Rope and discussions and spanking, oh my!

Tying up a pretty friend, learning new things to do with rope, a hot scene with a lady I wanted from the moment I set eyes on her, AND a conversation that left me with interesting things to ponder for days afterward- yea, I’d call that a good night.

Friday night, Dov invited a few friends over for hanging out and ropeplay of a slightly kinky variety. I’ve always been more a fan of a gathering of a dozen people or so then I am of a huge party, and this night reminded me of why. There were enough people to allow for multiple conversations, but you could easily disappear with one person and chat all night. There was a good deal of play going on, but never so much or so many people as to feel overwhelming. I love a good crazy party from time to time, but its gatherings like this I most love, be they sexy or vanilla.

So Emma and I met up after work and headed over to Dov’s, stopping on the way for
gourmet ice-cream. One more reason I love New York. .Not only do we have Mr. Softee- the more fashionable neighborhoods now seem to have ice-cream trucks serving gourmet ice cream complete with fresh fruit. Emma and I shared a cone of currant and cream, which was absolutely delicious, and then headed in to Dov’s place.

When we arrived, it was just Dov, Wendy and a friend of hers I hadn’t met before named Sakura. We sat around chatting for a while, just shooting the breeze till Sakura pulled out the rope and started trying various things.

It’s worth mentioning at this point, that my first thought on seeing Sakura was along the lines of “dear Goddess she’s yummy.” Very much my type, and when a few moments after showing up she started showing off the new lingerie she had recently acquired, my interest was only enhanced. But I was making an effort not to be flirtatious, for a few reasons. Emma and I had talked about this being a very low key night, where we were going to mostly just hang out with friends and learn some things about rope, plus the fact that it was still a small group and who knew what direction the night was going to go in play wise. Put all that together with my normal strong inclination against being “that guy”- the sleazy one who hits on people and makes them uncomfortable, and I was doing my best to just enjoy the eye candy factor she added to the evening. That being said, when she invited me to join her on the coach, and then asked me if she could practice a particular tie on her- who was I to object!

We got to chatting about gender and orientation, which is always a fun conversation- and something that has been on my mind a lot of late. Two different lunches with two new friends earlier in the week had gotten me thinking a lot about how we define gender and attraction and this conversation tied a lot of that together. Mmmm, brains.

Their friend Marcello showed up and jumped into the conversation, which quickly turned to blogging. We were talking about how people react to different posts we make, when we get inspired to write, how we decide how much information to share, and I kept thinking about what an interesting new world this sexblogger thing that I’ve dipped my toe into is, and how I’m still just figuring a lot of it out. Which also probably explains why I feel slightly odd blogging about a conversation about blogging, but there you go.
We showed each other a few fun rope tricks- in particular I learned a new way to bind the wrists which both restrains without being too tight that I’m eager to try out. I tied Emma into a rope harness- one of my favorite creations, and one of the few things with rope I consider myself quite good at, and more people started to appear.

Now the lifeblood of most of the sex blogs I read seems to be narrative, but I tend to remember evenings, particularly ones with so much going on, not as a seamless flow of events but as specific vignettes. So a few other interesting moments from the evening:

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Maja and Tyr showed up later in the evening, along with two friends of theirs. We’d had some fun times with them earlier in the summer and it was nice to see them again. Towards the end Maja and I decided tying her up would be a lovely idea, and I got her out of her shirt and bra and spent a while putting a rope corset/harness on her. She has the sort of body that is so perfectly accented by a rope outfit like that- all lush curves. I was quite pleased with the result.

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One of the other later additions to the party was a friend of Dov’s, who I’ll call K. I’d noted her around a few times and played with her a bit once, though nothing much. But at this party we wound up on the same coach. One of us made an off hand comment about connections between poly and kink, and suddenly we were having an interesting, intense discussion about relationships and dynamics and communication. What it means to be a sub, to be a dom, a top or a bottom, where the lines of power and control and pain and pleasure overlap or intersect. It was one of those long rambling discussions where the thread would be impossible to trace if you went back over it, but where you’re constantly making connections, finding new ways to see things, and one thing someone says connects back to an idea from 20 minutes and 3 topics ago.

