Content note: This post discusses consensual BDSM, rope bondage, sensory deprivation, and puppy play, in a reflective, non-graphic way.

After the previous night’s fun with the tongue bite and the endless bleeding, I was shattered when I finally got woken up by the alarm.

But I had to set an alarm because I’m seeing my Rope Master again today!

I was still feeling nauseous and I do not know why that should be, other than I haven’t felt great the whole Christmas period. After the bite, I wasn’t allowed hot drinks in case they dislodged the blood clot, and I was worried about eating a breakfast with crunch. On the way I refuelled the car at the garage and grabbed a protein shake for my breakfast.

Once I’d had enough shake to assuage my hunger, I popped an antinausea tablet under my gum. It would have an hour to work.

I put my “music to make me smile” playlist on and zipped off to Rope Master’s house.

I’d parked up and the door sprang open to his joyful face; my own inner child – or inner puppy – energy came straight out and I ran to him like I used to run to my favourite aunt and uncle when I was a kid.

In his WhatsApp messages he frequently says “I see you”, like the Na’vi say in the Avatar films. And he does. And I do feel seen.

Once inside we didn’t get straight to play as we had done the previous couple of times, instead we cuddled and chatted. I told him a bit about New Years Day and the tongue biting! He gave me the gossip of work and the fun and games he has with his colleagues. Like me his job is less a job and more a hobby that he gets paid for!

Suddenly I sat up from the cuddle and said “shall we play?”

And we were off. Funiculosus showed me some hoods that he’d had made from Adidas socks (he has a super sock fetish – he either puts me in socks or I have to pick something out for him). He started with a chest harness again.

Straight away my mind settled and my vocab dropped to minimal.

As he worked, he would occasionally kiss me or hug me. His smooth hard body lending his warmth to me. I tried to follow where he was, but I couldn’t see him and had only the slightest idea. He checks in with me regularly to make sure that I am OK.

Then he gently walked me to the massage table and got me to sit down, then helped me to lie on my back.

He then performed the leg ties, looping the rope around my thighs and calves to bind them together. He tells me that I am very flexible. Again he asked how I was feeling. I said that the right leg felt a little tight at loop two; he saw it immediately and re-did the whole leg.

Then he carefully turned me over. I felt just a shade of nerves as he did so because I was about a metre off the floor on a massage table – but only slightly nervous because I trust him absolutely.

There I was, prone, on the table. Utterly unable to move, apart from back extensions.

It felt sublime!

My mind was silent.

He put the sensory deprivation headphones on me and then the world was silent too.

Maybe I was there for several minutes or many severals of minutes. Time stands still.

He removed the headphones and I think that was when he manoeuvred himself below the table and kissed me through the face-hole in the table.

Then he untied my legs and climbed onto the table with me. I asked him to put his full weight on me, which felt incredible – again that total body connection. Utterly powerless, but completely safe.

This was what I’d craved.

After he helped me off the table and asked if I’d like to cuddle on the sofa. We walked to the sofa and I lay on my side and he spooned me. He did a little breath play, which I loved – again that sense of safety in danger. I suppose like a bungee jump or a fairground ride in its own way.

Then one of us asked whether the other would like some puppy play. Whoever asked, whoever answered said “yes!”

So I popped the hood and very quickly dropped from the sub-space I was in into puppy-space – Pizza mode: ENABLED!

My vocab disappeared and I became this naughty puppy, Pizza, who loved to follow his master around. He told me to wait, but Pizza just had to follow so that he could see where master was.

Master took a length of rope and tried to make Pizza sit while he created a harness. Pizza was into everything: what’s that hand got in it? What’s that new smell? Where’s that going? And sniffing! Pizza has to sniff!

Funiculosus loved it because it was just like trying to tie a rope around a real puppy.

Right up to (and including) a moment when Pizza accidentally punched him in the balls when he was trying to sniff certain intimate areas.

Once the harness was on (it was a basic chest harness), master walked Pizza to the sofa and patted it. Pizza looked at him a moment, then sprang onto the sofa. Master cuddled Pizza and tickled his belly – he also discovered that Pizza had other ticklish places.

Pizza would follow master’s finger wherever it went, and tried to gently nip it.

Pizza loves to lick and nuzzle and was getting quite randy.

Master said “if Pizza keeps doing that, master will have to take him to the vet to have the snip!”

Silly master! Pizza has already been to the vet!

Master laughed when the penny dropped: Pizza was already neutered!

Pizza and master ended up on the floor snuggling, until suddenly I (Jay) took the mask off and kissed Funiculosus as a human.

Funiculosus had loved the puppy play.

It was the deepest I’d gone with it – and it needs a master willing to play along and get into their persona as puppy handler – that he did so well!

Clothes slowly went back on and we were on the sofa for a bit longer, while he talked and I just snuggled up to him. I suppose I was both Pizza and Jay in that moment.

After a while me cooked me some dinner. He always seems to cook a little extra for me when he cooks for his family. And, my god! It was a curry to die for! Egg curry – something new to an Englishman, and utterly divine.

After more chatting, and cuddling, and sharing photos of our lives outside kink, Funiculosus asked if I’d like to meet his husband. I felt very nervous, but I’d do it if that’s what he wanted: he is so warm and generous I could not have said no.

His husband came home about thirty minutes after the question had been asked. In everyway different from Funiculosus, he is also a warm human and I took to him at once. Not somebody that I’d necessarily feel comfortable playing with, but I think he, I, and Funiculosus could enjoy time together as a group of friends.

I realised that this was something new and significant for Funiculosus and his husband.