I wish I were a “Rope Slut”…
But as much as I’ve tried, I’m just not. I have a partner who loves rope and fancy rope work and I mean.. I’ll let him tie me up, but I’m not really one to beg for it (like I can be with other types of play) and I really don’t get into it. I don’t find anything special about suspensions either.
Maybe it’s because I was a little monkey growing up. I hung off of anything I would hang off of anything I could climb and I could climb up almost anything. We had this long bar on our playground and I would spin around, do tricks and dismounts. But most of the time, suspension feels the same way. It’s not some new and wondrous feeling. I feel like I’m 5 years old and hanging off the jungle gym. It’s fun.. but not sexy. I’m pretty sure most self identified rope sluts don’t feel that way.
Am I missing something? What is it that people get off to about rope if there’s no predicament, challenge, or pain? Sometimes I feel like a failure. I know that not everyone is into everything. But when my rope-loving partner gets into one of those moods, I sometimes feel like I’m a disappointment. Rationally, I know it’s silly. But emotionally, it’s this giant reminder of something I’m not good at.
I’m up for a challenge and I’d love to find a way to make a plain old rope scene sexy and get to interact on that level and consume that really positive energy that gets going during one of his rope phases. Thoughts? Ideas?
For me the thrill of rope bondage and suspension comes from very simple things. I have a fear of heights and not just very high, heights. I do not even like to be picked up. I hate having my feet off of the ground. So suspension challenges that. It puts my heart into my throat. And rope bondage is thrilling simply because I am trapped. I am at His mercy. He can do whatever He wants and there is absolutely no way that I am going to get out, unless He lets me. It’s the thrill of giving myself over to my Other.
Hum… I’ve thought about that. I don’t quite have a fear of heights. I have a fear of falling off a giant building to my death. But I suspect that’s different. And I’m an escape artist. Most of the time I end up thinking of ways to outsmart the rope and get out while I’m being tied.
Grumble. My brain is silly.