Most of the time, when I meet people in a social setting like that, even if there is enough of an intellectual connection between us to lead to that kind of conversation, the situation precludes it. Too many people bouncing around, too many other conversations to flit off to and people to say hello to. Generally if I meet someone I seem to have a real connection with, we’ll exchange information and the real conversations start when we’re chatting online, or when we get a chance to have a meal or a drink together on our own. Having the chance, with the evening still going on around us, pretty people tying each other up, to sit and really talk like that- it was wonderful.

Later in the night I got to play a bit with her. I have a set of claws I can slip onto my fingers and do fun scratching things with, and I’d been running them along her legs off and on as we talked, dancing along that line between flirtation and friendly massage. Eventually my hands moved to her cleavage, and when her train of thought was temporarily interrupted by a pleasant sigh, I moved with more precision to her upper thighs. We were both standing at this point, so I moved behind her and raised her skirt enough to run my claws over her thighs, and when I raised the skirt high enough to expose her ass, it seemed incumbent to remind her how much nicer the claws felt on an ass that had just been spanked. Now, such a statement clearly needs scientific verification, so she was soon up against the wall, mewling deliciously as I spanked her ass, and ran the claws over the newly pink flesh.

Things didn’t progress much further, or for very long, but it was a lovely few moments. It would appear that initial research supports my afore mentioned theory. Though further research is, of course, always warranted.

The best part- I’m tempted to draw upon that old cliché about the conversation being foreplay to what happened later, but even that doesn’t quite fit. It was more- a nice finale, but not the highpoint. A lovely dessert that finishes out a marvelous meal, tying up the loose ends nicely, but not necessarily the best part of the experience.

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Then there were Tyr and Maja’s friends. I’ve not seen a more entertaining couple in some time- those two should do erotic stand up. Between this hysterically funny banter back and forth between them as he teased her about what he had planned for her and she protested to her squealing as he did wonderfully sadistic things to her, to her dress riding up her thighs and over her ass as she squirmed to get away- they could sell tickets.

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I’ve not mentioned Emma tonight- she was a bit held back from most of the evening’s activities, which, oddly, is a really good thing. One of the things we’ve learned as we’ve built our relationship together is that I’m one hell of an extrovert, while she’s much more of an introvert. We’ve had problems with that in the past, where I want us to go out and be social together, and she’d rather stay home. Over time, we’ve found a happy balance- sometime leaning more to one side or the other, but sometimes, like this night, finding a nice middle, where I can go and be social and bounce around and she can enjoy being among people but be happy to hang back and mostly just watch and listen. Every now and then as I was deep in conversation or flirting with someone yummy, my eyes would find Emma’s for a moment and we’d share a smile, and I knew all was well.

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Our last vignette of the evening takes us back to where I began- Sakura. As I mentioned I’d been quite attracted to her from the moment I laid eyes on her. We tried a few rope things on each other, and had a few nice conversations, but I wasn’t quite sure if the energy between us was flirtatious. Sometimes I just know, and other times- its not that I miss things, its just that I’ll often be intentionally a little obtuse. I’d far rather miss a subtle signal then interpret something meant as friendliness for more, and be overly aggressive with someone not eager for my advances. It’s an interesting line to walk, since my flirtation style can, not sometimes be rather aggressive in and of itself- I just try and be quite careful when it comes out to play.

Sometimes, I’ll later wind up having some fun with a person and thinking, wow, they were flirting with me all night and I missed it! With Sakura- I’m not sure. She might have been- or it might just be that when she was sitting next to K and my claws were exploring both of their thighs in turn, K took a liking to it. Or that when she had been wonderfully tied up by Dov and my hand found her ass and started to warm it, she hadn’t considered the idea of playing with me before but thought it in the moment a yummy idea. Either way I had great fun getting her to make pretty noises- first with just my hands on her ass and tits, and then later in the night with a few of Dov’s floggers that he was good enough to loan me. Apparently I left a lovely mark or two on her breasts from my hand. Yum.

When you walk into a party and your first thought is, wow that girl is yummy, and you wind up with her in just panties, your arms wrapped around her, stroking her hair as she catches her breath after you’ve had deliciously wicked things to her- good night. Very good night.