We don’t play with rope nearly enough, but it’s the ultimate form of bondage for me. I’m tied, knowing I can’t escape. Stress and strain put on my muscles in ways that I relax into and then, my brain slows down. If there’s pain, it becomes a dull, distant throb and I barely notice it after a while. Of course, there are other ways to play with rope that I love: painful and deliberate, dynamic, keeping me on my toes, making me breathe hard, and always pushing my limits.
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