Waiting quietly with my own thoughts, wondering what might happen next, as I kneel in the center of a dark room is nothing new to me.
The feel of rope harness forming around my body .. the smell of treated rope, intoxicating. The sting and tingling sensation as it licks my skin is not unfamiliar.
Knowing I will be in half suspension this way, with body harness holding me in place from above. My knees the only thing touching the ground, and the feeling of mid-flight as I wait for a lashing, caning, or a gentle stroke of His palm, is not a new feeling to me.
My arms tied behind my back. My sight taken. As a thousand times before.
Read the full story @ Kinkerbelle
The feel of rope harness forming around my body .. the smell of treated rope, intoxicating. The sting and tingling sensation as it licks my skin is not unfamiliar.
Knowing I will be in half suspension this way, with body harness holding me in place from above. My knees the only thing touching the ground, and the feeling of mid-flight as I wait for a lashing, caning, or a gentle stroke of His palm, is not a new feeling to me.
My arms tied behind my back. My sight taken. As a thousand times before.
Read the full story @ Kinkerbelle
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