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Hey look.. it’s my class on the NELA page..   this makes me happy

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- RJ

Rope play has been entering into the spotlight for kink enthusiasts during the past few years, it is even making headway into popular culture. There are lots of great sources online if you know where to look but this can be daunting. RiggerJay, a Boston based rope enthusiast, will help you get going with a hands on course to teach you some basics of rope play, including some history and of course how to stay safe. The main goal of the class is to equip you with new skills that you can take home and make use of right away.

Given the hands on nature of the class, it is recommended that you bring 3 thirty foot lengths of rope. Clothes line or something similar from your local home hardware store would work for this class.

This class is for beginners only. We ask that the more experienced members of our community not attend.

Saturday April 18th, 2009 Time :TBA (but it is in evening before club opens)

Sin-O-matic 1254 Boylston st, Boston MA 02215

Please RSVP by emailing RSVP@NELAonline.org . When you RSVP, please let us know if you are a NELA Associate, and/or if you are bringing any friends.

Free to NELA associates, 15$ for non-associates (but you can join NELA for $20 and get in free, pay at the class or join NELA online and bring your printout)

You must be 18 years of age or older to attend any NELA sponsored event.

As we go through life we encounter and interact with people.  Of course all of them i meet have some sort of impact on me, but seeing the impact you have had on someone else is not as common.

In my last post I mentioned the woman who ended up “Stunt Bottoming” for me several times during the  trip to Michigan. Her name is kismet29 over on fetlife.com, some photos related are up on your profile. Go say Hi.

She shared with me her blog of the experience being demo model form during classes and of some of our flirting.  It was written after event of course but in context of what was going through her mind at that time.    I wanted to share this (with her permission of course) .  It is example of the impact you can have as you travel life that you just don’t normally get to understand or apprectiate .

- RJ

by kismet29

And that is how the whole thing pretty much started.  Let me back track.  we arrived at WMR meeting, went downstairs, and said our hellos… there were a fair amount of people that i had not yet met face to face, but had at least seen or talked to on line, so that was interesting.  G got things started, with a un – conference, asking for demo ideas.  There were some ideas that I had never heard of, and some that i TOTALLY wanted to see.  he also introduced a friend of his from Boston named jay, aka riggerjay, who is pretty cool…. we split off into small groups with hj and i watching the beginners’ tie class to learn some stuff that we didn’t know how to properly do… so we sat in a circle, and i ended up sitting with rj  to my right… he was explaining some things, and then without really looking at me, just barely glancing in my general direction, says “may i?” and I said what?  And he said “give me your arm.” so, in a very UN kistmet like fashion, I did just that.  He demoed a couple of ties, and answered some questions, and then we broke for snacks and what not.  I went outside to have a quick smoke, came back inside, and everyone was in the basement, but I heard voices faintly in the living room, so I peered in to see s and rj putting the head house sub in a fantastic arm bind called dragonfly sleeves… s sees me, and we are pretty good acquaintances, and says want to be tied up?  And I replied, if I must I must…  him, knowing full well that I would never turn down rope stuffs: D

So s puts me in dragonfly sleeves as well, and then says to the head sub m, then rj gets very close to her, and whispers something, she giggles, and then pads off to do his bidding.. it is at this moment that he and s turn to me, and start talking about adjustments to be made here or there, to make things more pleasurable for me.. Ha ha… she comes back with a multi – speed bullet vibe,  and he pulls a ring and peg out of nowhere, and makes a spot for it on the front of my jeans…she (m) has the remote for the vibe, so my entire pleasure rests in her hand, in a very literal way.  She has way too much fun with it as well, and the whole time I am thinking in my head, “The new rope boy needs to be quiet.”  : )  after they have had their fun, and I am ready to say “either let me come, or just stop”, he comes behind me, and I feel his hands on my shoulder, and then I feel it.  The binding lets go, and the pleasure I was feeling dissipates quickly, and he says “instant shame”.  It was an interesting few moments, to say the least.

We head downstairs after that to join the rest of the group, and rj looks at me and says “you need to sit here.  I am going to use you in a demo, but first I am going to do this one.”  He does a ring and peg demo on k (a lovely choice) that stands naked in front of the entire group.  At one point he looks at me, and says I need 4 rings and 4 pegs.   I stumble a bit trying to make things go smoothly for him, wanting him to be happy… it was the strangest feeling for me, but I ignore it still.  Then he finishes with her, and says to me stand up.  So I do so, and he starts to do a rope corset on me, and makes a comment about my having hips, which makes me instantly aware of my body, my size, and about how I will never look like the girl ahead of me, and I start to silently scold myself for being a foolish girl, and that starts a chain reaction in my own head of negativity, but I will come back to that. The rope corset does not go as well as either of us had hoped, so he looks at me, and says “you are going to do some predicament bondage later” and I reply, without question or anything, simply “ok.’

