Suspension
I nervously knocked on the door, taking a deep breath as I waited for him. When he opened the door he gave me a smile that seemed to wash all my nerves away. He was such a calming presence I had no idea why I was so nervous in the first place.
‘Come in, come in.’ he stepped out of the way for me to enter the room, showing off what he had created. A master of dungeon, with hand made equipment and promises to fulfil your desires. As I looked around the room I made a mental note of everything I wanted to try or be tied to, but that would come at a later date. For now, we had one objective in mind. I spied that he had already laid everything out for us to use. A medical trolly had been covered with all sorts of ropes, clips and rings ready for the session ahead. Above my head were a few larger rings bolted to the ceiling, and a stepladder beneath them for easy reach.
I jumped when I felt a hand on my shoulder, turning to him.
‘I didn’t mean to frighten you.’ he squeezed my shoulder gently.
‘You didn’t, I was just distracted.’ I told him.
‘Excited of course. This’ll be your first time, right?’ he smiled, picking up a neatly tied length of rope.
‘I have experienced a few simple ties but never anything like this.’ I picked up a clip as I spoke, twirling it between my fingers.
‘Well, we shall start simple. No point in just hoisting you up into the air if it means we’ll have to go straight back down again.’ he explained, taking the clip away from me and replacing it with a length of rope.
‘Would you like to change? Or are you comfortable with what you’re wearing?’ he asked. I quickly shrugged off my cardigan and discarded it onto the settee.
‘This’ll be fine.’
‘Right. Safewords. ‘Tight’ if the ropes are too tight for you. If you lose any feeling anywhere or are concerned just say the words I’ll get you out of there. Time’s where you can’t talk, we have this.’ he handed me a rubber dog bone, ‘drop if you feel the need and we’ll get you out.’ He explained everything to me carefully and slowly. I remembered what he had said to me at the beginning of all this.
Safety First
I held onto the bone tightly as he picked up whatever rope he needed and a few clips to thread them onto.
‘We’ll start at the wrists. Hands behind your back.’ he ordered, I turned away from him and clasped my hands together behind my back, feeling his hands quickly grab at my wrists.
‘Keep your hands together for me.’ I felt the coarse material of the rope first, running across the skin of my wrists. Not fast enough to burn or irritate the skin, just enough to make me itch and twitch.
I was pulled backwards slightly as the rope was knotted around a single wrist, securing it before moving the rope to the next wrist, securing them together. I couldn’t see what was happening behind me, I could only feel the rope on my skin. The rough material gliding across my skin as he pulled it up my forearm to my elbow. I barely felt his fingers touching me, only his thumb as he held the rope against my arm and wrapped it around my elbow. Twisting the rope gently to create a loop to hold me arms in place.
‘Are you comfortable?’ he asked, ‘your arms don’t feel strained in this position do they?’
I quickly shook my head, looking over my shoulder the best I could.
‘No, they’re fine.’ I assured him, feeling the rope to continue to work it’s way up my arm, repeating the loop again halfway up my arm. He tied the knot between my upper arms and tugged on the rope in different places, ensuring it was all tight.
His fingers finally touched me and grabbed hold of my shoulders.
‘I need you to sit down for me.’ he whispered, ‘I’ve got you.’ I hesitated for a moment, but eventually I began lowering myself to the ground, leaning all my weight onto him as he helped me to kneel. I squeaked when he continued to push my forward, holding my arms tightly as he lowered my body onto the ground.
‘I need to tie your legs.’ I could hear the smirk in his voice, enjoying my little bit of shock.
Grabbing my ankle, he bent my knee until my ankle touched my ass, ensuring to tickle the sole of my foot first. He grabbed another length of rope, wrapping it tightly around my ankle to create the same knot he did on my wrist. I already felt so powerless. Now, as he tied my ankle to the top of my thigh I felt even more powerless, if that were possible. He repeated the same on my other ankle, spreading my legs into a more comfortable position.
I squealed when he hands grabbed my underarms and hoisted me upwards, legging my tied legs fall in front of me, quickly pushing me down into the sitting position again.
‘We need to tie your chest up for the ring.’ I watched him carefully as he grabbed another length of rope and sat on the floor in front of me. He worked so quickly, I barely had time to comprehend what was happening before the first loop was created just beneath my breasts.
‘You aren’t wearing a bra are you?’ he asked, his eyes darting down to my breasts.
‘You said not too.’ I chuckled.
‘Good, you do listen. The underwire in bras can cause discomfort.’ he smiled, flicking the rope over my shoulder. He proved his skills when he managed to tie a knot below my shoulder blade without looking away from the rope that laid on my chest. The rope was tight against my chest, holding my breasts up but not being attached to anything.
‘What is this chest one for?’ I wondered out loud, looking down at my boobs.
‘This is what we will use to tie to the ring.’ he explained, standing up and walking away from me. I watched him walk back to the door I had entered through and untied a rope from the cleat. He let the rope loosen and a metal ring came down above me. it stopped just above my head, if I could straighten my back the ring would hit the top of my head. He resecured the rope and came back to me, pulling the metal trolly in front of me.
‘You’ll have to go down now.’ he smirked, his hand working its way behind my back to grab the anchor rope, pulling me forward so that I fell. If it wasn’t for him holding onto me I would have fell flat on my face.
He gently lowered me to the floor and grabbed another length of rope. I had lost count of the amount of rope he had used by now. I turned my face to the side and laid my cheek on the wooden floor, watching him from the corner of my eye. He looped two separate ropes around each of my ankles, securing them with the frog ties he had done on my legs earlier. He laid the ropes on the ground and worked his way upwards. His hand snaked under my stomach, looping a rope securely around my waist and tying another knot. The final rope was looped at the back of the chest harness and around my wrists.
I heard the jingle of the metal ring as he grabbed it and began to thread the rope through. I couldn’t see what was happening, but the ropes got tighter and tighter, pulling me backwards into a hogtie position.
‘Are you ready?’ he asked when he was finished. I quickly nodded, excited to be see what would happen next. He walked back to the door and began to pull at the rope, the ring lifting higher and higher into the air. Eventually the rope pulled tightly against me, beginning to lift me into the air.
Everything felt so tense, my eyes fixated on him, watching for any signs that he was struggling with my weight. He showed no sign of this however, easily pulling the rope and lifting me high into the air. He tied the rope securely again and moved to stand next to me, pushing me gently and sending me spinning.
‘How does it feel?’ he asked. I didn’t reply with words, humming slightly as I enjoyed the feeling of weightlessness.
