Dining in a Rope Harness

Okay so I owe my readers an update regarding what took place over the past few days, so here we go:

As you know, S. decided that it would be great fun (for him that is), to place me in a bondage rope harness and then have me go out to dinner with friends that way. I was dreading it because he has put me in it a couple of nights previously, and it quickly became very difficult to bear. And the thought of not only having to wear the harness for several hours, but having to act perfectly normal in public while doing so, was daunting.

The harness consists of a loop around the back of the neck and then three knots about a handspan apart going down the front of my torso: One directly on the collarbone, one right above where the breasts start, and one right below the breasts. Then the rope is brought between my legs and pulled tight so it rubs directly against my clit and is as deep as possible in my butt crack. The rope is pulled up my spine and pulled through the part around my neck, making it a single tight loop so no matter which way I bend, it pulls on my pussy and anus. Then the rope is wrapped back and forth around my torso and the areas between the knots so it forms a harness above and around my breasts and belly area, making it all even tighter. The ultimate result is that the chest is constricted somewhat and no matter what position you are in, constant pressure is exerted on the pussy and anal areas, and any movement causes chafing in the most sensitive and vulnerable places.

I can't say that I was very gracious about it when S. put the harness on me. I immediately began to freak out, because I was so afraid that my vanilla friends would catch sight of the bright purple bondage rope running around my neck. I fretted about what to wear and changed my mind several times before settling on a Hoodie because I could pull the ties close together and pull the hood close around my neck, shielding my neck from sight. For good measure, and from sheer paranoia, I added a scarf as well. I was so afraid that the knots were visible beneath the fabric though, or that my friends would question why I was wearing a hoodie plus a scarf indoors. So I was pretty whiny while getting dressed and I distinctly remember telling S. several times that I didn't like him at all any more while he drove us to the restaurant. He kept reassuring me that nobody would know anything was up...that is as long as I didn't have that tortured look on my face the entire time. lol.

The ride to the restaurant sucked: I had barely had time to adjust to the harness at all, I was terrified by the prospect of wearing the bondage rope in public even though it wasn't visible, and my clit was already burning. S. drove and I was supposed to be giving him directions but I was so preoccupied by what was happening with the rope, I could barely focus on anything. I have driven the route a thousand times, but when S asked me which way to go, it was as if I'd never been on that road before. He'd say: "Do I turn left at the next light?" And I'd look confused and say "No." Then when we got to the next light, I'd say "Oh, turn left! Turn left!" And poor S. would have to turn at the last minute. He kept teasing me, saying: "Jeez, sweetie, I don't know why you're so unfocused tonight!" And I'd growl at him in frustration.

Anyway, I managed to act more or less normal once we got to the restaurant and greeted our friends. Fortunately, they were already seated so I didn't have to hug them hello. One of my biggest fears had been them feeling the rope harness when we hugged. But I made it unscathed into my seat, and put on my best act throughout the meal. It was so weird to sit there in a public place, knowing that I was wearing bondage rope under my clothes, and feeling them every time I moved in any direction. I was so afraid the waiter or other people around me would guess what was going on and I worried constantly about blushing. I kept seeing S. smirk out of the corner of my eye, but I couldn't really look at him because turning my head and torso that far was torture. As a result, I was forced to stare ahead most of the meal, and couldn't read his face at all.

The harness already was tight and uncomfortable at the start of the meal. But, by the end, my constant laughing at funny things my friends said and all the movement from riding in the car, walking to the restaurant, etc had caused a tremendous amount of chafing and the entire area down there felt like it was on fire. I was trying very hard not to show the discomfort on my face.

Then, S. decided to spice things up by casually putting his arm around me and pulling on the harness at various points on my neck and back. A pretty hilarious battle ensued where he tried to tug, and I tried to push my entire body as hard as I could against the back of the booth, trapping his arm so he couldn't tug, while both acting completely normal. We smiled and nodded and made polite talk while he tried to surreptitiously yank on the ropes and I tried to discretely crush his arm. I have no idea if my friends noticed anything, but at least they had the grace not to say anything about it.

