Chapter 4 Of Purple Ropes

Chapter 4: Of purple ropes.. and stomach butterflies

Back in Chapter 1, i was in awe, witnessing for the first time, a suspension tie being performed right in front of my eyes, done by the one and only JT.

i wanted to muster the courage to ask him for a tie in the upcoming Peer Rope by RTT, and so a week before that i reached out to JT, asking if he would be coming to said event.

i was bummed, when JT indicated that he might not be going, as he already has a session planned out for that day.

We chatted on still, as JT's a lovely person to talk shibari with, and shared some of the recent ties and experiences he had with me.

And so, a couple of days later, i picked up some courage to ask JT if he would schedule a session with me some time.

JT was upfront with me and told me he's a bit occupied for the month, to which i accepted.

A few hours later, JT sent a wall of text. It was a declaration and consent questionnaire.

There were quite a few questions, so i took my time and answered each one carefully.

There was a question in particular which asked about my pain tolerance.

It stumped me for a bit, as while i probably understood where Level 1 was, i've never experienced a Level 10 in my life before, yet the whacking i received from MW in the last chapter didn't feel like a 10, therefore i ended up rating myself a 6.

A little while later, i completed the questionnaire and sent it back to JT, to which he replied with thanks, and a quick brief on his tying style; which is semenawa (tormenting), instead of the more common aibunawa (caressing).

A few days later, JT sent me a text.

A bit of back and forth later, we set the date to be in two days.

i was feeling a mix of excitement, yet i felt quite nervous as to what's coming.

And then JT followed up with "white socks and white undies if you have any".

JT explained that, with him, it's always back to basics, and the dress code certainly reinforces that.

While this conversation was going on, i was panicking as i don't normally wear briefs often, let alone white ones!

i'm more of a colorful thong kinda gal, but to my relief, i realized i was in a shopping mall at the time, and just made the call to purchase a pair of white briefs, and went home to dig up my cupboard for my fresh pair of white socks.

i packed them into my bag, together with my white sports bra and went to work the next day, feeling giddy and nervous!

Finally it was time to leave work, and boy have i never bolted out from the office so fast, as JT set the meeting time for 7pm, and i had an hour and thirty minutes to get to where he is, which is about an hour's drive in congested traffic.

i got to JT's place with just a few minutes to spare, and i sat down in the car as always to calm my nerves, before heading up and letting him know that i've arrived. JT instructed me to head to his studio, he greeted me at the door and i walked in, and i asked to use the bathroom to wash my feet before donning on my white briefs, bra and socks and we sat by the dining table to discuss some play and also just chat about shibari in general.

While there, i observed his studio. It was a small and cozy home, and JT had converted the living area into a shibari studio, complete with three rigging points; two of which held a thick bamboo pole, and the other held a thick ring, both rigged and ready for suspension play. By now, i've seen a lot of JT's pics and vids from his social media profile to acknowledge that "yep, this is indeed the same studio i've seen in my feed all this while".

It felt so familiar in person, yet slightly different.

We chatted on a little while, while i observed JT trying to plan our tie for the night. After a while, JT motioned me to get ready and position myself under the suspension bamboo. He turned down the lights, and as the music started, i suddenly found myself in the middle of a shibari performance, with me as the subject, and JT, whose demeanor has now changed into a quiet, stoic rigger with almost zero verbal prompts -- instead only using his hand movements and motions to guide me into place.

JT motioned me to sit across him, as he began the first part of the performance with just a single piece of rope.

And his rope; it was tight, unyielding, and it dug deep into my flesh.

i could only moan softly as JT put me into a tight choker tie, with him skillfully moving around me and at times getting really close and making sure i was able to hear and feel his breathing against my ears. It felt so primal, akin to a predator zeroing in on his bunny prey.

Once done, JT took a while to admire his work, before softly touching and grazing my skin lightly with his fingernails, causing me to feel ticklish, and to moan and wiggle uncomfortably in my tie.

JT also used those same fingernails to inflict discomfort into me, choosing the soft body parts like the soles of my feet and the palms of my hands to dig into my flesh, causing me to writhe uncomfortably and moan a little louder, and i swear i could feel his sadistic smile behind my head!

It was merely the start of the performance and i was already tipping into subspace, while JT undid the choker tie and swiftly contorted me into something similar to a tengu; it was a digit manipulation created to imitate a tengu, exposing my chest all the same.

Yet the tie is much more restrictive than what i've experienced before, which only served to drive me deeper into subspace.

JT was being deliberate in his actions, every tie and every push and nudge of my body served to create imbalance and to torment me, combined with the single rope play which made me struggle to keep myself steady on the floor, yet i felt so safe in my submission to him.

In addition to that, we were tying right next to the balcony, and JT kept a bit of his blinds up so i could see into the carpark across! i felt like JT had purposefully positioned me to face the carpark, and i was embarrassed that people might look directly into the studio and witness me in such a shameful state, and my heartbeat quickened its pace while my face was flush red with shame.

