escort diary® of Miss C: Rope: Submissive Mind chatter
I am open, I am bare, I am exposed, constrained only by myself. Trapped, my mind racing, an endless triathlon of hurdles running full pace. I hold my breath as the coil unravels, matching my waning certitude. My lack of expectancy a comforting affection. Rope makes its way round my body, like a boa constricting its prey. I feel warm, I feel assured. The dull heat of its friction scalds into my skin, leaving a trail of sensation in its wake. It's silent hiss as the fibers of each passing braid brush against one another, the chatter of secret desires held within its intricate weave. A passing thought as to the irony of something so soft and delicate becoming so unyielding and resolute. Another knot is formed as the tail licks its way across my body, marking its territory. I steal a moment watching. Watching his skin bristle the same as mine feeling the ropes resistance to being held so tight. Watching the hands that can strike like lightening become deft and feathered. With each pausing breath I take the chatter slows. As the binds tighten my limbs my racing mind grows slack. Free from choice, free from doubt, free to celebrate my submission. Restricted now, my vulnerability exposed, no reason to need to hide them. The raging thoughts passed prior to my surrender silenced. I am open, I am bare, I am free.
