A look back at my rope party experience

A few days before I left New York I was invited to a rope party. I mentioned it here, but I’ve been wanting to talk a little more about it since it was one of the two times I have played in a setting that was not private (private meaning only me and my partner/s present). That night, I learned a lot about myself because I was able to test my limits in a more public setting as well as see how I fared playing with someone with whom I was not already intimate.

I met up with Wendy and we headed into the city to find Dov’s place. On the way there, I was delighted to find an Agent Provocateur store and insisted to Wendy that we take a detour and browse some of their items. Unfortunately, I’ve come to a place in my life where I do not have a lot of expendable cash but I did manage to find a pair of knickers and some fishnet thigh highs that I liked in the sale bin. Back on our path, we managed to find the apartment and outside I am introduced to a couple of folks Wendy knew named Adam and Emma.

On the street they appeared quite vanilla, as did Wendy and I, but when they came up to the apartment the dynamic of their relationship was instantly visible as he instructed her to go to the bathroom and change her clothes. From the tone of his voice this instruction was obviously not a request and from the quickness in her step as she obeyed orders, it was obvious it wasn’t going to be debated. I was quite curious about this dynamic, not because I suspect it is something I am into but because I honestly have never interacted with a couple who took D/s outside of the bedroom. I observed them casually as I was introduced to others at the party.

After introductions were made all around and people at the party began chatting amongst themselves I began to feel a little anxious. I was already starting to miss Kit, who was away for the weekend, and the only person I really knew at the party was Wendy. To combat this anxiety, I took my rope out of my bag and began to practice some knots I’d been working on. Adam was sitting next to me and we began to talk about our experience with rope and practiced a few ties as my nerves began to settle. I really had no idea what to expect out of this party- whether or not folks would play or whether I would play if given the opportunity; and the uncertainty coupled with my recent breakup and the circumstances surrounding it was a little unsettling.

Soon, others at the party took out their rope and different groups within the party began trading tips and showing examples. I got to tie Emma in a dragonfly sleeve and tied myself in a chest harness. Walking around in the chest harness, I saw Adam talking to a beautiful woman who I will also call K. I made my way to the couch that she was sharing with Adam and sat down to join them as Adam stroked our legs with a set of claws he had that appeared to be made of bone or ivory. As we sat and talked I watched K’s chest rise and fall and admired a bruise she had on her arm. Rather proud of my recently acquired bruises , I showed mine off to her and her smile turned into a frown when I did not wince as she poked them. I bruise quite easily, and the marks stay for ages (as I write this, I still have some of the bruises Kit gave me) but don’t generally hurt after the first day or so. I told K this and she expressed interest in testing that theory. Not being one to say no to a beautiful woman, I laid on my back and she dug an elbow into the bruises on each of my breasts. The pain shot through me down to my cunt and was met by her knee as she pressed it between my thighs. I really have no recollection of my reaction because I was so focused on her breasts and her lips and fighting my urge to kiss her. Being new to the kink and poly scene I am still unsure of what boundaries are okay to cross and which aren’t. After the pain became too intense she got off of me and we made our way back to the couch for further conversation. At some point, I was quite impressed as K helped me out of my tank top and bra without removing my chest harness.

Adam continued to run his claws up and down my thighs and the anxiety I’d had earlier had completely melted away. I was beginning to feel very comfortable at the party even though my breasts and thighs were exposed. Adam had me lay back on the floor and began rubbing the backs of my thighs with the claws. Soon the scratching became slapping and my ass was the target. Besides being cropped at Sex 2.0, this was my first spanking and it was positively delightful. Not wanting to disturb conversation in the room, I kept my squeals quiet, but I did let them out. Also escaping my lips were low moans, growls, and happy sighs as Adam flipped me over and began slapping my breasts. In between the hard smacks of his hand were soft caresses and I was floating in my head without a thought besides “mmmm”.

After my spanking, I had my first experience with aftercare as he held me and talked to me softly. He seemed to be almost protective of the space we shared during these moments as I was coming out of the space in which I’d been and it made that transition much easier for me.

Eventually people began to get hungry, and pizza was delivered. I was hungrier than I normally am in a social setting and attributed it to the intense sensations I had been experiencing all night. I had a slice of pizza and talked with some of the other folks at the party a bit. Mostly I listened, because I was still very much buzzing from earlier.

Another thing I got to experience at the party was one I had been dying to try for a while, having someone with a lot of rope experience tie me. I asked Dov to put me in a hog tie (which, in hindsight, was probably not a good idea because it made my knees angry at me) and he agreed. It was an intense experience and I tried to stay in the tie for a while, but I began to get really hot and sweaty, even in just panties and a tank top. I called for Dov and he untied me so that I could mill about the party.

Sometime after being tied up, Adam called for me to kneel on the couch. He told me to take my top off and to bend over the back. Dov had loaned him some of his floggers and I was terrified. Terrified not in the bad way, but in the way that I had no idea what I was in store for. Yes, this was my first flogging folks. And I had this misconception that floggers were super stingy. Well, I am happy to say that I was quite wrong. Maybe it was the way Adam was flogging me, taking time to build up the force he put into each hit, but it felt more like a massage and worked up to the hurt. After the flogging was some additional aftercare and I was so thankful for it.

Play for the night was over as the party was winding down. I caught the train home with Wendy and we both admired the rope marks still present. I thought about lucky I was to experience these things because I knew I wouldn’t have a lot of opportunity back home. And I’m right so far, while there have been possible play dates and potential spankings, most of the men (and yes, as of right now I’ve only had offers from men) who want to play with me either have little to no experience for me to feel safe playing with or they want to play in a way that makes me feel uncomfortable. I am hoping that begins to look up, but who knows. For now, I am trying to learn from the experiences I’ve had.