All Wound Up: Play

End

My outfit for the night: my black wrap dress, my red nighty underneath, some chainmail, and my boots.

We arrived for the party at 9:15pm. Instead of being bubbly and happy, as I was earlier that day, I was nervous. But, for me, this was par for the course. We showed our registration chains and were let right in. Again I only carried in two bags, a third filled with rope left in my car's trunk, just in case.

We stepped into the classroom, which had now be thoroughly transformed into a large play space for the evening. It took me only a moment to see him in the far corner of the room.

"There he is. See you later, guys." I walked slowly towards Gray.

Approaching, I said hi and dropped my things. I sat just across from him on a small coffee table, putting my knees together, my hands resting on my sides off the edge of the table. I could see he had a few bags himself. My mind wondered for a moment on the things he had planned for tonight.

He wore a button down shirt, jeans, and a pair of boots. Next to him were his leather chaps and a leather vest, along with a second pair of boots on the floor. He knew just how to pique my interest.

Gray asked me if I had any other plans for the evening. I, in fact, did not. He excused himself to go change; I prepped my kit on the floor.

As I sat back on the table and waited, a question arose: Should I wear my boots through the scene? I had asked Murphy previously, and he thought it would be sexy. As I sat waiting for Gray, I turned to DeepEnd, who relaxed on a nearby sofa. I asked his opinion. He thought I shouldn't wear them. My boots gave me power, he explained, which could possibly mess with the dynamic Gray and I had. I knew he was right. I began unlacing them.

Just as I started, Gray reappeared, wearing just his leathers. I continued to remove my boots, finally finishing and putting them to the side. In an instant, it felt like we had started.

Gray asked for his the cigar, the tubed one I'd purchased for him at FetFest. I retrieved it from my cigar box and handed it to him. He removed the cigar from the tube and gave the tube back to me to keep. Through our scene, when I dared to catch a quick glance at him, he held that cigar in his lips, the one I'd bought him. I carry it as a very sexy memory.

I stood, and asked Gray if he wanted a show. He replied he normally wanted to take my clothes off of me, but please, this time, give him a show.

I remembered the lesson he taught me, remembered how he liked it. I slowly pulled out the bow, slowly opened the dress to reveal the nighty, laid the dress on the floor where I'd be working, pulled the lingerie over my head, unsnapped the bra, and finally stood there, naked, for him.

He had me spin around, slowly, and stop once my back was to him. He stood, just behind me. As I had disrobed for him, he had taken out a length of rope. He now ran that rope over my body.

He began his tie, around one side of my chest, under one arm. I knew the tie as he created it, the same harness he had had on me earlier, the new one he'd learned from the Berlin Grue, his new favorite. He weaved the rope around me, his body heat always so close to mine. I sunk into the feeling, the connection.

The chest harness finished, he used the remainder of the rope to loop around my neck, cutting off my breathing. I released my will to his biding. Giving me air once again, he sat back down and asked me to continue turning. I stopped again, standing in front of him, naked save for his rope.

Leaning up, he smacked my crotch, and wound the last length of his rope through my pussy lips. Finding just the right spot, he gave me a happy knot, and attached the rope back to the harness, cinching it tight.

"Get to work."

I gingerly lowered myself to the floor, feeling every inch of my movements as the rope pressed against my ass crack, against my labia, against my clit.

I started with his boots. I gingerly encouraged his right boot onto my thigh. I massaged the leather, feeling for dry spots, but also feeling his foot underneath the barrier. I poured the water into my saddle soap lid. I took my dobber, dipped it into the water, then the soap, then the water, then the soap again. I applied the cleaner, the cool liquid dripping from his boot onto my thigh. I felt him press his weight into my flesh. Putting the dobber aside, I worked the soap into his boot, making sure to cover every inch of the material.

Gray reached down, attached a length of rope to my crotch piece, and yanked. I gasped, but made myself continue. He brought his left boot onto my other thigh, pressing still harder into me. I breathed deep; I continued.

