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Chapter Twenty-nine -- Games (kinky) People Play


"Well?" several of the women asked Laura at breakfast.

"You remember the cucumber jokes?" Laura asked.  "Well, cucumbers
are better than men because they never want you to leave your
shoes on in bed," she giggled.  "Or a corset and falsies."  She
laughed again.  "I did finally get naked but it was really late
by then and I was pooped.  I think I prefer to hold off my
orgasms until just before falling asleep.  Bucking around in a
boned corset can be a real pain, if you know what I mean."

"But was it good?"

"Fantastic," Laura grinned.

"Well?" the others demanded.  "We want details!"

Laura proudly described how she escorted her husband through a
gauntlet of scantily clad 'whores' who offered their services to
him.  "But he said he'd rather have me," she smiled.

"We know that," Debbie snapped.  "We were there, remember?"

"Well, when we got to the bedroom over in the old house, he told
me that he couldn't afford me because I was priceless," she said
with a smile, tears filling her eyes.  "So I said since I was
priceless, there could be no charge for my services."

"Are you all right?" Kaitlyn asked, concerned to see the older
woman crying.

"It was wonderful," she wailed, weeping openly.  "He treated me
like a whore.  He told me 'get your pants off' and the bed was
really high so the mattress was up to my butt and he just opened
his pants and stuck... He just fucked me while I was sitting
right on the edge of the bed and he was standing between my legs
and I hooked my heels behind his legs and... And... And it was so
perfect that... I came from fucking, just fucking.  I couldn't
help it.  I just exploded."

She took a deep breath, trying to regain her composure.  "Bill
was so... I don't know, hot?  Horny?  Wild and uninhibited.  He
really wanted me.  Me!  I got excited just as soon as I saw him. 
Anyway, he told me, 'You got off, but you're supposed to be
servicing me'.  Usually after I come I just lay there and wallow
in the feelings, but I was a whore, you know?  I really felt like
one.  I was...well, it was my job to get him off so I slid down
on my knees and sucked his cock.  Gawd, but I felt like a whore,
and I was about a smidgen from coming just from sucking his
cock."

"It was so fantastic," she told her roommates.  "He told me,
'Enough of that.  Now you fuck me.'  So I, well, I pushed him
down on the bed and climbed on and rode him.  He said stuff like
'fuck me' and 'fuck your sloppy puss on my cock' and 'ride my
cock, you whore'.  Gad, but I got off when he called me his
whore.  It's like Clarice says, 'Whore in the bedroom.'  And you
know what?  I came again."

Smiling, completely in control again, she went on.  "I think I
like being on top.  Anyway, I started kind of jumping, riding him
like a bronco, bouncing on the mattress so he was going in and
out and KERPOW!  I came again.  Me!  Three times in one night and
we were still in our first fuck."  Then she blushed.  "I can't
believe I'm saying the F-word so much.  But that's what it was,
just raw sex.  And I loved it!"

"Did Bill ever get off?" Kim asked.

"In my asshole," the grandmother answered, a little embarrassed
as she bragged about her expertise as a wife-whore.  "I was so
juiced up with natural lubricant that neither of us was getting
much friction after that first groups of cums so, well...I know
Clarice said that lots of lube is essential and Vaseline is best
and all that, but I'd read those books about doing it with
just...well, with just natural lubrication so I got up on my feet
on the bed and squatted over Bill's cock and aimed it at my
asshole and I just sat down."

"It didn't hurt?" Kim asked, her own bottom hole still sore, so
abused that she had to take stool softeners and insert
suppositories to prevent ripping stitches or opening wounds.

"Not at first," Laura smiled.  "I'd coated his cock with a _lot_
of pussy juice and squatting helped me open up and I've gotten to
where I can push out and then relax.  I was afraid for a minute
because I didn't, you know, prepare... You know, no enema.  But I
usually go in the morning so it worked out OK.  Sort of.  Anyway,
once he was in, I was sort of stuck there.  My legs aren't strong
enough to do a zillion deep knee bends like that, but Bill
started rocking so all I had to do was sit.  But the insides of
my butt hole must have absorbed my juices because the friction
started to make my butt burn.  It was hot!"

"Hot like burn or hot like hot, you know, hot?" Kaitlyn queried.

"Hot like this," Laura replied, rubbing Kaitlyn's arm briskly
with her hand, producing a sensation of warmth.  "And that's what
made me even more hot as in turned on like crazy but not turned
on like I was going to come.  Anyway, then Bill said, 'Play with
yourself, whore.  I want to see my whore get off on me.'  So I
did.  I've got his hard cock up my butt and he's playing with my
nipples and he wants me to diddle myself.  Man, did I ever get
into that!  He was rocking in and out and my hand's swiping my
clit' like crazy and he's pinching my tits harder and harder and
I'm getting more and more turned on.  It was the most fantastic
sexual experience I've ever had."

When she didn't say anything more, her audience prompted, "And?"