With the tie now completed, i was contorted and completely not in control of my body, and JT removed the hair clip that was keeping my long hair in check, and released it all for his pleasure.

JT grabbed my hair and yanked it back, causing me to yelp in my submissive state, as though wanting to further demonstrate how helpless i am and how JT has complete control over me.

He then gently wrapped his hand over my neck and choked me! Oh god i felt my utter submissiveness shine through as i was meekly gasping for some air.

JT again used his fingernails to torment me, digging into my flesh to illicit my cries and satisfying his sadistic desires over me.

Once done, JT then undid my digit manipulation, placed my left arm tightly behind my back, and pulled my right arm over and behind my shoulder, and used his rope to connect the two.

i could only writhe and moan while JT had his way, and he added a few wraps around my body, with one of them going into my mouth and gagging me so shamefully, and all i could respond with was to salivate into the rope, and not long after that JT undid my contortion and guided my right hand to the back, readying it for a TK.

i was thinking to myself, if he's already done so much with just one rope, how then would more of it feel?

And as though having read my mind, JT proceeded into the next phase of the performance, using more rope and really secured me tightly in the TK position, leaving me moaning softly as layers upon layers of rope bound me, and this time JT took extra care to ensure the layers and knots are secure, presumably readying me for a partial suspension.

And when i was wrapped in what felt like so many layers of rope, i heard the all-familiar sound of rope slapping the hollow bamboo above me.

i was about to be hoisted.

And hoist me slightly above the ground he did.

i let out a mix of a grunt and a moan as i felt my arms get tighter from having to support more of my body weight, and i'm deep in subspace while JT once again admires his work, and just went on to dig his fingernails deep into my left thigh, causing me to moan loudly in discomfort as it was more painful than the previous digs.

It was still bearable though, but something else was happening to me.

my brain chemistry is slowly being altered, yet i didn't know it at the time, and i'd live to feel it for presumably the rest of my life once the performance is over.

JT didn't waste any time in pushing my right leg as far as possible into my body, until i felt my right heel touching my butt, and JT placed his foot on top of my right one to ensure it doesn't slide out of place and went on to secure my thigh tightly to my leg, and just added layers and more layers of rope until he's satisfied.

He then connected the leg tie to another piece of rope which he put up to the bamboo, went off to retrieve a solid metal ring, connected it to that rope, and suddenly hoisted my whole right leg into the air!

JT hoisted once - i moaned.

Hoisted it a little higher - nggh..

And then the final hoist - NGARRGHH!

i was now breathing so heavily, it echoed across the entire studio, and i could just feel that JT is enjoying every bit of it.

Yet it didn't matter to me anymore.

i was just so lost in subspace that my eyes were half open and i could feel myself in a sort of trance.

i didn't want it to end, and JT somehow felt that, and he just sat there teasing me again with his fingernails as i was unable to writhe much thanks to JT's strict tie and suspension, i'm now slightly suspended with my right leg higher than my torso, and my head just mere inches from touching the ground!

my left leg is still touching the ground and JT kept it that way, he tied my left leg in a way that enabled him to gain control over it, my left thigh tied very close to my chest to restrict my breathing, and as JT attempted to finish the tie by securing on to my toe, the loop slipped out of it as i had my socks on.

JT seemed visibly annoyed by it, as he ripped the sock off my left foot.. and shoved it into my mouth.

i felt so damn helpless as he proceeded to get behind me and tied all of my hair with rope and suspended that too, coming back to wrap a layer over my mouth, ensuring i could not remove the sock that was in my mouth, leaving me incoherent and in a total mess.

JT came forward to check on me, and i could just weakly nod, but i'm slowly starting to feel the strain of my left shoulder, and my body being contorted, and that about half of my bodyweight was resting on the TK.

There was a bunch of rope he purposely left over so that he could sit down a bit further in front of me and pull on it, causing my left leg to displace and extend a bit more and my thigh going deeper into my stomach, making it a little more difficult for me to breathe, and the only net result is me moaning weakly, presumably to his satisfied grin.

After a while, JT just sat there to watch me writhe, enjoying his artwork, and then positioned himself in front of me, undid the rope securing my mouth and removed my sock from my mouth.

i weakly muttered "JT.. left shoulder.. feels numb.."

"Your left shoulder?" He said.

"yeah.."

"Is it bearable?" He asked.

i nodded weakly. "mmh"

And in the corner of my eye, i saw JT flash an evil smirk, and said "good".

JT then stood up to undo his tie, first letting down my right leg slowly, to which i breathed a comforting sigh, and then he let me body down, to which i then sighed in relief.

i weakly uttered "thank you JT".

And he purposely dropped the rope onto my face, enhancing my helplessness and my inability to do anything.

And then came the closing act.

Enter, the untying.

Oh nooo we were faaar from done, ladies and gentlemen!

