Talking Lydia through taking rope to suspension did not take too much coercing. For over a year we had researched the knots together. I had first had to bring the innovative ideas to her but after the first two years she was eager to bring her Dom an idea on how to be bound. Some got her in the same position for hours, especially when we were just learning to bind the entire body. This had been sometime and entire scenes with aftercare could be done in the same amount of time. As we became better at what we did she had become eager at the idea of flying and had hinted at lifting part of her up throughout to see how it felt. We had full body knots that we could have easily been modified to get her closer to the heavens. The time had come to make the angel Lydia fly.
She was away with her parents for the afternoon. It gave me the opportunity to surprise her and reward her for the continued ambition to be my Little Rope Bunny. As she left, I began immediately upstairs in our room. To be perfectly honest it was a great deal of work to make sure someone going up would not come back down. The last thing you want is to worry about the ceiling giving way in your bedroom as they are being (suspended) or when you are taking your first photo. Our play area has continued to become more hospitable, but the first two rings in the ceiling are now my favorite. The look of glee as I pulled off the blindfold as Lydia crossed into the room makes me certain she is thought the same since then. That first moment of joy and each time after having only expounded on that idea. As the blindfold hit the ground her blouse was soon to follow. Not allowed enough time to turn around yet I lifted her hair from across her neck. Following with my other hand around her neck pulling her back into me. I tasted her lips and embraced the moment fully. The passion and dedication put into binding someone started with lust allows my hands to work more diligently. I closed the door with my foot then guided her on the bed. There was not the normal kneeling and waiting for her Dom to get each thing to be in place for our scene. Each rope and ring were already in its place for us to begin. She said that when things were set out for her and worked on over time it felt like I was worshiping her. It was true in a way. I would worship all of her as I got her body fastened and tightened down in each way, we had found out how. The time to adjust each rope and make sure the knots stay exactly so, especially when stacked needed to look fitting of her beauty.
I started with her upper body getting her arms tightened behind her back. Looping the rope around each breast to extenuate what already needed no help. It took little time to get this ready. Only a slight modification on something we had practiced many times before. This to make sure the tension of being pulled would not focus on one area. Then was time to focus on her legs, tucking one into the other. The extra consideration here did cause a slight setback. Her leg that was to be pulled up turned purple far earlier than had expected. This did happen from time to time when trying something new, but it had been many scenes. She became a bit more frantic than I thought she would. We know if it is not in that position for an extended period, it will not cause damage. We could go longer but her soft limit was five minutes, and we had not gotten there yet when it became evident, she needed relief. We easily got more rope to the area and continued the exhilarating process of getting her tied up tight to lift my Lydia. A little reassurance and comfort from her Daddy allowed the continue to worship this angel. Her perfect cheeks sticking out of the rope got as smack and we were continued together. The happy rope bunny we both were aiming for was smiling with a different excitement than when she first walked in the door. As the knots grew heavier and binds became more secure the rope looked significantly closer to an outfit. Becoming completely intertwined with different sets fixing around her abdomen forcing some muscles to fight forth. She always would check to see if her Daddy had left any millimeter to spare. This time enough for her chest and diaphragm to find a relaxed and gentle rhythm. My angel looked more like a goddess by the second. Lydia’s breast heaving from the rope intertwined and her most sensitive areas the most vulnerable. The trust that must be shared in those moments of complete control. She had happily handed that over years ago as soon as the door was closed. There were times when she had been bad and needed a punishment, she had been left tied until morning under some more extreme circumstances.
We both were thrilled with the idea of trying something beyond our previous boundaries. We had the knots down and knew the next steps would go as perfectly as they had since her leg was back to normal tone. Never any hurry or worry beyond this point. The excitement and lust becoming attuned to my performance worshiping the now blossoming goddess before me. The ropes were finally ready to be taken to the ceiling. The new rings having a shine I swear they still have today. As her ascension began, I could not help but want to mark the moment. Not only in my mind but from my perspective for her. I got her raised slightly above the bed and could see the beams of light flowing from either side no longer casting a shadow. I had her tied off and grabbed our camera which became another one of our toys. Being able to relive the moments more vividly together. Allowing her to see the beauty from my perspective. With the rope holding at this height, we only were reassured she would stay exactly where we intended. I loosened the knots that secured her from the rope and took her higher. There was a moment of repositioning that got both of our eyebrows raised. She was light enough but one thing you do not understand fully until pulling a person up by rope bound tightly is every slight movement adds pressure to delicate areas. The moment abhorrently added intensity as a life not fully lived flashed before us. Her eyes widened and then relief again. Majestically finding her grace we proceeded upwards. She later said as she rose her soul moved up with the rope but her body and worries from the day stayed on the bed. She had emerged from a cocoon of worry to be there and present. Long since claustrophobic of the binds we started with. The extra tension pulling up against her flesh. She rose higher until her eyes met mine. Her leg folded into the other, her arms tight at her sides. Her body bound but her face showing the signs of freedom and relief. She then closed her eyes after seeing the enthralling look across my face. Smiled and let her head release. Feeling each rope against her pull against muscle and bone. After this the term rope bunny did not suit her, or I for that matter. This was now an obsession with the beautiful garb I could fasten around my love. The pleasure across my face with each new thing learned was plenty for her. But we could now both embrace the benefits it brought us both. Focusing me to her and letting everything else slip to another piece in time. Her stress being left as the embracing of being bound with the feeling of letting go of all control.
The coming back down to earth took some time as well. It was slow and steady allowing the angel to gracefully land back on her resting place. The binds took less time but were released just as slowly allowing her to regain her control of her body piece by piece. Stretching each new muscle freed. As she became unwound the stress from even days before went away with the rope. The aftercare of Lydia was long overdue. I did not always fit the Daddy role when in scenes. Often wishing to help tear down before building back up but during aftercare this side came through. Feeling the relaxed muscles under my fingers more than what a massage therapist had done for her in the past. I proceeded to take each muscle down her back to remove any last stress then took this down each limb individually. Slowly making dragging the last of the tension out of her fingers and toes. I thought from her face see had drifted into a deep sleep. As I finished, she grabbed me as tight as the rope had been and whispered, “Thank you for my Suspension Surprise, Daddy.”
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