At the end of the meal, I put on my coat and quickly air kissed my friends, forgoing the usual hugs. Just before we left the table, one friend commented that I had dropped my napkin, and I reflexively bent over without thinking, to pick it up. I immediately realized my mistake as the ropes bit so deep into my clit and anal area, I wasn't able to suppress gasping "Oh Jesus". Fortunately, in the hustle and bustle of leaving the table, the only one that heard me was S., so I straightened up and tried to compose my face from the look of pain I knew was on it, and hurried out of there. By the time we got to the car, I was just desperate to remove the harness. The drive home was worse than the drive to the restaurant as I felt ever single bump in the road, dip and turn chafing my already raw skin. I had to endure it for a few more minutes until we got home and then I practically ran to the bathroom to take it off. It was a complete blessed relief to remove it at long last!!! The area of rope that had been between my legs was soaked through and all of my private areas had been rubbed raw and stung like crazy.

When I took a bath, the water hitting that area brought tears to my eyes and I soaked for a long time to try to ease the pain. After my bath, I asked S. how he had enjoyed the evening, and the wide grin on his face told me that he had enjoyed a lot more than just the steak...

After Dinner

I have one word to sum up dinner tonight with the bondage rope harness tightly between my legs:

CHAFING!!!!!

Owwwwwwwwwieee!!!

Dinner Tonight

I am home from work now and S. has told me that he will be placing me in the bondage rope harness he put me in the other night for our outing with friends tonight. We are all supposed to go out to eat at a restaurant together. When he told me, my face was like :O !!!  I kept waiting for him to say "Psych! Just kidding!" But, unfortunately for me, he isn't kidding. OMG. After having experienced that harness the other night, I know exactly how tight that thing is and how it bites mercilessly into my clit and butt crack. Sitting down is going to be torture!!! And my friends are vanilla and know nothing at all about anything like this, so I'll have to try to act completely normal. This is going to suck for me!!! S. keeps teasing me and saying I'll have to work hard not to whimper no matter how the rope tortures me throughout the meal.... >_>

So I guess I'll be blogging later tonight or tomorrow about how it all goes tonight. Wish me luck! My stomach is doing flip flops! I'm afraid my face will be flaming red the entire time and they'll ask me why I keep squirming. Arrrrgh, this night is going to be CRAZY.

The Master

The following post is written by S., my darling Dom while I was at work today: It will give you a perspective into his devilish mind. Enjoy!

Jade



         Today, I will be submitting my ideas and thoughts regarding the event that I orchestrated for my dirty slave. It has been known that my slave has been blogging about our daily events on a regular basis. Well, she is at work right now, so I believe it is time for me to write on her blog for once. I mean the Doms and Subs have a right to see my point of view too, Right?  A countless number of Jade's experiences have been posted after each scenario that I developed. And today I will give the reader a sneak peak into my mind.

         My slave is driving to work right now. I was nice enough to send her to work today with wet panties. I have also left quite a few welts on her ass to claim my territory over the past few days. So as she drives right now, she has to contend with a sore ass from the whip and a wet pussy that is dripping onto her panties. I hope she truly enjoys helping out her clients and coworkers, as her damp panties begin to press deeply into her wet pussy. Her ass emitting a dull pain that sparks the fear of her master waiting at home with different scenarios juggling inside my head for my dirty slave.

          This isn't my blog so I won't dabble into my past and reveal everything about my perspective of each event with my slave, but I figured I would go over my hot and cold scenario with the double bullet toy that I put my slave through yesterday. My mind is quite strange if I might be frank, when it comes to putting together each scenario. I don't go onto websites nor do I talk to other Doms and Subs in relationships to gain creative ways to tease and discipline my slave. Instead, I can just be walking along, and suddenly an event will pop in my head randomly. I don't put very much advance thought into my scenarios. I just let them flow into my head whenever they want. I believe that is the style that works best for my mind, and it suits me and Jade.

         I've always been fascinated with placing my slave in each scenario that is conjured into my head, such as, hot and cold scene I put her through yesterday. Obviously, this isn't anything unique in retrospect, a mere children's game that can serve (I.E. "Marco Polo"). My job is to find a way to transform these games into something especially for my slave. So that's how I came up with Hot and Cold game idea. The double bullets with the remote was perfect to do the job!

