Pretty smitten

brightrosiedayMy second Shibaricon was nothing like the first, where I took about a dozen classes, tying with a different top each time and learning all I could about the practices, histories and philosophies of rope bondage. This year attendance was down, so there were almost no spare tops. I was lucky enough to meet a cool couple who both wanted to top. I prefer floor play to suspensions, and I don’t like extreme pain, but I surprised myself the first day by taking two suspension classes and a torture class. (Leg binder over-layered with an unlocked futo momo to fashion a partial suspension. Why, eh?) In one of those classes I had intended only to observe but I was summoned into bottoming by a rigger whom I recognized from her stage performance in 2015. She appeared coolly sadistic on stage and I discovered, somewhat to my relief, that her onstage command translated into a no-nonsense attitude in class rather than torture and cackles. Still I could not relax, and when I asked the translator to tell her I was nervous, the rigger’s attitude did not soften. We did not bond. After the third and final suspension she sat crosslegged on the floor bundling her rope. Lying at some distance from her I was surprised to find myself slipping into sub space. And then I was astonished when she noticed and slapped her thigh to direct me to lay my head on it. I obeyed. Being ignored while she kept rebundling her rope snapped me right out of my swoon. I hope this doesn’t sound like kvetching. She was highly respectful of my comfort in the ropes and did not overwhelm me with the lightning-fast tying I’d seen her perform on stage. Now that I think about it, it may have been the ordinariness of the encounter that left me disconcerted. An experienced and focused top is exactly what I needed as I faced my frustration with suspension. But it might have been nice if she’d also hypnotized me and reduced me to a groveling whip-crazed slave. (Still frustrated with suspension, btw. I can’t get over how much the ropes hurt my tender widdle arms.)
wellbredOn the second day I was lucky enough to bottom for a four-hour-long private lesson with my favourite rigger and his glorious partner. The top who needed a bottom for the class posted a message on FetLife and got only two responses. It amazes me what people miss out on. I can only assume that a person with a top thinks s/he doesn’t need any other kind of experience at Shibaricon, and a person without a top isn’t confident enough to take a chance on doing a class with a stranger. The rigger who taught us subscribes to the idea that tying should be a dialogue between the top and bottom, a corporeal call and response. He also insists that whenever possible the rigger should have one hand on the bottom’s body and one on the rope instead of both on the rope. In addition to using the rope to move a bottom’s body, he applies gentle hand pressure at key points on the body: one touch on my lower back straightened me out of a slump! It felt like a magical form of control. Any rigger who likes her/his bottom to be enthralled should learn it.
cradleUnfortunately, the physical and emotional demands of all this rope took a toll on me. I dropped into a terrible depression and had to sleep the afternoon away. I had a nightmare that I was in a mostly empty museum without any pants. Out the window I could see eight lanes of highway standing between me and my hotel. I reasoned that I had somehow gotten to the museum half-naked and should thus be able to leave and get back to my hotel without any fuss. I wrenched myself awake before my dream self had to steal a museum guard’s pants. This was my first experience of drop, and it was so awful that once I was back into circulation I acted as though I would explode if anyone tried to put rope on me. (I was rope-open the next day, although a bit wary.)
carrotmeetsstick Without doubt the best part of Shibaricon was my regular play partner, who I’ve written about before. He took care of me when I was struggling with drop. He agreed to a dinner-time cuddle and made me feel perfectly at ease when I showed up at his polyamorous pad. He and I snuggled while his primary partner and her play partner ordered Chinese food—and no one fell into a jealous rage (possibly because we were united in hunger). I learned that I have been underestimating him. I’d figured that like many men I’ve met before he is reserved and taciturn because he has little to give and express. I even assumed that he would never make eye contact with me while we played. It turns out he has just taken a reasonable amount of time to open up to me; and during that time I have come to trust him and thus be more open and affectionate with him. Our eyes are meeting left and right. These days I’m goofily delighted to be his bunny. But I’m also apprehensive. Now that I know how sweet he can be and how much I like it, I may find it tough to encounter the reserved and taciturn version of him when we play. This could make for a thrilling dynamic but it could also leave me as confused as I was during childhood when my father would shift into asshole mode on the slightest pretext.

Credits to creators
Now that I am no longer a dedicated SL fashion blogger I feel free to use old items in my av’s wardrobe. If you’re coveting that carrot you will be disappointed.
-Pixicat- Malignant.Dress – Pink (Maitreya) (I GIMPed some severe damage to the bottom of the corset where it meets the skirt. It seemed to be visible no matter what pose my av took. Caveat emptor.)
Maitreya Mesh Body – Lara V3.4
White Widow, Deadman tat
(epoque hair) Sharp – Heat
Zenith, Lolita Rose Hat (epiphany gacha—check Marketplace)
.LeLutka.Mesh Head-STELLA v1.3
Skinnery, Love Spark Milk applier for LeLutka (may have been an event exclusive)
[F]oil- Wing Chains Hoop Earring Gold (not available as [F]oil but see if you can track down creator Tracei Moore’s latest line)
{Meghindo’s} ~ Vintage pink satin rosette ~ bracelet (very old gift)
pose pic one and three: [[RH]] Design House, Old Rose Bouquet -Red (bouquet comes in three colours with choice of three poses)
pose pic four: Ma Vie, Mistress pack (in pic three I added Schadenfreude, Motivation on a string carrot (freakishly old prop))
Mesmerize Dungeon, Padded Cell Hospital
outdoor pics shot at Mercy Falls

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