The muse
Known as ten..
I've shared pictures of her wrapped in my rope, but I don’t think I have shared my feelings for her.
I remember when I met her I knew she was special. A feeling comes over me, reminiscent of those 80's movie 'pull back' shots that cause the background behind a subject to blur then fade away keeping the subject in focus.
Sometimes I hear music; other times I can’t hear anything but our thoughts. Yes I said our thoughts. There are times we are so connected we don’t need words.
I really can’t describe the feelings, but if I were forced to define 'bliss' I would have to say it’s my time with ten.
She is my muse. My rope takes its own path when it touches her skin. I don’t work in linear thought when it comes to bondage. I see visions usually of a finished product, then the steps to get there. I just copy the visions onto her body.
In the past the visions were premonitory, now they just happen when our rope touches her. It’s incredible.
The time we spend together when I’m tying is amazing. No words, just touches and guiding. We both fall into this space where nothing around us matters. We become one with each other and the rope. It’s so pure so perfect. Flesh, rope, flesh, love, rope, passion, freedom.
I’m in love with a ten.