I haven’t gotten to just float in ages. We’ve worked on a few harnesses, trying to adjust for my aging and expanding body. The pandemic stress has not been kind. But it has been a long time since I’ve just gotten to go up and stay there a while. Be fucked with while floating on air.
So, I asked for assistance and/or supervision while I tied the hip harness I’ve been working on, or to be tied for a full suspension. He agreed and we set a time – 10:15am on Saturday of the con. In the All Day Dungeon during the first class block.
We both brought our rope bags, so I wasn’t fully sure which option we were going with. It was both, of course. I stripped down to underpants, something I only wear with Him for rope, if I’m wearing nothing else. He wants me to tie the harness, then will help with the rest.
I pull out my rope, and my book as He sets up the bar rig. A metal bar with circles on both ends and the middle for rigging from. Starting my tie, with him watching, I’m already warm in this slightly chilly space. Nerves running, I’ve not fully suspended from this tie for more than a minute or so. It’s too dangerous to suspend on my own, and live has been busy.
Waist wrap. Smooth it out. Glance at book for directionality. Thigh wraps, three runs up and back. Smooth it out. Check book for cross over. Three wraps on the other thigh up and back. Smooth it out. Check book for the finish. Make a solid stem across the front. Wrap up the leftovers to dangle.
Okay.
Where’s the chest harness?
I don’t have one of those. Just a single column tie?
He grins. It’s our old school way. He ties it for me, behind my back it’s hard to get flat wraps. Hooks it to the closest circle of the rig. I want to just attach the waist then lie back into it. Doesn’t have to be high, just off the ground. A couple carabiners in my hip harness, and ropes to center circle of the rig. Just tie it off right where I’m standing. Sit down into it, and then lie back. Getting the angles right, and relax into it.
My feet can still brush the ground, but my neck is the bigger concern. He grabs a cloth from his back and ties a sling to the chest uplines. Much better. I kick my feet a little and he grabs my last rope to give them a sling up to the far point of the bar. Which has stayed flat and stable this whole time.
Now, I am floating. Ecstatic that my hip harness is solid and working. He dresses one set of lines. OW! I forgot how much that extra pressure can hurt. But much better after He is done. Not fully comfortable, I’m old and only did two wraps on the waist, but I’m Floating!
He grins down at me, pushing me ever so slightly into a little swing. These are A-frames, not our old big rigs from the ceiling. I feel great. He starts poking and smacking body parts. Hands and tools. I’ve lost the timeline.
A twisted iron spike is the first thing I remember. Poking, smacking. Stabbing into my skin, my shins. Making me squeal.
There were those old red clips. Somehow gaining purchase on my thighs to sound of screeching. Your nipples? No! No? No! Too tight. He pulls out some bag clips, yeah, okay. I can’t even feel those when He puts them on. The red clips take skin with the orgasms He orders with their removal.
There was spanking at some point. First or last, it’s all a blur. His hand sending me high. I think one of the leather cocks for the deep thud. Calling out numbers to send me spiraling into orgasm.
A delightful ride of pleasure and pain. Rope and flying.
Until my chest has had enough, and we bring me down. Getting me to my wobbly feet. He pulls all the ropes He tied. Leaving the hip harness to me. Wrapping the ropes to bring me back to earth. Hugs and thank you and kisses. My hip harness lasted the entire time! It worked for a full scene! Such a great scene to start the day.