A few minutes go by, and g starts a scene/demo with a rope bottom guy and I decide to go upstairs and grab a couple crackers, so my blood sugar doesn’t drop and things like that… I hang out upstairs for a bit, and then I head back downstairs and I see them setting things up for the demo that I am going to be in… I treat it much like getting a tattoo done.  I cannot watch the set up, as it freaks me out, and finally they are ready for me.

G takes my wrists and binds them to a pole in the basement so that my arms are above my head.   rj comes to me and says “I am going to take off your bra.”  So there I am, standing in front of him and thirty virtual strangers, wearing nothing but very wet black panties… and I hear him ask quietly, “how are you about having things attached to your nipples?” and I reply “around them is ok, on them is not” so, he then starts attaching clothespins to my breasts.  He drags an open one across my rock hard nipples, and I must have winced, preparing for the pain, and then I hear his voice say “ I am not going to attach it, that was just for me.” and smiles a very wicked smile.

The clothespins are tied with thin pink rope, which is tied to a thicker piece of red rope, which is tied to a bag of g’s ropes, which is hanging from the ceiling.. I now understand kind of what is happening.  He says to me “open up” and places the red rope in my mouth, and the bag feels so heavy against my jaw… it was unbelievable.  He then says to the crowd, what I have just done is set her up for failure” that is one of the only mistakes he made, to tell me that I am going to fail.

Having never met me before, he did not realize how head strong I actually am.  It was at that point where I made up my mind that I was going to take ANYTHING that they were going to give me (within reason) and I knew that those clothes pins were coming off, but I was not going to be the one to do it.  If he wanted them off that bad, he was going to have to do it himself.  : D

So time goes on, and the use this wheel with some spiky bits on my legs and arms, and they flog me a bit… then I hear a voice from behind me say something about my hands being blue.  I feel rj standing in front of me saying “it’s ok, I am going to give you a bit of a break for now while they fix your hands, let go of the rope”, then I feel the rope slack a bit, and my brain and my jaw have a 5 second fight.  The brain says “if you let go of this bag, and he is lying, you are going to look like a foolish girl, and you will have proven him right”, While my jaw is saying “ok. Let go of the damn rope.”  My jaw won, and I welcomed the slack into my mouth… then all of a sudden, I feel it.  What was a dull ache is now a throbbing pain ripping through my lower jaw… I feel the tension on my wrists ease up at bit, and then I hear his voice in my head saying ok, I am letting go now… the weight of the bag feels as if it had doubled now, and my jaw starts to protest, but I myself stay silent.  I make no noise, nor do I let on my discomfort.

Other things happen at this point, although I cannot remember what… there was more talking between the three of them, and I feel jay standing in front of me once more, asking me if I can take thirty.  Does not tell me thirty of what, just says thirty.  A moan escapes me, and I faintly nod yes.. a couple more things happen, although I am not sure what, I hear the sound of the three men behind me, but I can only make out rj’s voice, and his is a whisper at best.. I feel him in front of me, I open my eyes, and he says “how about twenty…if you take twenty, I will let down this bag.  ” I reply through gritted teeth that I can in fact take twenty.

An eternity goes by, and I hear the question “right or left” I do not know who said this, I only know that it wasn’t rj’s voice.. And I stutter, and reply “right”.     time stops.  And then I hear it hit.

SMACK

The sensation feels as if the muscle in my leg has been set on fire, and the back of my thigh is on the epicenter of the pain I say nothing, but I do sharply inhale… Then I hear g say “count.”  I say “I’m suppose to count?” in what I imagine is a pleading tone… and the crowd replies yes.  And then I hear g say

“Start over.”

I wait for it…and I wait a long time, frantically trying to prepare my brain for where it’s going to hit and when it’s going to hit…

SMACK

Through my aching jaw, and the site of the first impact, I manage to say “one.”

I hear a woman’s voice on my left say “what do you say after being hit?”  And it is at this time that I panic for the first time throughout this whole demo.  The need to make him happy, and the fear of not knowing what to do, the urge to say “I don’t fucking know, I am not usually a sub” came to mind, but I thought better of it.  And then, I hear the answer.  “You are supposed to say thank you sir”… I then heave an internal sigh of relief, and then I hear g say

“Start over.”

The ache of the first hit, and the sting from the second, I stand there, completely on display, waiting for the next strike.

SMACK

It comes, and hits me at the base of my ass, where my thigh comes together… and I say “thank you sir. One” g says in a laughing tone, “you said it backward.”

“Start over.”

Dear god I think to myself…. just give them what they want. Just let go of the bag and be done with it, but no.  I will not give in that easily.  I hear the three of them talking, and I hear rj’s voice, and it was as if his was the only voice that mattered to me at that moment, and all I wanted to do was prove him wrong and make him remove the clothes pins himself.

