Let’s try some bondage…

On a rainy afternoon last November, Miss Mitsu said those words to me:

“Let’s try some bondage…”

That precise moment rings out clearly through all of my memories of my journey so far. We began our first session together with an excellent conversation about my previous experiences, my limits, and my fantasies. Mitsu smoked a cigarette and listened and talked. Then she stubbed out the end of her cigarette and said, “Let’s try some bondage.”

And then she tied me up. As she was tying me, she talked about the history of Japanese bondage in her lovely soothing voice. It was the start of an amazing time that featured rope and twine and clothespins and electricity and brain tweaking.

The second time I came to visit Mitsu, she suspended me. It can take a while to get all rigged up, but I love that time. I like the small commands “put your hands up” “give me your arm,” I like the closeness to her lovely figure, and I like her concern for my safety and well being. Then there’s the whole aesthetic angle — well-done ropework looks cool. And it leaves nice marks:

 

Rope Hickeys

That photo was taken by Head Mistress Sade after I shot my first video with Mitsu. That was a monumental day for me and I’m glad to have this picture. Mitsu had tied me in a lot of rope and it was taking a long time to un-do. She had to run to another appointment so Sade kindly stepped in to finish setting me free.

That video session really threw my mind into a spin. I was suspended face-down for a good long time while Mitsu turned me  into her windchime by attaching stuff to my body, including hanging my big black boots off my cock. I remember the moment I slid fully into subspace — I thought to myself “Elvis has left the building…” as I relaxed into the sensations.

Our next Play Date draws near and Mitsu has been posting about speed bondage and face bondage and all the stuff she learned at TES Fest. I have a hunch I might have a rope hickey or two next week at this time.