Oct 252007
 

I like rope but I don’t like rope enough. When I look at hobbies, I always ask myself what the learning time is going to be, and what would I rather be doing. With writing, I love it and will always write if I have some spare time. Photography to me is writing one image stories, so I will always want to learn how to do better. Rope though, after fumbling with my fifth knot, I start thinking about why I haven’t written another Librarian story. The learning curve is just too high. I have things to do that I love more.

So, thank the Gods for eye-bolts, premade restraints and clips.

One thing I have found from not using rope is that I am fond of the one limb bondage. Rather than cocoon someone, I like the idea of just tying a part of someone down so that I am free to play with the rest of them. There is also something mental going on when you bind an ankle and that’s it. The fact that they are not escaping on their own means that something emotional/mental/psychic is going on.

It also left her other leg free to go elsewhere, like around my hip.

  5 Responses to “High Heel Bondage”

  1. Those are some shoes! Also, from the angle of the photo, it makes me wonder if she’s hanging upside down from one leg? Just curious.

    As always, nice pic Shon.

    Eve

  2. Yep, I agree – those are some shoes!

  3. Hot.

    I get what you’re saying and I agree… I don’t have the patience to learn a lot of new stuff. (Knitting for example. I’ve tried. Big huge knots of yarn. Not good. Nevermind!)

    Mr Kitt on the other hand… he does things until he gets them. If he wants to learn it, he’s GOING to learn it. So I’ve been subject to hours of rope experiments… hours and hours and hours… but the man knows rope, now. Believe it!

  4. Eve- In this picture, she was lying on her back with her hands bound to the opposite post. I know, its always the details you don’t see.

    musns- Even I appreciated these shoes.

    Selena- I learned a lot about rope out of stubborness but it doesn’t compare to the sheer glee I feel when I understand what a fucking f-stop is for.

  5. i would ask the academician how he spent his day and he’d report that he had been practicing his knots… and he’s such a compulsive teacher that the first time we were together, before he demonstrated on me what he’d been practicing, he introduced me to the ropes, had me run them through my hands, showed me a basic knot, showed me his favorite instructional videos… nothing kinky about it except for my being naked… and how i started slipping down into subspace as i felt the ropes wrap around my wrists…

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