M & M Munch (Part IV) – Flying

10 Nov

Did i tell you that i took my clothes off first? 

When Sir first calls me to Him, in the suspension area, of course He directs me to take my clothes off, the black leggings, the cute tunic top in black and gray and turquoise.  “The bra too?” i ask, mostly kidding, because it’s my new bra that He bought me at Victoria’s Secret, and i do enjoy the feeling of wearing it – nothing makes me feel sluttier than wearing expensive lingerie that He picked out.  That He bought me.

Whew.  It makes me hot to remember – the whole Victoria’s Secret mystique, just being there with Him, and then at the register, with the perfect panty/bra set, and He’s paying for it – and – i don’t know –  it’s like a public declaration of what a good slut i am.   Do you all know what i’m talking about?  

And it’s a pretty bra, so i almost don’t want to take it off, but i don’t want to miss the sensation either, the feeling of the rope against my skin.  So i slip the bra off too, before i stand in the middle of the suspension rig, under the hook He will tie me to.  He has attached a big ring, dangling “caribiners,” the clips used in mountain climbing, to the hook.

Once i am prepared physically, stripped, and moving into that awareness of my body, He heightens the feeling.  He directs me to stay fully aware of my body, to communicate any discomfort to Him.   He begins to spin a web with His words, tying me to Him before He ever touches me with the rope.

Then He begins.  The rest of the room has faded away.   He starts the rope around my chest – i hold my arms up so He can wrap me. 

There is a young man who wants to learn rope, He is with us there, under the suspension rig, and Sir is describing the steps as He does them.  i had thought it might be distracting, but it’s soothing instead.  i listen, without paying attention.

“Wrap the rope like this so it stays flat,” He says, and i feel Him press the rope against my chest, demonstrating.  i’m interested in what He’s saying, but it doesn’t mean a lot.  i don’t try to understand or remember it.  i let His words run over me like warm water.  

Mostly, i feel the rope. 

He’s using a wider type of rope tonight, i don’t know why, but He says He thinks it will be more comfortable.  i think that if He says it will be, then it will.  It’s smooth against my skin, a silken rope, not rough at all.   Sensually soft, wrapping me tight, my chest, under my breasts, lifting my breasts.  Around my hips.  Around my ankles.  Wrapping round and round..

i am lost in the sensation.  Lost in Sir’s voice.  When He talks to me, the sound changes.  It is not the soothing litany of Him describing the steps He takes to bind me.  When He talks to me, it pulls me back, as if He’s tugged on the invisible rope between us.  i am totally aware that i need to listen. 

He asks, “Is that comfortable?  Does that feel ok?”

“Yes, Sir.” i say.  O, yes, Sir, it does.

“Ok, lean forward a little,” he says –

-and i do – and

– O!  Omigoodness!

Magically, i’m rising in the air – face down – lifted off the ground – suspended by a few ropes –

i’m flying –

i really am…

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     “More than anything else the sensation is one of perfect peace mingled with an excitement that strains every nerve to the utmost, if you can conceive of such a combination.”  ~~Wilbur Wright

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And i would have been perfectly happy if it had stopped there.  Instead – i hear a sound behind me –

and suddenly –

Sir is lying on the blanket on the floor under me.  i’m surprised – and delighted – to see Him there.   He’s smiling, and i think i am too.  For a minute, we’re just looking at each other and i realize – 

– i feel this rush of energy, and i’m overwhelmed with a sense of love.   

And then –

He raises his arms toward me, palms up…

i move my arms so my palms are facing His, an inch or two away from Him…

and the energy flows between us.

Then –

i feel myself begin to move.   Moving to my right, beginning to move in a circle.

He has not touched me. 

He is moving me with His hands, without touching me. 

i begin to spin…  slowly, gently spinning in the air.

i am not thinking then, not questioning.  i am just feeling and enjoying and loving the moment.

And then –

Honestly, this happened –

He stops me.

With His hands – without touching me.  He stops my spinning – and –

He reverses it.  i began to turn the other way. 

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He stops then – just one turn the other way and He gets up.  He is behind me, above me.  “Are you ready to come down?” He asks.

“Yes, Sir,” i am ready.  i’m floating, and i’m tired, and yes, it’s time to come down…

He lowers my legs first, so i can stand.  He’s explaining again to the novice, describing the steps, but i’m not listening, i’m drifting still, floating on air, both feet on the ground. 

