As I got out of the car, Funiculosus was as the door waiting. I ran towards him fully expressing my inner puppy. If I’d have had a tail, it’s wagging would have broken the sound barrier!

I removed my shoes, as usual, but unlike usual he ordered me to undress in the hall.

This was new!

He put tape over my eyes, he then carefully led me into the lounge area. He put me against the wall and ordered me to raise my hands up into the air and stand on tiptoes. Somehow he got a hood on me. The tape and hood weren’t as dark as the blindfold, but I was already sinking deep into subspace – that place of profound peace that submissives can find themselves when they are with the right Dominant.

He ordered me off my tiptoes and told me to put my hands behind my back ready for binding. Palm to wrist to protect the circulation.

He stroked my body with the rope, letting me feel the texture, drawing it down across my face so that I could enjoy the scent.

This was deeply arousing, yet my mind was completely blank. I couldn’t form complete thoughts.

He bound my wrists, then slowly, carefully, sensually, he constructed a chest harness.

I was swaying as he worked, enjoying the tightness of the bindings and the tickle of the fibres. I could hear the ropes creaking.

As he worked around my body, he would occasionally check that I was ok. I think I was capable of going “mmm” to reassure him. He brushed against me, but told me off for trying to kiss him.

“You can have me later,” he chided.

He manoeuvred me back and commanded me to sit.

Then he bound my legs to the stool. First one, then the other, linking the chest and leg bindings together.

I was blissed out.

To add to the sensory experience, he put earplugs in and then put the noise cancelling headphones on me.

I was so peaceful.

I was also very horny!

Funiculosus stopped and admired his work. I discovered later that he took some photos.

Then he got his toys and sent my physical senses alight using his wands. He drew back before I got to close to the edge.

He enjoys teasing me.

I enjoy being teased.

We fit together perfectly.

After a while, he untied me to try something else. I’d sent him a picture of a tie that I liked the look of the night before and wondered whether he’d like to try it. He’d watched a video and was experienced enough to give it a go.

This was less sensual because he was learning and sometimes had to unthread his work. Much of this one was behind my back, so I couldn’t see what he was going even without a blindfold … nevertheless I enjoyed trying to distract him with kisses, and he would return them or hold me.

When it was done, he led me to the sofa where we lay with each other for a while. Sadly, this one did restrict my circulation a little and I had to let him know – he never wants this play to be dangerous and has made me promise to tell him if ever it was uncomfortable.

He could see the problem: the upper arm tie was too tight, but there was no way to ease it without almost fully releasing me.

I enjoyed him practising on me – we are in this together: I know that I can trust him to take care of me, and he knows that he can trust me to tell him what works.

That was fine – it was lunchtime and he’d cooked me spicy potatoes and cauliflower, kofta kebabs, and dhal.

Perfect!

What luck to have found a rope master who is also a talented chef!

I was in heaven in several different ways today!