Rope Begins

About a year ago my wife bought some lovely rope, a long length of silky black bondage rope. It was early in our experimentation with BDSM and while the idea of rope bondage excited me preliminary investigations into techniques also scared me. It is such a beautiful art and I felt daunted by the prospect of beginning to learn even the basics. I loved the idea of creating well crafted and intricate knots but I didn’t want to start learning when everything else to do with BDSM was still so new.

So the rope sat almost unwrapped in the locked chest by the bed, not forgotten but unused. Occasionally I took it out, thought about how good it would be to use it, imagined spending time binding my wife and enhancing her exquisitely beautiful body with rope adornment. Except I knew I would only start to experiment with the rope when I was ready to learn how to use it properly.

Then the other day we were wandering around some second hand shops when I spotted a small kit called “Five knots every boy should know”. A boy scout kind of kit with five instruction cards for the different knots and a piece of rope to practice with. I splashed out (50p) to buy it and it was the trigger I needed to start exploring rope bondage. So far I’ve done some research, learned a few ties and seen lots I want to learn, thanks mainly to Two Knotty Boys. We’ve experimented a little and my very patient wife has been very encouraging while I fumbled around with the lovely silky black rope.

I’ve sat in the car at lunchtime and practiced the knots I’ve learned, book at the ready and one eye open for anyone coming too close. I haven’t quite worked out an explanation for sitting alone tying knots with what some might consider a questionable book by my side. A long shoe lace is usually somewhere about my person ready for the odd moments when I can quickly practice a knot, waiting for the kettle to boil for example. I’ve also discovered that shoe laces tied in certain ways can make very entertaining cat toys!

The little I’ve learned so far has really excited me and I think enhanced our already wonderful sex life. There is something so very sensual about wrapping rope around bare skin, much more so than I imagined, particularly if you’ve just patiently and gleefully stripped that same skin. I’m thrilled at the prospect of learning more about rope bondage, the idea of building up to more intricate and stunning pieces gives me a sense of elation. I suspect a year from now there may be a vast array of rope waiting patiently in that locked chest.