Tied UP and Fucked and…?

I took a shibari class recently and I had a hard time learning the simple knots from the teacher that I was paired up with that day.  So I decided that I would probably stick to being tied up instead. I hadn’t been suspended in a really long time, and since watching all the BDSM porn on kink.com with all the girls being tied and fucked real good, of course it was on my mind.  So I went to a Soiree for one of the biggest kink fetish parties in Tokyo and had reached out to the organizer to see if I could dance on the pole there. He said to come to meet him at the soiree and dance on the pole for him. His profile photo was of him suspending someone, so I asked if he did suspensions and if he could do that to me.  He was happy to oblige. I showed up at the venue and changed into my 6” heels and stripper dress. There was a roomful of about 30 folks in a small bar in Ebisu and a pole in the center. Music was playing the club but it was set at a soft volume so that people could have conversations. I told one of my good friends in Tokyo to meet me there, he was a nice service sub friend, he helped me move and had a nice service submissive side to him that I really really liked but we were just friends most of the time.  I realized that every time we went out he always bought me drinks, which is, believe me a rare thing in Tokyo when a guy buys you drinks. I needed a few shots to get my guts up to get on the pole because, it's been some time for me since I’ve been publicly exotic and erotic. I think the last time I was on a pole was perhaps New Years Eve 2016. That was a fun night. The reason I’m willing to be freaky spontaneously and provide gratuitous entertainment to the people of Japan instead of working for tips like I do in America, is because Japan is such a sexually repressed society that I need an outlet to let out my goddess energy and I’m almost willing to pay for it in a way by dancing for free.  I got to crawl around and flirt with people, Japanese and foreigner and most of the people were really friendly, sexy and nice. My friend was practically running to catch my shoes if I fell out of them and that was strangely turning me on. It came time for the master to suspend me and with a few drinks inside my body, I was ready. Suspension is always exhilarating, slightly painful and energetically orgasmic. You slip into sub space where the apex of your orgasm is when you are finally lifted off of the grown. You don’t know how you are going to be tied or at what exact moment you will be lifted, but when you finally do, it’s nothing short of amazing. And then almost as soon as you were lifted up, master starts the process of taking you down.  You are never up there for too long, for safety reasons. I was being spanked all night long by various party go-ers. I’m not super submissive, but that night I was sort of playing into that role, it was fun. As master was tying me he would touch my nipples or graze his wrist through my thigh or past my clitoris and create more excitement. Although I had seen lots of suspension and hog tied porno clips on the kink site, the thing you need to know about suspension is that you actually don’t need to have physical sex to make it energetically orgasmic. The rope is sexual enough and the final suspension, as I explained is enough of a great and different feeling from physical sex that fucking seems like it would change it. I had a wonderful time at this party.  I bonded with the master and agreed to meet him sometime during the week. He was also from California and only in Japan for two weeks, but came through often to promote his parties. We got on really well. The next night I was instructed to meet him at 10:30 with sexy panties under my over clothes for our date. It was freezing cold snowy this weekend in Tokyo but I was prepared to submit to him because he had demonstrated his expertise in topping me already. We went for a drink at a bar near his airbnb. He ordered a bottle of red Dark Horse and we got wonderfully buzzed and headed upstairs to his apartment. He blindfolded as soon as I walked in the door and he even had to lead me to the bathroom to pee. Everything that happened next went really fast. It was totally consensual, nothing bad happened, except that I was not yet horny enough to want his dick before he started fucking me.  He hog tied me and put a vibrator on top of my clit and proceeded to attempt to orgasm torture me, except…i’m not really a clitoral orgasm girl like most ladies. Because I was subbing for him, i wasn’t giving instruction or much feedback during, but merely tying a vibe to my pussy wasn’t cutting it. I need fingers inside me for everything to work. Oral and everything included without G spot stimulation is just a not effective. My pussy wasn’t even wet and he couldn’t really gage this. Or maybe he could tell. He had to put lube inside me to enter and he was fucking me and soon it all ended. I remember thinking in a drunken stupor, gee should I just go to sleep or leave now? I guess we're done but, i'm too drunk to have the energy to get up and get out. Again, I wasn't feeling hurt or violated, just kinda like I just fucked a client and I didn't want to stick around. He crawled up to the bed to sleep and I fell asleep on the futon on the floor. Disappointment was swirling in my brain as I went to sleep. It’s good that he was in a separate bed because if sex is disappointing the last thing I usually want to do is cuddle. I usually want to leave and never look back.  

Just a Simple Knot

I took a rope tying class with a sub the other day.  4 hours of twisting jute rope under the direction of a French dominant that, in my opinion was not a good teacher.  I suppose he was trying to be a dominant, or perhaps he wasn’t even trying, he just was being himself. I was trying to tie the basic honmusubi knot, which is the basis of all the other knots that create things like suspending helpless naked women from the ceiling.  Rope tying, perhaps, isn’t my forte I was thinking. I remember trying to rock climb once, and I just lost interest because I couldn’t get the hang of it after a few hours, surfing went a similar way.  I think learning curves can’t just go straight down before the student gives up. There has to be a little upwards momentum. My sub seemed to quite content to be tied up in the same way again and again.  He was happy watching the intermediate classes do suspensions, which I can imagine was quite a see. The female models were quite flexible and skilled at bottoming for their tops. I’ve participated once before as a bottom/model for another class, and I actually also had a good time just observing.  When you are a model in these classes you get to attend the class for free. I met one of the better friends that I have here in Tokyo as a result of modeling for that class. The master artist Hajime Kinoko was in that class, so meeting him was quite the highlight. Not to be overly starstruck but, I definitely admire his artwork more than just in a sexual way.  Even having him molest me while i was tied up was a weird part of the thrill. That class was only 3 hours long and I found that it was much more satisfying than this last one, and i wasn’t even doing the rope typing. The teacher I just had was trying to teach me by shaming me, and that actually never really works. I teach every day in Japan, so I feel like I have a right to critique when someone is not effectively teaching a beginner something that allows them to at least have some upward momentum up a steep learning curve.  French instructor comes back and looks at my work,”This is not what I just taught you. This is something else. Why would try to do exactly what you just do knowing that it didn’t work before? Expecting different results?” The basic part of the knot was the part that I just couldn’t get. If you twisted it just slightly a different way, the knot would turn into the “wrong knot” and the whole thing was wrong. I would try to do my best to copy what he just did, but my short term technical memory is quite bad, which is part of the reason why following seemingly simple directions, such as directions from a train station can be quite challenging for me.  It started to make me feel really bad about myself. I was getting jealous of this non Japanese man’s fluent Japanese, but not too much so. I was glad that I had the option to take the class in English because if I also had to learn how to tie ropes and translate in Japanese, my brain would probably explode in more frustration than i could handle for they day. Luckily I had my sub, who was funding this whole adventure in frustration, and he was hungry and willing to feed his goddess. We walked around the area to different restaurant windows and then I instructed him how to pull out my chair, take my jacket and feed and inebriate me. So that my frustration could settle into satisfaction.