A visiting dear friend wanted to see the rope world I've been describing in this blog. Serendipity works in funny ways, and thanks to another friend's head ups, we found ourselves walking into Indigo , a cozy bar up some steep stairs in Roppongi, where, on Monday night Kitagawa Shuhei-sensei holds a weekly rope-circle.

It was another hot & humid Tokyo night, and wondering what the night would bring, we walked into the bar. Being a week-night and early in the evening, the place was relaxed and we got to occupy the nice corner table. Shuhei-sensei joined us for introductions and chit chats, and very organically I found myself sitting on the carpeted floor ready to experience his rope. 

As Shigonawa Bingo  (from Hajime Kinoko's Ichinawa-kai' school) was also there, practicing in preparation for his upcoming show at London FAJRB , Shuhei-sensei decided to go with floor work.

I did not know what to expect as I had never seen any of Shuhei-sensei's work before and we had a brief conversation about problems and so forth. He was very easy going and genuinely friendly, so even though I was nervous for the rope, I also felt relaxed and comfortable enough to mention that he could take off any piece of clothing he wished.

And he surely did take me on my word.  It became clear pretty soon that it was going to be a very sensual session ...

Embracing me from behind, he made me embrace myself and with my arm crossed in front of me, he proceeded to remove my t-shirt and bra. The arms covering my breasts somehow made me even more aware of my semi-nudity, and with my head down, he tied my hands together. The next rope was used to bond my thighs together, and then my ankles.

With my hands tied, my arms kept tightly against my body, he started whispering in my ear "怪しい。。。"("aren't you a questionable lady ...") while one hand trailed down to intrude between my legs and making me acutely aware of my vulnerability.

In a sudden strong move, he pulled me back by my hair, making me lean on him, and lowering my hands he placed and tied them just so that I was touching myself. In this exposed and embarrassing position, he fondled my breasts before pushing me back up sitting straight and pulling my hands, still tied together, behind my head, denying me the last pretense of decor I had left.

Again, pulling me back, he bind my breasts in a cup-cake style tie, before moving the rope and sliding it slowly up over my body, up to reach my throat and then down, between my legs. My breathing had gotten ragged by now with the intensity building up, and after whispering some more in my ear " ”びしょびしょうやん。。。" ("soppy wet, aren't we ..."), he untied my thighs, turned me around, and tied me back in a hog-tie, pulling up my skirt and slapping and cupping my ass cheeks, while my head was buried in his lap. Somehow, even burying my face did not help me hide and I knew I was tied in a very exposed and lascivious pose.

It was time to unwind, and laying me back on the carpet, he carefully removed the rope, while I recovered my breathing and bearings.

... to be continued ... 

Authors: rida

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