Grabbing my towel, I wiped down his boot, making sure to remove all of the soap and water. I again applied saddle soap, massaged the material, and wiped it all away with my towel again. I then brought his boot to my chest, to which he pressed still further. Reaching for my toothbrush, I cleaned the catwalk around his boot, making sure to remove all soap with my towel once more. I repeated this process for his left boot, as well.

With his boots now clean, I asked Gray if I could kiss them. He gave me permission to do so. I gingerly laid on my stomach, brought my face to his right boot, and began kissing. My hands massaged the leather; my face caressed it. I switched to his left boot, giving it equal treatment. Back and forth, I kissed and caressed his leather, happy to be at his feet, happy to have been given the opportunity to love on his boots.

I could feel him move around and grab something out of his bag. He rubbed the cool object over my body; I recognized the form. He then hit me with his Brat Bat on my ass. I yelped, but went back to loving his leather. With every stroke, of which there were one or two dozen, I screamed, and then caressed his boots further.

Next, he pulled out the implement I hated the most, his Twisted Bitch. I had forgotten about that horrible, horrible object, the sting, the pain. He whipped it across my back and ass. With it, too, I screamed with each blow. But I would not leave his boots. I would not stop caressing his leather.

He finished with my favorite of his tools, his Whomping flogger, thuddy and delicious across my back and ass, like the pulsing turns on a roller-coaster.

Finished with his toys, I forced myself to stop loving on his boots; I could've stayed there all night, but I had work to complete. I again gingerly guided his right boot onto my thigh and began conditioning the leather with my Huberd's.

There was not a minute, a moment that passed in which Gray did not torture me in some way. He yanked on my crotch rope repeatedly. He pressed his boot into my flesh. At one point, Lqqkout came over to sit and chat with him. He marveled at the ease and pleasure of a well placed crotch rope.

Gray, wondering how his manipulations effected me, asked which of his pains hurt more. A: His yanking on the rope, or B: His boots pressed into my breasts. He yanked and pressed. Yanked and pressed. A or B? A or B? I said I didn't know, because they both hurt so much. He would not take that for an answer, pressing and yanking still harder.

"A! A!" I finally screamed. He placed his boots back on my thighs and let me continue.

After applying ample shoe grease, paying close attention to dry and problem spots, I wiped away the excess and was ready to move on.

I asked him what he wanted me to treat next. He had another pair of boots, but he also wore his chaps and vest. I ended up moving on to the chaps.

Gray continued to sit, so I worked the front of his thighs, along with all of his calves. Once again, I applied the saddle soap, massaged it in, and then wiped away the liquid. The avoid splashing him, I laid my towel over his exposed crotch as I worked.

When I finished what I could from the ground, I asked him to stand. I was now eye level with his cock, which had not yet woken up. I began washing the areas of his chaps I could not reach.

As I moved back and forth, one leg to the other, getting in close to the leather, at first my hair brushed up against his cock. Then, my nose, or my cheek. He began to perk up. As I wiped away the soap from his right leg, I held my body in close to his, and could feel his cock against my cheek. I longed to have it in my mouth, but I knew it was not my place to take it.

Gray's hand found my hair, and began massaging my scalp. I started to float away. I tried my best to concentrate on my leather, to continue to wipe away the saddle soap, to continue my work.

Without notice, he gripped my strands and held my face to his cock. Holding his dick with his other hand, he ran the tip across my face, then over my lips, then forced it inside my mouth. I began licking and sucking eagerly. He pushed and pulled my head over his cock, then guided my face down to his balls. I enjoyed one, then the other, his hand pushing me into him. He pulled my face up again and cock slapped me hard, multiple times, shaking my face this way and that.

He released my hair and I was allowed to enjoy his cock freely, slowly riding up and down the shaft with my mouth, enjoying being full of him.

Abruptly, he grabbed my hair again and quickly shoved himself far into my throat. I gagged, again and again, as his fucked my face. I was awash in the pleasure of submitting to his will, of being so his in that moment, of my mouth being so full of his cock.

Finished with my mouth, he beckoned me to move on to his vest. I explained I had not yet conditioned the leather of his chaps. He then slapped me twice and pinched my nipple hard.