         I baited each room with a few toys for my slave as she bathed in peace, unaware of my actions. A rush of ecstasy burst into my body as I planted each toy, imagining her blindfolded and on her hands and knees, attempting to locate each one. But I had to be mindful at the same time: some of the toys are hard to find due to their shape and size so I placed beacons on a few toys such as using my shirt with the vibrator, or else used verbal commands to give her a hint of what to look for in each room. My scenarios require my slave to submt her body to me as each toy tests her endurance with either pain with pleasure. If it is a plug. I set up a condition for insertion until she finds the next toy. If it is a dildo or wand, I set up a condition for a time limit. This is depending if the vibrators have buttons to control each level of stimulation. So I simply just divide the time into intervals for each level of stimulation.

         Watching Jade at the end of the scenario is the greatest ecstasy, whether I'm fucking her deeply in the ass, pussy or mouth. I love making her dirty as my cum fills her up or drips off her breasts and runs down her pussy. Some of the gags we use cause her to drool copiously until a puddle is formed below her on the ground. I love making her my dirty slave and my scenarios are designed to make her be dirty every night.

         Now for a sneak preview that Jade doesn't know about yet: Tonight will be fun: Jade and I are heading to a restaurant with some friends to eat and socialize, but my slave won't be in her normal condition. I have decided to place the bondage rope on her under her clothes, in the same harness I put on her the other night. She will have to bear the feeling of it tightening around her and biting into her tender areas as she moves and adjusts to sitting tonight. Her friends will have no clue what is going on and what will they think as they hug each other tonight for old time sakes and feel the harness I have placed on her under her clothes? She will surely be mortified! This will be an interesting evening out for both of us!

I've also planned to plant my slave on her knees, with the spreader bar forcing her legs apart, on the floor at the end of the bed as her hands are tied to the bed posts. Her body will form an X pattern as I bite, lick and suck against her nipples to make them sensitive and then use the whip against her breasts for the first time. I'll make sure her mouth is full of my cock as I become hard and prepare to pound against her pussy tonight as she remains helplessly tied against the end of the foot-board. This will be a lovely night for my slave!

First Anal & Bondage Harness

We drove home on Sunday after one final gourmet breakfast and checking out of the inn, and spent a lovely afternoon at home, cuddling in front of the TV, watching movies. S. kept up the routine of playing with my nipples nonstop so I was very very very horny by the time the movie ended and all wet. He seems to delight in keeping me constantly horny and then teases me about what a “dirty slave” I am, and tells me he doesn’t understand why I’m wet all the time.

I’d been asking S. if I could have the privilege of washing him when he took a bath for the last couple of days, but he kept saying no. But he did call me in after his bath that afternoon and tossed me a towel and said, “Dry me, slave!”  I was so happy to be able to serve him in that way!  I carefully used the towel to dry every inch of him. I did his top first and then knelt and dried his legs and then his cock and balls very very carefully. He turned around so I repeated the procedure for his backside as well. Then I checked to make sure that he was pleased with the way I had done it. He was! J It made me smile a lot!!! S. knows that I have a terrible time with any type of titles and he’s promised me that I will call him “Master” again before he leaves. But he knew I wouldn’t say it so easily. So he commanded me to say “Thank you, Sir.” After drying him off. I flushed bright red and stared at the floor and said “Thank you, Sir.” In a tiny voice.  I hoped that would be good enough. But apparently it wasn’t: S. grabbed my hair and forced my head up to face him, saying “Look at me!” I stared into his eyes, unable to move my head away, and he said: “Now say it again.” I cut my eyes away a couple of times, gathering my courage and then repeated “Thank you, Sir” in my small voice and he was finally satisfied. He let go of my hair and I immediately looked at the floor once more.

After that, the rest of the evening became progressively more interesting.  S. had indicated earlier that day that he wished for me to cook him lamb chops so I happily did. It was his first time tasting lamb and he loved it!!!! It makes me so very happy to be able to please him in that way! :D After that, S. decided that he wanted to do the dishes for me. I keep telling him that he isn’t supposed to be doing any work at all! That I can and will happily do absolutely everything for him!!! But I guess he has his own ideas on the topic lol. Because he told me that he was the Dom and could do whatever he wanted and that if I didn’t shut up and learn my place, I could kneel in the kitchen doorway and watch him in silence until he was done with the dishes. So after that, I stopped voicing my objections, although I still felt very very twitchy and useless, watching him move around my kitchen cleaning up for me!!!!

