Kinbaku night @ CozMo's Cafe with Arisue Go
courtesy of Yoroi-Nicolas
It was another hot and humid night in Tokyo, and after a long day I headed for CozMo's cafe in Shibuya for Rachel's bar night with Arisue Go.

I've had the pleasure to meet Kogure-san previously but I've never had the chance to meet Arisue Go Sensei , and it sounded like the perfect opportunity.  

A bit apprehensive as I would be walking in by myself, I took a deep breath and arrived at the bar. It was still early and quiet, and the first thing I noticed was a bundle of rope on the bar's counter: somehow it made me feel at ease and I quickly settled on one of the stools and started chatting with a couple of guys that were sitting with it: Becq and Yoroi-Nicolas

A round of cheers and some Guinness and it was time for Arisue Sensei to start tying his first customer. In the space between the counter and the tables, a high chair was placed and Arisue Sensei started tying a tall and slim trans-lady with a shiny pink shirt. 


I had already booked myself, of course, and quietly settled to watch the action. Or so I thought, as Becq asked for my wrists and tied them together securing them behind my head: extemporaneous rope! The night was going to be fun!As soon as Arisue Sensei was done tying the pink-lady to the high chair, it was my turn. To start he got me to cross my arms behind my neck and my wrist got bind together, my arms tied as well and then connected down to a chest harness. From there, I was put to sit on a chair as well, and the rope got wrapped around my waist, my hip, and thighs to secure me to the chair. And then down to tie my legs to the chair's leg. More rope to connect the upper harness to the hip/tights and I found myself pulled down, unable to rise my head straight.It was an incredibly comfortable position, in stark contrast with the high paced music played by the DJ. Airuse-sensei's movement were all very fluid and precise, no hurry, not hassle, and yet quick and strong, almost as if the rope itself was spinning out of his hands, like the thread of a spider-web, embracing and trapping me in it.Alas it was time for the rope to come off. Rope taken away, I shyly introduced myself to Arisue-sensei but as he was ready to move on to his next rope-bunny, I simply went back to settle at my place. 
Next, Yoroi-san, that I discovered was a student of Arisue-sensei, offered to tie me and of course I was not going to miss the chance to get as much rope as possible! 
This turned out to be a very interesting rope: dynamic in spite of the fact I was statically stuck on a bar stool.He started by binding my arms together in front of me. From there, the rope got passed between my legs and then secured to my waist, and chest. Put sitting on a high bar stool, first my left leg got folded up and tied to the side of the stool, and then my left one got crossed over the knee of the right one and I found myself in a very precarious and yet balanced position. Rope got then tied into my hair causing me to have to bend my head backward, making me feel even more precariously perched on the stool. Somehow all my sassyness was lost once the rope got wrapped around my mouth.Rope got untied and retied, my right leg got moved from one place to the other; and perched on the high stool, my balance got unbalanced and re balanced: the fast pace in time with the rhythm of the music, my mind lulling with the rope.The rope undone and the magic broken, I noticed that some more people that I knew had arrived for the night. So after thanking Yoroi-san, I went to settle down with them. But with all the rope action going on around me, I just could not sit still, and noticing that Becq did not have anybody to tie at the moment, I offered myself up.The tie was more familiar this time, starting with a takatekote, and slowly but surely, the rope got wrapped around my chest, once, twice. The pace much more relaxed, the feeling of the rope much more familiar, I relaxed into it and simply let it happen. Breast harness in place, the waist rope got passed between my legs before I was made to sit on a chair, and my legs tied to it. I felt so relaxed that even the loud fast paced music almost faded away, and before I noticed, the rope started to come off, but with a quirk: a single rope got tied loosely around my neck to keep me "in place". And when all the rope was off, I thanked him and I was back in the loud and lively bar.Sitting and sipping on my drink, I was chatting and watching the action going on around me. The lack of a suspension point got fixed by using one of the concrete beams above and Arisue Sensei got to show his suspension skills as well in a lovely side suspension.

The night was not done yet, and one more rope was awaiting me: NdT. The familiar feeling of his rope's energy coupled with all the rope I had before, quickly brought me into my own mind, and there was nothing left but me, the rope and his energy. The rope was fast, precise, wrapping quickly around my breasts and chest in a tight and perfect takatekote. 


The suspension point proved very popular, and as such we had to satisfy ourselves with a weaker point to secure the chest harness rope to it. My left leg got then tied around my thighs and pulled up, throwing me out of balance and forcing me to struggle against the rope biting into my arms: suddenly I was reminded of the painful side of rope. Rope got also wrapped around my mouth, my eyes, under my nose and the only sound I could hear was my ragged breath against the gagging rope and my heartbeat against the rope around my head. 


But we were not done yet and lastly, my right leg got wrapped and pulled up, and the familiar pain of the rope biting inside my flesh overwhelmed my senses, that had been so far all along the evening, only sensually caressed and soothed by the rope.Quickly the rope got taken away, first from my face, then from my right leg, letting me back in touch with the ground, then the left one, unsteadily reaching the ground. The time that took to take the chest harness rope away, helped me regain grip with reality. Totally drunk on rope, I moved back to my little corner, caressing my rope marks, reminiscing the different flavors and sensations and looking across to the multitude of rope enthusiast tying and being tied.

Authors: rida

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