Harnessing myself

I must admit I am enjoying ML Slave Puppets new rope meme. This week the task is a chest harness. In these days of social isolation it is giving me something to do that is a challenge but also has me getting my camera out to capture the results.

Last week Michael helped with the tie but this week he was not really in the mood. Rope has never really been his thing which is why it has not ever really featured here on my blog, up till now.

So my choices are either give up or do it myself. I went for the DIY option this week and I am rather pleased with the results especially because today my upper arms and the muscles across my back and down both my sides are literally screaming at me as a result of the weight circuit training I did in my garden yesterday. Twisting my arms round my back and trying to follow the instructions at the same time was made all the more challenging by that fact those muscles are sore and tight but I was determined to complete my mission

And complete it I damn well did.

I am not going to show you that back because it was far from perfect but it was tied. I actually had to go and get Michael to untie it once I was done because I had done such a good job. Having said that I now kind of wish I had taken a picture of the back because considering I tied it myself I actually think it looked OK. The only bit I couldn’t do was the final finish that weaved up between the shoulder blades on the Shinju chest harness. My hands don’t tend to go that far round and high up my back at the best of times and certainly not when everything aches like it does today.

I just wished it ached for another reason.

I wished it ached because I fought him.

I wish I ached because he had won and held me down and beaten me black and blue.

I wish my nipple were sore because he had pulled and twisted on them until I cried out in protest.

I wish I ached because of the bruises he had left littered across my flesh.

I wish my thigh hurt from where he had driven me down onto my knees.

I wish my lips were sore and my jaw tender from where he prided it open and relentless fucked my mouth.

I wish we had to wash the rope afterwards because it was covered in his come.

I wish he had tied this chest harness on me.

He didn’t. Not this time, but one day he will.

Today though, I am just happy and glad I did because it made me feel good and also reminded me that despite being in my late 40’s and not exactly toned and trim my body actually looks rather lovely when trussed up in a bit of rope.

Today has mostly been a really tough day. I am tired and emotional and quite frankly I hate everything right now. But today was made better by rope and I am glad I spent the time on myself and just tried to forget about everything else just for a tiny little bit.