Then things got kind of crazy. We went to the bedroom and he put the spreader bar back on me. I was on my hands and knees, so the bar spread me very wide back there. Then S. attached the wrist restraints and used the bondage rope to attach the wrist restraints to the center of the bondage bar, running the rope between my arms and legs. I was still on all fours, bent over with my ass in the air, but the difference was that I couldn’t take a header off the bed or move away now that my wrists and ankles were connected. He then inserted the bit gag, and proceeded to whip my ass soundly. It hurt! He moved very quickly and I didn’t hear him pick up the whip, so the first lash took me completely by surprise. When it hit, I jumped so hard, my hands and knees all left the bed simultaneously. S. enjoyed that. And with the spreader bar, I couldn’t even wiggle from side to side, the way I normally do, and the bondage rope prevented me from lunging forward either. By the time he was done, my ass HURT and I had drooled all down my chin. S. would come over periodically and yank my head up by the hair and ask how I was doing. With the gag in place, and halfway in subspace, all I could do was groan unintelligibly back.

After he was done placing welts all over my ass, S. inserted the largest butt plug once again, causing me to moan. Then he brought out the double bullet vibrator. He placed the first bullet deep inside my pussy, and then used the second one in a way I would never have anticipated: He held it right against the base of the butt plug, causing the entire plug to vibrate deep in my ass! I about lost it when he did that. I groaned, and squirmed and wiggled as far as the spreader and restraints would let me, which wasn’t far at all. Despite all my desperate movements,  S. continued to press the bullet right against the plug, making me crazy with the vibration deep inside my ass.  The sensation was simply insane, and I wasn’t sure I could stand it, but I had no other choice. So S. continued to torment me until he was satisfied, while I wriggled, moaned and groaned desperately fighting it. When he was FINALLY done, he removed the restraints and let me recover for a while.

Later on that night, S. became very hard while we were cuddling in bed, and decided it was time for my first session of anal. So he had me kneel on the edge of the bed with my ass presented and spread my legs. I did as I was told. In a way, this was harder than anything yet, because I’ve been so terrified of anal and there were no restraints keeping me in place. I had to use sheer willpower not to bolt away from him, and lock my muscles in place instead. My heart was beating so very hard, I thought it would explode. I could hear S. behind me, putting on a condom and I started trembling in fear of what was to come. I buried my head in the comforter and gripped it in both fists, and just tried to hang in there and not move. Then I heard the lube bottle and next thing I knew, his finger was deep in my ass. It’s bad enough having something inserted in there, but the in and out, in and out sensation is enough to make me want to leap through the nearest window, glass and all. But I knew I had to remain still, so I grit my teeth, arched my back, and did.

I could hear him lubing up his cock and fought the urge to turn around and peek to see how wide he was. I was so afraid that this was going to hurt terribly! Then, the next thing I knew, his cock was in my ass!!!!!! It was so fast!!! Not at all what I had expected! I had imagined it having to be pushed in slowly and ripping my anus apart as it went. But it was inside me in the flash of an instant and S. started pounding against me. The in and out sensation was pretty awful, but I was so insanely relieved that it wasn’t horribly painful, I remained still and didn’t move until he was done. By this time, I was most of he way into subspace: The willpower it had taken for me to submit and remain in position without bolting away had completely drained me, and after spending so much time on my hands and knees recently, my trembling muscles ached.

When S. went to the bathroom to wash and clean up, I just collapsed a little onto the bed on my belly with my legs still bent and spread. By the time he came back, I was still that way, just trying to remember how to breathe. He came over and asked me some questions about the experience, but all I could do was mostly nod or shake my head.  As always, when I am in subspace, S. took care of me. He sat on the bed and let me curl up with my head on his lap. He patted and stroked me and told me he loved me and made me feel safe until I was able to sit up and speak again. (I never have any sense of time when this happens so I have no idea how long it took).

