D/s is more than the things that are used in a scene… it’s in the mind!
Rope is the most beautiful thing I’ve found in BDSM. It appeals to every value I have about art, from the mindful process of preparing your tools to the way you make sculptures out of flesh. You can identify a rigger by her work in the same way others can spot a Manet by his palette. You can create pain and pleasure without more than an accidental touch and finely tune the emotion of your bottom with a cleverly chosen knot. The more of rope I see, the more I respect it.
Even so, I will probably never be suspended because being bound without rope feels more restrained to me. A man who can conduct my body like an orchestra is the living, breathing jute of my fetish world.
The mind excites me. It doesn’t give me the aesthetics of shibari or the physical feeling of restraint, but a creative…
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