November 21st, 2013
In the mood for rope, sure, we don’t mind. A nice dinner and head to practice.
Me first, I strip down to bra and panties (quickly pulled on under the skirt). Face up or down? Face up to float? Yeah, especially with all that dinner in me.
He starts the waist, checking the hips, double coin. It has been a long time, under and through. Hooks in repeatedly to make a thicker band in the back and back around. A couple tries to get the thighs smooth and low enough. 6mm keeps rolling over itself in my thighs.
People all around, grinning and chatting. Enjoying the rope, but not falling yet. Legs done, he stands. I put my hands on opposite shoulders to clear my chest for wraps but he shakes his head. Puts my hands behind my back. Everything bending alright? Yeah, that’s fine. Taka takote, or whatever. Not my favorite for suspension, my arms are so thin, but he wants to try something.
Wrists tied off, I shift for comfort. Around the arms, wriggle shift again. Lock off the bottom wraps. Good. Now what else to do. Over the shoulders? Across the chest? He tries a few things, but nothing looks quite the way he wants. Oh well. Wrap up the back to give me good support.
Ties the chest off to the ring, and I’m gone and down. Rubbing my face against the strands, floating, smelling. Caribiners through the leg wraps. Lift rope, takes a couple tries. Too far back at first, then further forward. Second lift and we’re good, ties me off and my arms start tingling almost instantly. Is it a problem? Nope, just letting you know.
Floating, flying, zoned. gently swinging, spinning ever so slowly. Just gone. Grabs a washcloth and ties a sling for my head. Moving the fingers of my right hand every so often, just to be sure I can. Grab his finger once. Floating, free. Lovely.
He pushes me a bit more, swinging and a slightly faster spin. I relax into it, not up for the super twirl. Loving the feel of the rope and the air, even the tingling. Head sling keeps slipping tiny bits, but not much. Happy, content, loved.
And now my hands aren’t working quite so well, time to come down. Head sling first, then legs. Oh gods, the blood flow back to the arms. Leaning my head into the ropes. Breathing, but it’s not enough. Light headed, can I please sit down. Please can I sit down. He unties as quick as he can, a quick safety lesson to the crowd about keeping the chest tied until last so the bottom can’t fall. And then he’s done and lets me go to the floor. Kneeling behind me, while I rest my head on my knees, untying my arms and letting them straighten. Pulls the harness over my head. Hands off the rope to the engineer to untangle.
Blood flow normalizes, breathing resumes regular pace. Much better. He pulls me back up to my knees by the hair, so he can finish untying my legs. Wraps the rope around my neck. Breaking the law, breaking the law. But only if it’s hot. Pulls it tight a moment grinning into my wide eyes and then tosses it to me to clean up. Thank you, Sir.