Once I was better, S. announced that he had decided that I was going to sleep in a bondage rope harness tonight. This was almost too much for me to bear at this point, after enduring the whipping, the butt plug, and now my first time with anal. So I just stared at him, trying to figure out whether he was teasing me, or was serious. I guess I figured out he was serious when he told me to get the laptop so we could look at the diagram… So I obeyed. And he told me to stand up and then followed the directions on the screen to create the harness.

This was my first time in bondage rope, and I had no idea what to expect. It was the weirdest sensation!!! The harness ran between my legs, so both ropes were pulled tight, chafing against my pussy and pulled tight, deep within my butt crack, then running up my spine to be reconnected to the rope around my neck, and finally weaving a pattern around my torso that made the entire harness tight. By the time the final knots were tied, the harness felt very tight around me, and any movement at all caused the rope between my legs to chafe mercilessly either against my clit or my anus. The sensation was maddening.

S. seemed very pleased with himself and ordered me in bed. Just getting into the bed made me immediately realize that I was in trouble. There was no position at all that was even remotely comfortable and he told me to get on my left side and then curled up behind me, tugging a rope now and then, just to make it worse. In that position, the rope bit cruelly into my clit, causing both pain and arousal. And I couldn’t straighten out or wiggle to adjust my position because S. was directly behind me, spooning me. I immediately felt myself begin to drip. I groaned and whined quite a lot over the next few minutes, which just seemed to make S. grin even harder, and when I complained that any tiny movement caused the rope to chafe more against my pussy and anus, he simply responded: “That’s the whole point! Good night, slave!” and turned over and faced the other way, leaving me there in misery.

I turned out the light as ordered and lay there, wondering how in the world I was ever going to fall asleep at all. I kept whimpering quietly, so S. finally said that if I hadn’t fallen asleep within a half an hour, he might release me from the harness. Unfortunately for me, I usually look at my phone to see what time it is, and the phone was a long reach away from the bed, on the shelf. And the LAST thing I felt like doing right then was stretching, causing the harness to bite even more deeply into my sensitive parts. So I just lay there and wondered what time it was. After a short while, I could hear S. snoring gently. At that point, I nearly kicked him! It seemed so unfair that I was lying there, bound and wildly horny and with a constant biting, tugging sensation in my most sensitive areas, while he snored away peacefully. Fortunately, I mastered my impulse, and didn’t kick him or anything else.

Finally, after I have no idea how long, I dozed off, exhausted by the day’s events. I woke up sporadically through the night, each time I tried to move or adjust my position in the bed, the resulting tightening and cruel bite of the ropes would immediately wake me up. The night went on this way until maybe 3 or 4 am when S. woke up as well. He asked whether I wanted the harness removed and I nodded and said please!!!! So he removed it and my god what a relief it was!!! The rope left an interesting pattern of marks and some chafe areas on my body. After that, I slept much much better! It was such a blessed relief not to have anything pulling and chafing against my sensitive areas!!!

In the morning, the rope marks were all gone, but the chafed areas were still red and a bit raw. I didn’t really pay much attention to them, until I sprayed my perfume on before going to work and nearly jumped out of my skin: The alcoholic base of the perfume caused the chafed areas on my chest to burn like mad! I had to wipe tears from my eyes before I could continue to get dressed.

Japanese Rope Bondage

Japanese rope bondage is one of the first things you will learn about if you start investigating bondage. Unlike using leather or metal restraints to simply secure a submissive in place, Shibari, as it is called, is an entire art form!!!

The masters of this type of bondage form intricate patterns on their subs' bodies with the rope, creating restraints and harnesses that are beautiful to behold. I will admit, that I have always been a fan of the images I've seen of this type of work!

I had mentioned it to S. and he too seemed to enjoy the various amazing rope creations. Then, he found this while looking for instructions on how to tie his necktie in a windsor knot:

S. immediately decided that this was a wonderful idea, particularly the final step where it says: "You can even wear clothes over it, and no-one will be able to tell it's there!" He laughed sadistically and told me that he was definitely going to create a rope harness and then go out shopping or to dinner with me, just to see my reaction!

I was like omfg when he said this, because I know full well that I would probably be beet red and be completely flustered the entire time, and I told him so.

His response? "That's the point, sweetie!"

Oh boy...