I was tied up all day…

I had an interesting photoshoot over the past weekend. It was ribbon and rope bondage and it was my first time being tied up like that. As always I woke up anticipating my photoshoot, jumped in the shower, fed my men, and then the time was mine to make myself look pretty. Since I was planning on the red lipstick I wanted to be conservative with my eye makeup, after all I did not want to look like a very badly made up doll, Dinka Doll, doll, lol, no pun intended.  So I went easy with my eyes, opted in for a smoky light look. Topped it off with red mani and pedi and I was good to go. I jumped in my car, turned on my book and took off.

Upon arrival I met my rope specialist Robbie, it was a first time I was meeting him, as far as photographer, and I have shot with him before on many occasions. He proved to be reliable, fun, very professional and what's more important – he is a good photographer, who got me published.  

After I dressed, or better say undressed I came out to get tied up, and before Robbie took out my red ribbon, he took both of my hands in his, his hands felt very warm, and tender. He looked into my eyes and very calmly asked: “do you have any allergies to hemp? Do you have any blood circulation problems? Do you have any poses that are too uncomfortable for you to hold for a long time? Do you suffer from diabetes?” all my answers were no, no, no, and no. And when I did not think his gaze could me more intense, it got more acute, like he needed one last confirmation from me that I will be alright. I smiled, nodded my head and he was ready to do what he does best.   

First, for the ribbon, I asked to look like a wrapped up present and I think Robbie was able to accomplish just that, I was wearing white stockings, red heels, red matching lipstick, white choker with red flower and my long hair. I was standing tall in front of him, he took out first roll of ribbon, and started wrapping me up, over my breasts, above my breasts and under, triangle going from shoulders and over the crotch, next was my arms behind my back. Once I was all set I started posing, that part went very smooth, my tied hands in the back did not bother me at all, my balance was great thanks to my daily yoga exercises, and I was able to get on my knees and get up with ease.

He undid the ribbon, letting my hands free since the ribbon was not very tight and constraining I did not have to deal with any stiffness. So here came the rope, it coiled around my body, and my legs like a treacherous snake squeezing me tighter and tighter, then came my arms once again behind my back, my legs were not tied together, so I was able to walk myself in front of the camera. I was no longer as sure and as confident as I was with the ribbon, the rope was tight but it did not hurt.

One can only turn in so many directions when bounded, so when I ran out of sides to show, I was carefully placed on the floor flat on my back. Posing turned into squirming of a body on the hardwood floor. When I did all the squirming I could on my back, Robbie came up, grabbed the handles that he made on my back and turned me over face down. Pillow please! was the only thing I could say, by this point, rope was cutting into my ribs and my belly, I could not turn my head to make any adjustments, because my hair was being pulled back and tied to my feet. Of course, Larry brought the pillow out. I am laying there on the floor, and thinking to myself I can totally understand the binding when you are being played with, but just lying there on the floor, all tangled up like a fly in the web just uncomfortable and not as much fun. Ok, I take it back, it is fun, after all, it's a new experience, and even though I know that my husband will never want to play like that, I will take that savoir-faire with me and let my imagination run wild….

I can only imagine how hot it must feel when your partner gently runs his hands over you, accidentally touching tender parts of your body while encasing you in rope, restricting movement, and couple slaps on the ass, pinch here and there, followed by a gentle caress. Then unwrapping is also a welcome part when you can finally move free without constriction. 

Will I do this kind of shoot again? Absofuckinglutely I will, and then again and again.