Then, I feel it strike me again and again and again, all the while I am counting and saying thank you sir after each hit… at eleven strikes, I hear g say fifteen, nineteen, twelve, five…and once again, my brain starts to panic, because I know that if I lose count now, I will have to start over.  Somehow, I manage to focus on the numbers, the ache in my arms, the burning in my jaw, and the already forming bruises spattered about my legs, hips and ass, and keep the correct count.

Then I hear it.  I hear them get to twenty.  I breathe an internal sigh of relief, and I feel him in front of me once again.  I open my eyes to meet his, and then he very quietly says” let go of the bag.”  I open my mouth, and my jaw is so stiff and sore from holding that rope, and gritting my teeth against it…that it explodes, and feels like a ball of exposed nerves.  He comes close to me, and I stare into his eyes for what feels like hours, and then he says to me in a voice so quiet and so gentle that I could have sworn that it wasn’t actually said, but merely thought, and with a wicked softness says to me “this is going to hurt, you know that right?”  I nod yes… he then says “you know what I am going to do…” and again I look at the man who orchestrated all of this pleasure and all of this pain:, the man at the center of my world at this moment, and say “yes….I know.”

And then it happens.  He pulls the hot pink rope, and I don’t even feel it for a second, and then a final wave of pain hits me, and I am grateful that I can lean into the ropes that still hold my wrists captive… it washes over me with such intensity that for a brief second, I thought my knees were going to buckle… then, it was over.

I feel my wrists release, and I am free.  There are pink welts starting to form across my chest from the zipper, and bruising on my legs.  I can hear people talking to me, saying things like “good job, you took it like a champ” but then I hear him say, “are you alright, do you need to sit down” all of those things… if I could go back and change anything, it would have been this moment.  The moment where I am supposed to be enjoying subspace and all of that, but all I wanted was to have my clothes on… I was, after all that, embarrassed for being virtually naked.  I wish I would have allowed myself to not be in control for a moment, and just have let other people take care of me…. But, live and learn.

I went out to visit friends in Seattle and then Vancouver.  I flew out of Boston Thursday the 12  and came back on 18th.  Will blog the fun and good stuff later…

Some of the non-kink fun..  well un fun actually..

Turns out due to unforeseen issues the friends I was to visit on 12th were out of town.  So I ended up going from Seattle to Vancouver a day early.    That night when I got there, the friend I was staying with noticed a kinda big issue.  The rental car I had, the plates expired in Jan..    Much of my Friday was spent running errands like picking up rental photo equipment and exchanging my car I picked up in Seattle, in Vancouver for one with US plates and not expired tag    *SIGH*

On way home from Seattle to Boston on 18th..    Something I had for lunch did not sit well with me , I ended up sick all night , weak, dizzy really bad night.  That since due to my last trip extending a day, I could not skip work next day..  I was not a happy camper.

But to finish off an un-fun post with something funny.      Two buddys of mine took care of the cats while I was gone.   Amusingly   a webcomic posted something about that same week I was gone.

I met Nawa*G and Lil*J via  ALT.com some time ago when I was first getting into rope,we talked on line abit and hit it off well.  Shortly after than I had opportunity to meet them by going out to Detroit for a kink convention.  We have  been friends ever since.

Nawa*G and Lil*J are the founders of the  West Michigan Rope Group, At Shibaricon last year I got chance to hang out and become quickly friends with many of the members that showed up at the con.

Finally with a lull in the craziness of work, took some time off and fly out to visit them and attend one of the WMR rope sessions.

Friday was nice, traveled out in the morning to Grand Rapids, only hiccup was my bag full of rope and such decided that it rather stay in Chicago in anticipation of Shibaricon rather than coming out to GR with me.

That evening after a nice dinner with G and J  and getting to meet MasterSar, we ended up with a little bit of rope and play party. I put a little rope on J but mostly I enjoyed dragging various blades from MasterSar’s collection across her while G held her and kept her blind folded

Saturday was off to the West Michigan Rope group.  The theme for the day was “Unconference“.  Short version is, people there said things they wanted to learn, and if someone there knew how to teach what people wanted they would present and anyone who had stuff to add was free too.

I ended up presenting on a few topics

• Rope 101
• Rings and Pegs
• Basic Rope Corset
• Predicament Bondage

They were a lot of fun and good practice for my up coming Rope 101 class in April for NELA.

I made many new friends especially so the charming “Stunt Bottom” who I ended up abusing in fun ways through out the day.

When I got home from the WMR class happily my suitcase had given up on waiting for Shibaricon and showed up at the house!

Sunday While getting ready to head home, my phone rang.  It was an automated call from United. My flight from Chicago back to Boston had been canceled due to snow in Boston.  After spending time on phone, I rebooked the whole flight from Grand Rapids back to Boston for Monday.   Rest of day was mellow,  I twittered about not getting home and quickly was asked if I was “Making Lemon aid out of Lemons”.   I posted a picture from play time Friday night and some one called me on it.  So quickly took this picture of  lovely Lil*J and T

Monday Was  quiet and easy trip home.   Caught up on mail and depressurized before back to work..