"Look at you, so easily distracted. Focus, and get back to work."

I again massaged Huberd's into his leather, running my hands down the length of his legs. I smoothed out the dryness; I worked in the conditioner.

Finished with his chaps, his vest now remained. I felt the leather of his vest and found it was very dry, especially around the front of the shoulders. Stepping behind him, I saw he had a large ornamental piece on the back. This I would not touch and made pains to avoid.

I again started with the cleaning. Standing, however, brought on new challenges. Each time I bent down to get more soap, my crotch rope hurt just that much more. I winced and wined with my movements. Gray took the opportunity to still yank on my crotch rope, but also pinch my nipples. I made myself continue.

Gray then yanked on my crotch rope furiously, no moment of ease. I yelped and screamed, pleasure and pain ever bound in my cunt.

"How does it feel?"

"Pleasure and painful."

"Can you come from this?"

"I don't think so. It hurts too much."

"That's too bad."

Gray began slapping my cunt with his hand, hard smacks, one after the other. In an instant, my cunt was hot with pleasure, but I could not find the words to beg him to keep going, to beg him to not stop, to beg him to let me cum. As soon as I relished in the pleasure of his hand thumping my pussy, he took it away, a delicious opportunity lost.

I went back to working on his leather. I finally realized, when I was working on the back of his vest, that I could kneel down instead of bending to have less effect on the crotch rope.

I was soon conditioning his vest, taking great care on the front of the shoulders. As I was close to finishing, I explained that all I needed was a minute for the Huberd's to sit on a particularly dry small patch to let it soak in.

"Okay, a minute." Gray grabbed me by my hair and spun me around. He quickly untied the knot holding my crotch rope in place. He then wiped the rope off from between my legs. I gasped from the pain. He looped the rope around my chest and tucked it into the harness. He turned me back around and bade me finish. I wiped away the excess Huberd's to complete my work.

Gray was ready to smoke his cigar. I politely asked if I could light it for him. He said I could, if I cleaned up quickly and came outside with him. I hurriedly threw my clothes back on and gathered up my things. With my water bottle in tow, along with my cigar box, I followed Gray outside.

We stood around with Lochai, and Zelda and her friend, all of them enjoying their tobacco. Gray held the cigar for me to wet. My lips encircled the end and I licked it eagerly. I then pulled out my cutter and nipped the tip. Retrieving my lighter from my cleavage, I held the flame for Gray. He spun his cigar, lighting it all around.

The conversation meandered. Lochai had purchased a Cigar Station app, which played music supposedly suited for cigar smoking. Gray had an Ex email him questions about the porn industry. He started his voice recording app, and Gray and Lochai were able to answer her questions. The Q&A complete, Gray messaged the file to her. Zelda commented on the large amount of empty cigar boxes she had. I requested a few, to which she gave me an entire bag full of them, six in all. Lochai talked about a particularly interesting moment with a woman he'd met on set who, subsequently, didn't remember his face when they met again. All the while, I stood by Gray's side, enjoying the camaraderie.

On occasion, Gray rolled his ash into his hand, and I licked and sucked it up for him. Lochai, asking very politely, requested from Gray the use of his ashtray. Instead Gray suggested they reprise a moment from Rope Camp. Gray and Lochai intermingled their ash and I ate it. Later Lochai, with a nice amount of ash on the end of his cigar, which he'd let cool, instructed me to tilt my head back as he flicked the treat into my mouth.

With Gray's cigar finished, he asked me to hold it as it slowly went out. He then ran his fingers into my hair and began massaging my scalp and pulling on my strands. I was lost, again.

Soon, though, we made our way back inside. Gray and I headed over into our corner.

It was getting late, almost 1am. Our bootblacking scene had taken two hours, and we spent another hour outside. Gray was tired and needed to go. He collected his things in preparation.

Finished with gathering all of his bags, I presented him with the first of two gifts. I reached into my cigar box, and then looked up at him. He turned around, knowing I wanted to surprise him. I quickly pulled the bag out and told him the coast was clear.

