CONTENT WARNING:

• BDSM
• bondage / rope restraint
• watersports
• breath play references
• sensory deprivation
• discussion of castration surgery
• altered mental states / subspace

My time with Funiculosus is a constant journey – we are always trying new things. Sometimes it’s things that one or other of us have tried before, sometimes new.

The bank holiday traffic was heavy on this baking hot Saturday, even going away from the coast. Towards the coast it was nose-to-tail. It only added twenty minutes onto my journey though.

Today, after the warm welcome, he bid me strip and put on my new collar. Rubber! With a yellow trim.

He told me to get in the shower cubicle with my back to him and get onto all fours.

Then he scent-marked me.

The warm stream splattering on my shoulders, down my spine, and between my butt-cheeks. The sense was electric! I laughed with joy!

“Don’t you back up on me!” He commanded. He, being the Dom, was still dressed.

I think the experience lasted ten minutes – and then he revealed that Gary he’d changed his plans. The water sports were supposed to be the second event, but because I was late the pressure on his bladder had become very uncomfortable!

He told me to shower, while he washed the collar, but didn’t put it back on me: next was the vac-bed!

A vac-bed, or vacuum bed, consists of two sheets of rubber about two meters by one meter and sealed on three sides. Along all four sides is strong plastic tubing to hold the sheets taut. At one of the lower corners there is a vacuum cleaner attachment. Towards the open end there was a hole for a breathing tube.

The smell of rubber was intense and erotic in a way I hadn’t experienced before.

Still naked after the shower, he told me to shuffle down between the sheets. Surprising, the sheets were cool but not cold. Maybe it was the scorching May weather, it perhaps that’s just how rubber feels.

He fed the breathing tube through the rubber, there was a funny taste to it which was difficult to define.

I would say the novelty and the procedure were distracting… but my body’s reaction proved otherwise!

Funiculosus turned on the vacuum and the air was quickly sucked out. The rubber started to compress against my skin. It felt tight – but deliciously tight! Very stimulating.

He’d warned me that I might feel pinching where the rubber sheets came together, or my nose or eyes might feel uncomfortable under the pressure. It was my ears that hurt a little – a feeling similar to that in an airplane cabin. I wonder if that was the water after the shower? Who’d have thought there was so much power in a domestic vacuum cleaner?

I hate the sound of vacuum cleaners, and when I’m cleaning at home I’ll wear noise cancelling headphones. I expected this to be unpleasantly noisy, but once my ears were completely sealed the sound was a distant and barley audible drone.

A further surprise was the darkness. I expected to be able to perceive light through the rubber, but the blackness was complete. I loved the numbing of my senses.

I could move only a little, but I dare say that had I been determined that I could have escaped.

I felt his hands move over the rubber. The sensation was distant, but I could feel it. The light pressure of his touch and the warmth of his hands.

Then came the vibrator. That easily got through the rubber!

I laughed loudly as the vibrations shot over my groin like giggly electricity.

And when I laughed, the seal on the rubber around my face loosened for a moment and I got to enjoy the sensation of being sealed time and again.

Then he breathed into the breathing tube. My body knew what to do and I relaxed and let him breathe for the both of us. It is a very intimate experience.

I do not know how long I was in the vac-bed for, but the day was still very young.

After I wriggled out of the vac-bed, he put the collar back on me. I always kneel when he puts the collar on me and he asked why. What did I answer? I do not know. My brain was becoming light – like I was intoxicated, which I guess I was.

He put me into the familiar chest harness with my hands to the front. It’s more comfortable for long term rope play, and I tend to stay roped for an hour or two at a time. As he tied me, he asked his usual questions checking on whether things were tight enough or too tight. He takes great care to make sure that our pay is safe.

But I was dropping down, down, down into subspace.

Time ceased to have meaning.

The world became touch and scent and sound. The cold bright light of day misted over to warm and regulating darkness. It was different from the utter black of the vac-bed, where I was without sight but otherwise I was still “me”, instead this was a floating deep calm.

What happened? I know that he held me and kissed me. He touched me. He used his “boys” (the vibrating wands). He tied my legs. He blindfolded me and removed it a number of times. I was hogtied on the sofa. He moved me around the room with my eyes closed or bound. My trust in him is absolute.

I breathed slowly. Each breath an eon and an instant.

He breathed into me. He put his hand over my mouth and nose and controlled my breathing. I was calm.

After a century, he unbound me.

I flopped on the sofa. I had been unable to speak with anything but monosyllables while I was under. It took quite some time to come back around afterwards. I lay there like a Victorian consumptive for a while as he unwound the ropes.

Suddenly, he exclaimed “there’s a muntjac in the garden!”

I still had rope on me, so I couldn’t sit up to see.

He’d nearly finished untying me when it returned. I struggled to sit up – just in time to see the tiny deer retreat back into the woods at the end of Funiculosus’ garden. It felt like I was hallucinating.

The sense of otherworldliness persisted while he cooked me lunch. Spaghetti Carbonara! I can tell you that it was sensational! My Rope Master knows how to feed every aspect of my soul!

We cuddled for a bit after lunch before we tried something new to both of us: suspension!

He put me into a behind-the-back harness, and then told me to lie on the floor.

He brought a pair of high push-up bars and started to tie my right leg into an improvised harness. He did something similar to my left leg, although that was only roped at the ankle. The position was somewhat reminiscent of the stirrups I was in during my castration surgery, although back then I couldn’t feel anything below the navel and my upper body felt cold. Of course, in Mexico they are not in the habit of restraining their patients.

The pressure on my legs was fine. I was able to do bum raises to test the ties: they were fine and there was no pain or discomfort.

Then he added a rope to the chest harness to connect it to the second beam. He pulled my chest off the ground quite easily.

There was some discomfort around my upper arms, and a pressure on the back of my neck. I reported that to Funiculosus: this is new territory and he needed to know what works and what doesn’t. He felt a little anxious about hurting me – BDSM, especially shibari, can be dangerous and it’s very important that the sub (ie me) continually communicates with the Dom.

There was something else … what was it? It wasn’t panic – I wasn’t in any danger of having a meltdown. But the sense of vulnerability as my body left the ground was next level.

I want more of that!

We didn’t continue with the suspension for long: it was new to both of us – and this is what is special about our relationship: because we have rapport and trust and strong communication, we can try new things and learn together.

I want more of that!