Erotic Rope Massage

I copied this right out of one of my journals. It's not much of anything, but my lifestyle might surprise many. Nothing short of all will satisfy man, right?

I had a friend curious about certain interests of mine. Namely shibari, or erotic macrame. It was simply to be an academic discussion, but, as always, as I talked more about it, I growled... I got excited, bit my lip... I think just watching my expressions change became more interesting than the words i was saying. I flipped back and forth from the point of view of the top (the one doing the loving) and the bottom (the one being loved).
This person talked about a very unpleasant experience with an ex boyfriend. He tied her up and took advantage. There were no safe words, and the whole experience felt ugly. It was an awful story. The bottom is to be caressed and made to feel exceptional, even when it is getting beaten.
When I approach a cute little pet, I do like when she shrinks away a little. Even when there is this incredible trust, it's nice to see a little adrenaline pump through her. It means that she is going to notice every... single... time... I touch her skin. Lights will flash in her head as she mentally pictures my interactions.
The ropes are soft and elegant. It is silk that is gracing the skin and supporting it and holding it in place. Next time you go to a store that sells chains, pick up a pile of delicate links and let them slide around your hands and arms. See? It doesn't hurt. Shibari is sexy. The knots are pretty, as well as functional. This beautiful ermine before me is going to look her best.
I like my pet to daydream. Don't entertain me, don't be charming or tell me how you are good at this or bad at that. It's nerves, soon you'll be caught up in the moment, and your sentences will be reduced to single words. Relax and feel the attention as i make my loops and ties. I am a therapist of sorts, and it is important that to trust me. Coos and meows are always appreciated, so long as they aren't premeditated (that's a bad kitty). I praise my loved one and pet them while I make sure everything is properly held. It is intensely exciting to explore every inch of someone while I work. Circulation isn't cut off, and really, my little friend can just let herself be carried away. I'm in control.
Now, this by itself is a tasty dish. This wonderful creature is bound with beautiful patterns, held in a cute little sweater. Oh alright... a few kisses on the throat. Oh and maybe the belly. And maybe down around... oh no you don't. If this is all of shibari you get to experience, then you still have a lot. There is still a lot of trust to make it this far.
But sometimes, after feeling those bonds hold you like a delicious embrace simultaneously hugging your entire body, you ask for a little comfort. What's that? I thought I told you to ask nicely, or not at all. Now, if you've ever held a baby or watched someone else calming their infant, quite often, it's those gentle pats on the bottom that reassure the child and put him or her back to sleep. Why would I do any less for my baby. The skin is very sensitive, so I pat it, or a drape something over it, back and forth. This works everywhere. Just close your eyes and enjoy. This is all for you. You konw... anyone can have sex with you. They get off... MAYBE you get off... they leave... but this... You are not being used. You are being possessed.
I love gooseflesh. It's like little baby birds crying for a meal. Ok birdies... I will indulge.
So the skin sometimes gets numb. You have to pat a little harder. I use my hands, but they aren't made of stone... or wood. Maybe something just a little firmer. The skin tightens, so the little pats are absorbed everywhere. You can tell the excitement is rising because the skin will blush and smile and tell you. There is no need to fear banging a poor little hand into a wall or lamp, they are secured. Just make sounds so I know you are still with me. And remember our safe word -- if I hear it, even unconvincingly, your dream ends (and so I've chosen as our safe word "antidisestablishmentarianism"... I'm teasing... you know it's "Mozart"). The ropes are firm, but not painful, and we can actually support you if you'd prefer to stand, hang (keep one toe on the ground, please), or lean over something... a nice soft pillowy chair? What a good kitty. You get a snack. Let me just towel you off a little.
So, the path from here gets narrower. Those who brave it can experience a little world in the twilight. The real world melts away behind you, and as excitement builds, feelings change... things you THOUGHT hurt now just throb. Ticklishness leaves. The skin is stronger and wants something a little more fulfilling. I will spare the details, but honestly, isn't it fun to go to work the next day with a little sting somewhere to remind you of what you experienced? (...and he walked to the wall and pulled down a strong leather strap. This will do.)