"Since I won't see you for Thanksgiving, Christmas, or New Years..." I brought the bag to my front. "Happy Thanksgiving, Merry Christmas, and Happy New Year." I gave Gray three different Java cigars: Latte, which he'd enjoyed that last night on his friend's back porch, Mint, for the holiday season, and Maduro, a medium body flavor. He was shocked and pleased, giving me a big hug, and promising me to enjoy each on a holiday.

One gift deserving another, again, Gray informed me he had two gifts for me. The first had been his book, which he'd given to me earlier that day during his office hours. The second was the rope I still wore. It was raw hemp, suitable for dying or treating as I wished.

Gray then made the rounds of friends, hugging everyone goodbye. I had my jacket on, ready to help him out. He returned to our corner and we walked to his car. I assisted him in getting everything inside, and he gave me one more hug goodbye. Then I gave him his last gift, a bar of gluten free dark chocolate. Yes, I had remembered.

He told me to take care of me; I said I would. He started to walk to the driver's seat.

Without thinking, I grabbed his arm and turned him back. I kissed him lightly on the lips.

"Bye for now."

"Bye for now." He got into his car; I headed back towards the Dungeon. I waited til he pulled off, waving to him as he left.

Inside, the party was winding down. Murphy was just starting a scene with Ten. I lingered by the front, not knowing what to do next. I made my way towards the couch.

Slut came over and gave me a hug. She asked me how I was doing. I said I didn't know, and that it would have been nice if DeepEnd were still here so he could beat on me so I could cry.

Slut, every the great Sis, targeted the "Easy Button" on my harness. She hit it, again, and again, and again, until I allowed myself to cry. I felt better afterwards. We then sat on the couch to watch Murphy work.

I remarked, as we sat, that I wanted to dance. The Dungeon music had been excellent and I felt in the mode to express myself. She took a pole, Ammre took a pole, and I took a pole as we danced to a senuos song.

Hungry, Slut bought herself and me a slice of pizza. Downing the food quickly, Murphy's scene was finishing up. Slut and I chatted with Lochai, as we explained and demonstrated an awesome fucking scene from earlier that evening. Lqqkout came over and I nuzzled his beard with my cheek. Slut then introduced Lqqkout to my latest Easy Button, to which he took full advantage in a mini-scene of me against the chain link fence and his fist pounding my chest.

Settling back onto the couch, in preparation to watch Murphy and Slut's scene, we all got the bad news: the Dungeon closed at 2am, not 3am. We gathered up our things, said our goodbyes, gave our hugs, and headed out.

We ended up crashing at the hotel around 2:30am. We woke up at 6:30am the next day, home again before noon, a New Yorker in tow.

All Wound Up: Office Hours

Middle

Since DeepEnd wanted more practice, I laid out our blanket, took off my shoes, socks, and skirt, and asked what he wanted to go over. He said he wanted to practice Gray's Tie Em Up & Fuck Em harness. I asked him if he remembered the three steps. He said he did, but I made him repeat them to me anyway a few times. We went over the Texas handcuffs, as well as the last two steps.

Satisfied that he had it, he decided to break into his box of Nilla Wafers. DeepEnd being DeepEnd, he thought it'd be a great idea to toss his cookie in the air and catch it in his mouth. I, being me, had to try as well. We each threw up our cookie and failed multiple times before, in a moment of magical whimsy, I caught my cookie and he caught his. We high-fived in honor of our accomplishments.

In the next section of the room, Gray's office hours were flowing slowly. I heard him talking, but was reluctant to walk over. I was barefoot and the bare concrete was really fucking cold. I scampered over and found a place to stand on carpet.

Gray was milling about; Murphy and Slut soon followed. We all sat and chatted. Slut wanted to show Murphy a self suspension harness she wanted to try. Gray handed me a recent story he was working on. I ran back over to the other section of the room, but Gray yelled for me to walk. It was so cold, I scampered on my tippy toes. Each step was a chilly highly uncomfortable affair. When I walked back, I sat down on a cold metal folding chair, my underwear giving little respite from the chill, but lifting up my feet to give them a break.