JT's sadism upped by a few percentages as he sat down behind me, and took his time to deliberately move and undo the ropes in a way that would rub my skin.. a lot.

He was varying his tempo, at times pulling the ropes slowly, and at times just tugging the rope fast, like i'm some ragdoll to his eyes.

When we got to certain parts of the untying, JT would pull me softly towards him, and then later forcefully push me forwards to undo some more rope.. it was one of my favorite parts of the performance, as i sincerely love the feeling of rope sliding across my skin, giving me goosebumps at certain areas, leaving me moaning softly and leaning into JT's body wanting more, just to have him push me away and tug hard, causing me to moan louder.

Once my right leg was done, JT made me lay down on the floor, face down with my TK still restricting me, and he gave three hard swats across my bum, causing me to yelp and moan at every strike. JT then went in again at my now red bottoms with his fingernails, digging and scraping and just causing me to go just moan in pain for a bit.

The level of helplessness i felt really sent my brain into overdrive, yet that didn't compare to what will ensue..

JT pulled me up so i was sitting on my butt and worked on untying my TK, keeping it slow, sensual and torturous all at the same time, and i had the chance to see my right leg.. it was deep red with rope marks, and my regret was not requesting help from JT to take a photo, but i didn't want to disrupt the performance as it was still going on.

Again, JT pushed and pulled me around, stopping at times to deliberately slow down time and making sure i felt every bit of friction from the unwinding rope, and felt it i did as i just kept moaning like a broken record.

Twice, JT placed his arm on me in a way that pushes my neck back and simultaneously restrict my breathing, and he pulled on the rope.. and then he did something a little.. insidious.

JT came near to my shoulders and just dug his chin into me, and i could feel his beard; like sharp bristles on my vulnerable skin.

i couldn't help but groan as JT dug in, the chin becoming a bit sharper as he grinned sadistically.

That went on at least some time before most of the ropes were undone, and JT flipped me again onto my belly near the edge of the "stage", undoing the last of my rope, sitting near the wall and resting half his right foot on my right cheek while he did so, causing me to moan in discomfort, and when done, JT stood up, my arms still behind my back as JT used his feet to push my arms to the sides, and they just plopped to the floor, sore from the strict tie.

JT then used his feet to inflict some discomfort on me, using the toes and heels and driving them into my back and butt, causing me to groan and moan more, but what he did next, burned and etched an image into my brain that i can never hope to remove for the rest of my life -- JT used his foot to flip me belly side up, and there he was, so high up above me, and i was just so far low on the ground it made JT look so menacing and towering, yet almost divine -- the lights were off yet i saw his face, clear as day and then with his right foot, played with my face and then forced himself into my submissive mouth, and there i lay on the ground feeling so humiliated..

i could only moan with JT's foot in my mouth; him looking so sadistic and satisfied, until he slowly removed it and wiped my saliva on my body and sports bra, and he just left me there to my devices.

i was still in shock at what JT just did to me, i lay there frozen while JT walked to the other side of the stage, and just calmly started wrapping up his ropes one by one, a stoic expression over his face, blankly looking at the "thing" he had just dealt with, on the floor feeling so helpless and humiliated, and just quietly continued and maintained the blank gaze until he finished.

It was honestly so intimidating to look at; i could only remain frozen, yet i was adjusting my left shoulder little by little as it was quite sore from the performance, and when it was all over, the lights came back on, and just like that, "performance JT" went away, and "regular JT" was back.

He asked if i was okay, and i could only curl up into a ball in front of JT and weakly nodded.

JT noticed my exhaustion and pulled up a beanie bag for me to lay upon (i left Shorky to guard my car and realized i really should have brought him with me).

We slowly chatted and JT asked me how it was, to which i said "it was intense".

That gave JT a chuckle and he asked me "well, aside from intense, what else did you feel?"

And so, another hour or so went on with the both of us recapping certain things about the performance, and the things we loved about it, and i admitted to JT that there were times i tried recalling certain things about the performance, and i could only draw a blank.. as though i couldn't remember some parts of it.

JT helped to fill in some of the blanks, but to my readers who are reading this, there may be gaps to my writing as i struggle to remember what went down..

JT mentions it's quite normal as i was so far deep into subspace, you could come back with a bit of memory loss.

As we sat there, JT sharing about his experiences and me just simply being in awe of them, i too shared some of my own experiences and thoughts, and some questions for JT into ways that i could learn to be a better rope bottom.

We spent almost 4 hours altogether and i loved every minute of it, and then it was time to part ways.

i asked JT for a hug and thanked him for the performance, left and returned to the car, and took a few deep breaths and sat in silence, before heading back home with a gentle smile on my face.

Call it a curse if you will, but now, whenever i'm able to remember vividly, any part of the performance i had with JT, i will instantly get butterflies fluttering around in my stomach.

i guess the performance has unlocked a new core memory in me.

It's been a few weeks now, and it still happens without fail.

i don't want those butterflies to leave.

Ever.