled me towards a bench that wasn’t in use and bent me over it.

Yes, take me Captain Tight pants!  Take me in a manly fashion!  He holds my shoulders down so my face is on the bench and my ass is in the air.  I have no idea what he’s up to and I don’t care, I love it.

Bending down behind me so that most of his body is touching mine now he leans to my ear, “I mean that is if this is okay with you.”  He pauses. Oh fuck and now he’s doing verbal consent, this man is the hottest thing.  Could he just hurry up and have 7000 of my puppies already? My loins are both on fire and dripping with arousal at this point.

“Of course. Thanks for asking but by god have your way with me Captain Tight Pants.”

He straightens back up, hand on my shoulders, other hand fumbling to untie my corset.  “What will I do with you, oh filthy minded one?”  He says in a husky super hero saving the day kinda voice.  Then in his regular voice with an edge of confusion.  “No really what will I do with you?”

I wiggle my butt to help with little non verbal communication.  He groans “Oh heck yes!” Then in my ear again. “That is a nice behind, can I spank it?”

“I wish you would.”

In his super hero voice, “I will flog you with the latex covered hand of justice.” In his regular voice.  “Just as soon as I can tie these hands up.”  He fumbles with corset laces and his belt and managed to pin my arms behind me and out of the way.  I could have escaped if I’d wiggled just a little big but why in the hell would I want to escape when I’ve spent most of my life trying to get right where I was.

The twack of his latex encased palm against my ass was enough to make most of the room turn around and look.  We looked at each other and giggled. “Okay so maybe not with the gloves.”  He removed them and went back to slappingmy behind while occasionally keeping up the levels of ridiculous by saying things like, “Take that evil doer!”

After a couple minutes of casual spanking, we’d come to the end of the boundaries we had negotiated on the fly.  My ass was warm and happy.  We were both giggling. So he untangled me from our various clothing items, he put out a strong hand to help me up from the floor and guided me to a seat.

We sat shoulder to shoulder, breathing heavily and jointly unsure what to do with ourselves now.  Every time I turned my head to sass him he was already looking at me in a way that made me shyly look away.  After a couple failed attempts at speaking, he finally held my gaze and said, “Um, can I kiss you?”

“Oh my stars and garters, yes!”  He wasted no time pulling me close into perhaps the sweetest and most passionate kiss I’ve ever experienced.  It was hot because we were all new and shiny but I could also sense it wasn’t a kiss that meant he wanted more.  It was just a kiss for the sake of kissing.  That so rarely happens. Plus the fella had a way with his mouth!    

Soon enough we stopped to come up for air and laugh at each other.  “Wow I don’t usually do that.”  He said with his arms still wrapped around me.

“What?  Tie strange women up with their own clothing?”

“Nah that’s just a regular Saturday night.”  He gave me another smooch that ran through me like fire. “Being the Top.”

I searched his face, shocked.  “Are you serious?”

“Totally, that makes you like one of two people I’d ever successfully dominated with sarcasm.”

“Well shit you could have fooled me.  I could have taken charge if you’d have told me.”

“Nah I had fun. You just owe me, next time it’s your turn to do all the work.”

“Next time?”

He raised his eyebrows like “Yeah next time, why not?”

Why not indeed.  Now knowing he leaned more toward bottoming, I grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him in for a kiss.  A kiss that was hotter and more satisfying than most of the sex I’ve had in my life because I liked this guy and he was so many of the things I was looking for. I wasn’t settling for the closest warm body by hitting on him, I truly and really wanted Captain Tight Pants.  And for that brief evening in time, I had him.

 

*true story, I don’t know why marshmallows at a kink event but they are very sticky and I still have a pair of semi expensive stockings with permanent marshmallow goo on them to commemorate this evening