He tells me to straighten my body, and i do.  He begins to unwrap me.   The rope comes off smoothly, whooshing over my skin.  When He gets to my ankles, He directs the young man to unwrap one ankle, and that’s nice too,  feeling them working together to let me go.

i’m off balance, almost a little dizzy.  Then there is a chair, and a blanket wrapped around me, and i’m floating still…

A short distance away, i see Mick and Molly.  They are wrapped around each other.  i smile to myself, think vaguely that they’ll be leaving soon, seeking the privacy of their hotel room, seeking sexual release…

And then they are beside me, telling me good-bye.  i think i say it again, how glad i am that they came, how nice it’s been to meet them.  But i am still barely there.

Really, the rest of the night is a blur.  i untangle some rope for Sir.  i like the feel of the rope in my hands.  It seems to take me a long time, but there’s no hurry. 

i put my clothes back on.   

There’s water, and popcorn.  

Sir talks to some people.  i think i smile and say hello.  i’m glad i’m not expected to talk much.  

i lose Sir once – i don’t know how it happened.  We are in the kitchen, i’m getting water, and i see Him go.  i follow Him, but i think i turn the wrong corner, and when i turn back, i don’t see Him.  So i wander for a little bit, from room to room, just looking for Him.  It begins to seem like a long time.  i feel almost like when i get lost –

that panicky ‘i’ll be lost forever- i’ll never find Him’  feeling –  

and then i know better.  i sit down in a chair.   i curl up in the chair, and i wait.  i know He’ll find me.

And He does.   

10 Responses to “M & M Munch (Part IV) – Flying”

  1. Mick November 10, 2010 at 6:35 am #

    Yes, you were both smiling…. It was quite a lovely scene and you’ve described it so well. You two do seem to fit very well together – whether at dinner, seeming like a vanilla couple on a date, or as he packages you up in all that rope.

    And I meant to ask D where he gets that rope. We felt it and it’s very soft. Need to get some for our own use.

  2. sweek kk November 10, 2010 at 7:07 am #

    just fantastic Aisha… what an amazing experience for you both!!

    kk

  3. aisha November 10, 2010 at 7:22 am #

    @Mick –

    Thank you! That’s kind of neat to hear, you know, given that we haven’t actually known each other that long.

    And I’m sure He’d be glad to share His source with you. I noticed you joined a rope riggers group on fetlife – are you going to be doing some rope yourself?

    @kk – thank you! Sigh. It was…

    hugs,

    aisha

  4. nilla November 10, 2010 at 8:27 am #

    Your descriptions are so visual.

    The sensations, of safety, of love, of caring, of being cared for…beautiful.

    I was wrapped up in your words as surely as if they were silken strands gathering me in, holding me until the last delightful word.

    Thanks for opening the window and letting me peek inside…

    nilla

  5. FuckToy November 10, 2010 at 10:06 am #

    I love that line . . . . “I let his words run over me like warm water.”

    I love the way you describe the rope experience. Sounds absolutely amazing!

    FT

  6. Mick November 10, 2010 at 6:52 pm #

    It was amazing to behold. and then to read Aisha’s inside account.

  7. aisha November 10, 2010 at 9:50 pm #

    @’nilla, FT, and Mick – Thank you so much for the encouraging words – I’m glad you enjoyed the post.

    FT – it really is amazing…

    Nilla – I enjoy your feedback so much – thanks!

    Mick – I’m so glad we got to share time together…

    hugs,

    aisha

  8. Jake December 4, 2011 at 1:47 pm #

    Thanks for pointing me to this post, Aisha. It’s very enlightening. I love the Wilbur Wright quote. I don’t know whether Joy would feel the same way you did, suspended, but it might be fun to try. I have a feeling I’d need to get some training, though, in order to be able to get the ropes and knots right….

    • aisha December 4, 2011 at 2:11 pm #

      @Jake,

      O, I’m glad you liked it!

      Yes, absolutely, training would be important. Sir D was really an expert ~ i was really lucky that the one of my first experiences was with someone who knew what he was doing.

      I imagine if you continue to be really interested in rope, you’ll want to go to some classes. Beyond Leather has an event in Florida in April that has a “rope track,” for example. Of course, I don’t know where you are, but I imagine there are events or classes or groups near you.

      I do love reading about your journey with Joy!

      aisha

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