My Rope Master, Funiculosus, had an unexpected break in his calendar, so drove down to see me today … bringing his ropes!

After hugs and being lovingly assaulted by my over-enthusiastic doggy, we went upstairs to play.

He had a new star harness he wanted to practice – I enjoy being his guinea pig. He’d not brought a blindfold or his noise cancelling headphones, so I was able to watch him work, feeding the ropes through, noticing how nothing is actually knotted only caught and trapped to avoid slipping.

It was still a sensual experience, and we were both aroused by it. The different setting making no difference because our focus was on each other and the texture and scent of the rope.

When he’d finished, I suggested that I lie in the bed and we cuddle for a bit. He agreed, but first bound my legs up.

And there we lay for an hour or more just cuddling, his arms around me and my head on his chest. He said it was the longest he’d kept somebody tied for.

The ropes and his arms held me, I felt safe and calm – my mind was silent. But every time my body was in a certain position next to his, I would start rubbing myself against him. I was very aroused! And so was he!

Yet, at no point did it go any further – that wasn’t the point.

Time stood still, but when I was ready and I asked, he took the ropes off. The only thing that made it necessary? My shoulder was aching from my hands being behind my back!

After a little cuddling and kissing on the bed, we went for lunch to the Indian street food café in the high street.

Funiculosus can talk for England, and I love listening to him. Getting a word in can be difficult – and he knows this, and says to me that I can tell him to shut up if I need to!

His enthusiasm for his job is infectious: like me, his job is more like a hobby that he gets paid for. He manages a number of eating establishments and knows a lot about food – and he loves to eat! A passion that we share.

We also made a few plans for more time together, including a foodie and kink trip to London in March.

After lunch, we returned to my house for a few extra cuddles.

In the end she joined in our cuddle on the sofa, where I could have slept wrapped up in his arms. He said that he could have slept also. We fit together.

Even while we lay together on the sofa we talked about the boundaries that we have in our relationship. And I didn’t feel threatened or scared.

He has a long-term partner whom he loves totally – and from whom he has no secrets. He knows all about me.

I know that Funiculosus’ partner comes first. I understand the boundaries of what we are, and I’m at ease inside them. There’s no ambiguity between us – we both know where we stand. And I am happy, and I feel safe. I do not need to possess him, but I can love him. We are friends and playmates.

And we are both happy.