There is just something about rope that warrants a scene within itself, and I absolutely love rope. Thin rope, thick rope, cotton rope, nylon rope. A rainbow of colors to wrap, knot and bind.

For me, Mistress Chianti, when I have a bondage slut within my dungeon we know from the get go, that our time together will mainly be the dance of the rope. Their willing surrender to remain still or to offer a slight body adjustment, for my meticulous goal of absolute immobility.

When I do a rope bondage scene, my words are few. I become engrossed with each strand being looped, each knot being tied, the symmetric flow and balance for the eyes to feast upon. I want low, repetitive earth music in the background. I want all my senses focused on the artful journey at hand. Time should not exist, for the finish product can only be accomplished once I am satisfied.

A quiet scene. Peace and serenity for both Top and bottom.

Now that is some good head space!

1. sandgnat, March 5, 2010:

   exquisite rope work. would love to see how everything connects in the back; better yet, would love to feel how the ropes themselves slowly close on the body taking away all chance of escape.

2. Dennis, March 6, 2010:

   Now thats what I call art work.

3. BUD JenniSlut, March 9, 2010:

   Mmmmmmmm, Exquisite!!!!

4. rtnw, April 3, 2010:

   What a vision!
   How do I get myself so helplessly bound?

5. Jeff, November 12, 2010:

   Now is the time for some serious ballbusting and blackmail.

6. Mistress Chianti, November 13, 2010:

   @Jeff – so precious….. Do you have an interest?