I sat and read Gray's story, a hot rope and anal sex scene that captured the bulk of my attention for about ten minutes. After completing his story, and reluctantly returning the pages, I realized I had an opportunity. Murphy and Gray were right there, ready and willing to advise and teach. I scampered back over to my things and grabbed my rope bag.

The arch in the room was free. I dropped my bag under it and rigged my Shibari ring. Grasping the ring, I held my body by the rig to check that it was stable and secure, swinging around gleefully.

By this time, more people had entered the room, including Ten who laid in Gray's lap as he pet her head. Other students sat on the mat in the corner, the other folding chairs in the room, or stood off to the side.

With just my shirt, bra, and panties on, I gave a little show. Unsnapping my shirt slowly, I eased off the fabric from my chest. Unhooking my bra, I flung it off with a flourish. I left my panties on because they were cute, dark red with a black band and black lettering that read "I HATE U".

As I began tying my leg harness, I wanted music. Instead of having me scamper all the way over to the other room again, Gray pulled out his phone and played a list of mashed-up music. Murphy noted this was good. I had already rigged to my music, but now I was at a level that I should experiment with other people's beats. Gray then noted, if they so wanted, they could heckle me mercilessly. Thankfully, being my friends and all, they didn't.

I finished my hip harness and leg attachments, then moved onto my chest.

With my body ropes ready, it was time to lift. I attached the lines and suspended myself in the air. Murphy, having seen me do this before, popped up to spot me. The one time he'd witness the maneuver I was about to make, I had needed to ask for his assistance.

Slowly, I lowered my chest down, hanging only by my legs. Then, the moment of truth. I brought my body back up, re-looped the lifting lines for my chest, and tied off. I was so happy, gleeful, ecstatic.

In my elevated mood, Murphy gave me a few pointers. First, he wanted me to tuck the ends of my lifting lines in my ropes to keep them from slipping. Second, he again nagged me about slippage, citing his first tip would assist in preventing it. Third, he noted I was not using a point on my body that could possibly aid my efforts. I confessed I didn't know what he meant. Grabbing my hip harness at the center, below my belly button, he pulled up.

My lesson complete, I landed myself. As I recoiled my ropes and gathered my things, the group began telling stories. The first was a three part-er, with contributions from Slut, myself, and Murphy about a man Slut dubbed Mr. Awkward.

My things safely away, I rejoined the group, sitting in one folding chair, my feet resting in another. After the Mr. Awkward story, more random sexual experiences were recounted. Memorable mentions included the Dead Fish and the Jack Hammer.

As more people filtered into the office hours, we finally did bring the focus back to rope. Gray wished to demonstrate a new chest harness he'd picked up from a recent European Grue. Ever the friend, I volunteered myself as his demo. As he tied the harness, I followed his hands, attempting to memorize his moves. After the first try, I asked if he would tie it again, as repetition is the best way for me to learn. He obliged my request, this time attempting a slight modification. I noted how to tie both.

The subject of rope corsets came up. Gray was not a fan, as they took a lot of rope and time to tie. Instead, he had created a way of giving the look and feel of a rope corset without the extensive time and rope needed. He tied his corset around my center, then pulled it off quickly with a flourish.

Concentrating again on my chest harness, he noted how versatile it was, with points in the front and back great for gripping and holding, moving a person this way or that. He demonstrated the use, yanking me this way and that. He gripped my hair and pulled my head back. He pushed me over and slapped and spanked my ass. He pulled me back up, spread my legs, and slapped my pussy. He hit my boobs the way Wesley Snipes stopped a punch in a recent movie he had watched, coming down hard once, then up, both times on my nipple. He wanted to show the entire room, so he turned me around to show the students on the mat behind us, then turned me around again, and again.

Thoroughly dropped into rope space, my head was floaty. I was high. Gray removed the ropes from my body, popping out the ends against my skin when possible.

Having learned a new harness, I wanted to practice. Slut offered up her chest and I wound the harness, both the original style and Gray's modification, around her body. Satisfied that I had retained the tie, I decided to experiment.

I had thought about a tie I wanted to try and saw this as an opportunity to see if it would work. I looped my rope over her body, going over one side of her breast and under the other. Gray came over, seeing my work, and suggested another modification, weaving the strands as they wound around Slut. I took to this idea. He then showed me other decorative features that could be added.

Another student, seeing our work, brought his phone over to show a piece he had tied. Gray attempted to replicate the pretty piece on Slut's arm.

As Gray worked, I found myself chatting with Zelda, a nice lady attending the event. She had seen me self suspension and asked if I had visited the rope vendor in attendance. I told her I had not, as I was low on funds.

Gray now complete with his tie, I returned to the group and unwound my harness from Slut. Gray took the opportunity to kick Slut in the ass, making sure his hits were even.

As Gray's office hours came to a close, I milled about with everyone trying to decide on our next move. We had not yet checked in at the hotel, and there was still dinner to plan.

As I chatted with Slut and DeepEnd, Zelda approached me again. I greeted her once more. She then took the large chunk of rope in her hand, crimson hemp, similar to what I wore around my neck, and put it in my hands. It was mine now, a gift from a woman I had met not more than thirty minutes prior. I was floored. I didn't know what to do accept say thank you, over and over again. I tucked my gift away with the rest of my rope.

Just before we left, Gray approached me, book in hand. I had wanted to purchase one of Gray's books for a while, but he had not had any available copies; this one he gifted to me with an inscription inside. I tucked it away in my bag, and planned to not read it til I got home.

DeepEnd, Slut, and Murphy ready to go, we piled back into my car. After picking up dinner from the mall, and the brief confusion about which LaQuinta we were staying in, we soon found ourselves on our way back to the event, this time for the play party.

All Wound Up: Classes

Beginning

My alarm was set for 4:30am, but my body decided to wake me at 3:30. I laid in bed, trying to snooze, but with little success. Slut laid next to me, out like a light. Occasionally she rolled over, and hugged and cuddled me in her sleep. Five minutes later, she'd roll back.

Not willing to wait any longer, I got up at 4:22am. I sat on the floor and gave myself my five minutes. I skipped my treadmill time.

With an hour to get ready and head out, I took a soothing warm shower. Once dry and mostly clothed, I woke up Slut. She took her turn in the bathroom while I checked to make sure I had everything. And boy, did I have everything. For a one day event, I brought five bags. But then again, I wouldn't be the Cabin Bitch if I didn't make sure I had planned for every eventuality.

My bags at the foot of the stairs, my quick breakfast of orange juice and a banana downed, and Slut and DeepEnd ready to go, we loaded my car. I was too awake to sleep, to awake to sit still, so I decided to drive.

We stopped at a nearby 7-11 to grab provisions: Slut's energy drinks and DeepEnd's candy. I was good. Okay, I was bouncy and excited and wanted to just get on the road, which we did. Slut was soon asleep in the back while DeepEnd and I chatted in the front.

I had had a song stuck in my head for the past few days, Drake's Make Me Proud. In my infinite wisdom, I downloaded his new album while I drove, and played the record while the two of them slept.

Hours later, the Sun coming up, a quick change of seats to help with Slut's motion sickness, and a quick Starbucks breakfast on the New Jersey Turnpike, we'd made it. It was 9:50am when we arrived at Tied Down, an event hosted by Jersey Rope Experiment.

I lugged in two of my bags, one full of rope, notebooks, and cigars. The other was Hello Kitty, of course. The event was held at a photography studio, which from the outside would never had alluded to the happenings within.

As we stepped up to the registration table, Slut went first. She bent down to sign her waiver and pay her fee. Standing there, exciting for the start, breezily he walked in from the classroom. Gray greeted us, gave me a hug, and whispered, "Glad you're here." My day, which had already been six hours long, started well.

Shuffling into the classroom, our trio settled in a corner of the horseshoe of chairs, mostly behind where the presenter would teach.

Gray was getting ready for his class on a large cushy mat. No shoes were allowed, so he leaned on the metal rack behind him to take off his boots. He looked over at me and asked if I would like to help him. I immediately dropped my bags and dropped to my knees by his feet. I loosened the laces and glided his boots off, one at a time. He thanked me, and then set the boots aside.

With class starting, Slut leaned against the metal rack while DeepEnd and I sat. I pulled out my notebook and a pen, ready for the first lesson.

Gray's presentation was his Tie Em Up & Fuck Em harness. I had taken this class before; funny enough, it was how I met Gray, back at my first Winter Fire. This version, however, was two hours long.

I was skeptical that I would gain any new knowledge, but still looked forward to a refresher of the concept. Turns out, he had intended for the class to be this longer length, and had in fact cut out material from his previous classes because of the shorten time period.

He began with what I knew, the basic harness, which he displayed with the help of his demo bottom, Ten. He then moved on to the different modifications of the harness he'd learned from his previous students. Next, he showed Shibari style ties that were similar to his harness, for those who wanted to say they were using "Japanese knots" when fucking their significant other. Last, Gray gave about a dozen different tips and tricks for improving your rope topping and rope scenes in general.

As the class progressed, our little trio cut up, just a little. DeepEnd, as Big Bro discribed later at lunch, is a conversation sniper. He is mostly quiet during the entire affair, but just wait for the times he does chime in with the oh-so-perfect line. As Gray taught, DeepEnd kept whispering hilarious quips to me. I kept laughing, but choked down my volume as to not interrupt Gray.

All three of my trio practiced on each other, seeing as all of us are learning to rope top. One fun moment was when Slut had me on the floor, my wrists secured, with the rope going up and through my crotch, to be secured to my ankles. Slut had the brilliant idea that we could make a train of bound bottoms, which had me squealing. However, this did not come to fruition (disrupting the class and all).

When Gray's presentation ended, we stood up and stretched again. I found myself jumping up and down on the corner of the presentation mat, happy and bubbly, full of ropey goodness.

We all gathered our things and prepared to head out for lunch. Gray allowed me to help him put his boots back on, a service I had not performed before. Noting our impending departure, Gray asked if he could ride along with us. I, of course, said yes. He ended up catching a ride with Ten and her friend, who followed me as I drove to the restaurant using my fancy phone's directions.

Once we arrived, Slut informed me she was in contact with Murphy. He had finally made it, public transportation seriously hampering his travels. He needed to be picked up near where the event was being held. DeepEnd, ever the awesome friend, volunteered to go grab him. He gave me his food order and departed. By the time he returned, Murphy in tow, the food soon followed.

We all ate and chatted, the conversation of DNR porn arising. Don't ask.

Our meal complete, we headed back to the event. However, on the way, I realized I needed to use the restroom, badly. So what did DeepEnd and Murphy do? Tease me constantly of course. I mean, they are sadists.

Running inside, I relived myself and quietly snuck back into class.

The second presentation of the day was given by Lochai; the subject: hogties. I sat with DeepEnd in our spot from before as Slut and Murphy worked on a blanket across the room. Gray popped in for a minute, but then was gone.

Lochai started with demonstrating the basic hogtie, but soon worked in variations. His demo bottom not feeling well, he asked for a lovely lady close to the front to volunteer. Turned out, she was quite flexible, to the delight of both Lochai and the class.

Another of his demo bottoms came up and Lochai demonstrated some hair bondage. He then, deviously, got to use his ass hook on the girl. Yes, his ass hook, which he strung up to a point and tied off, with the girl bound on the floor. Ah Lochai, such a mean dirty man, which is why we love him.

DeepEnd practiced a single column tie and a two column tie on my wrists, but wanted to mostly repeat the Texas handcuffs he'd learned earlier. I showed him a modified way of tying the knot, which he practiced over and over again. Instead of being funny and goofy, like others in the class, he was more concerned about retaining the info, grinding it into his brain. He feared he would loose everything we'd gone over in the class if he did not practice. I tried to reassure him, explaining I would teach him anything he needed to relearn, and later suggesting a weekly rope practice at the house.

Lochai's class complete, we opted to go to Gray's office hours.