"And... this is the best part... and we were in a rhythm where
everything was synchronized.  He pumped my butt faster and
pinched faster and I diddled faster and then we came," she
smiled, absolutely swooning in front of the crowd around her that
now included members of other classes.  "We, both of us, my first
and only ever simultaneous orgasm.  It was so wild.  I could feel
his cock in my ass, spasming like 'uh...uh...uh'," she told them,
tapping her right hand on the table.  "And I was spasming like
'ah...ah...ah' at the same time going 'uh.ah.uh.ah.uh' so that
all the feelings mixed together into this massive orgasm that
went on forever for both of us."

"Wow!" most everyone gasped, impressed and a bit jealous.

"I'd like to tell you that it went on all night like that, but us
old folks needed our rest after that one," she smiled.  "I was so
pooped that I woke up with my high heels still on.  And, oh dear,
I've got myself all hot and horny, and Bill won't be back until
the weekend."

"When there'll be an encore," Debbie chuckled, starting to clap
her hands.  Everyone joined in and stood to give Laura a standing
ovation.

Laura held up her hand, signaling for quiet.  As the applause
died down, she announced, "I'm going to be a grandma.  My
daughter-in-law, Marilyn, is pregnant."  Everyone congratulated
her and then settled down to finish breakfast.

"Did anybody else have any fun yesterday?" Clarice asked them.

"Sort of," several answered.  "But it was kind of 'blah' compared
to Tuesday."

"You need to accept that 'blah' is pretty normal.  Spectacular
sex is a once in a while event that depends on planning to set
the stage and then a bit of luck," Clarice told them.  "I'm sure
we've all had disasters that were funny later on but had us
crying puddles when they happened.  I remember one time that I
went to meet Red at his office wearing nothing but my raincoat,
high heels, and stockings.  It was raining so I knew I wouldn't
stick out.  But I had a flat.  I popped the top button off my
raincoat when I was changing the tire and ended up splattered
with mud.  When I finally got to Red's office, he was gone for
the afternoon with a new client who had an urgent problem."

"But it gets worse.  I was upset but I had also got myself all
horny with these fantasies of great sex and I wasn't paying
attention to my driving.  I rear ended a dump truck.  So I'm out
with a cop in the rain, my car is undriveable, and I'm naked
under a raincoat that's missing a top button so I'm showing all
sorts of cleavage while I'm signing the ticket for failing to pay
attention to my driving.  Then the tow truck pulls away with my
car.  Well, I'd left my purse and keys in the car so I'm in this
cop car with nothing but my copy of the ticket and my driver's
license, naked under a raincoat.  My husband is out so I can't
get hold of him.  This was before pagers, you see."

"Anyway, it was only a few more blocks to our house, so I decided
to walk home because the only money I had was in my purse and
cabs don't take checks," Clarice continued.  "By the time I got
home, my feet were killing me because I wore 'fuck me' pumps that
definitely aren't designed for walking in.  I'm soaked, cold, and
miserable, and I'm hoping that there would be some way for me to
get in the house.  Lo and behold, Red's car is in the driveway
and the front door is open, so I snuck in real quiet to surprise
him.  I see him bent over the kitchen table looking at some
papers or something, so I ripped open my raincoat and yelled,
'Ta-Daa!'  And guess what?"

"It wasn't Red," Clarice laughed.  "It was his new client who had
just moved into our neighborhood just a few doors down.  He just
about had a heart attack when he saw me, and I just about died
when I realized it wasn't Red, and then Red came out of the
kitchen where he was making coffee."

"That must have been terrible," Darlene gasped out.

Clarice just laughed harder.  "Red and I had already talked about
our 'wife slut' fantasies but we had never done anything up to
that point," she grinned.  "Red just calmly introduced us and
politely took my raincoat, explaining very matter-of-factly that
we had talked about sex fantasies and would Ralf mind if I didn't
dress?  I just about freaked out because we hadn't actually done
anything up 'til then, not even flashing.  My whole body was just
one big blush, but I took a deep breath and poured them both
coffee before I went to dry myself off."

"Well, I put on fresh stockings and a garter belt and joined them
again.  Red asked Ralf if he'd like to get off and said I'd do
anything... realize that this was before AIDS, mind you.  Ralf
was cool and old fashioned.  He said, 'no, thank you.  You're
gorgeous but I won't cheat on my wife,' and was a perfect
gentleman until they finished their work.  Well, when he left,
Red used me.  I was way too up tight to get off but we still
laugh about it to this day."

"But... Well, did you... Was it fun?" the never bashful Kaitlyn
asked.

"Absolutely.  Later on, Marion, Ralf's wife, and I used to play
all sorts of sexy games with our husbands, but we never did
actually have intercourse with anyone but our own husband."

"Had you already been through 'good wife' training?" someone
asked.

"Yes.  But not here.  And Marion went before we started playing
together.  Oh, well.  I've taken up some of your class time
telling my stories.  It's time for you to run off and create some
memories of your own.  Now scoot."

"We can just start here," Wanda said.  "Everybody get fresh
coffee or juice and we'll get started with another class on
communications.  Has everyone thought about your next phone sex
scenario?  You're going to be graded again on..."

They spent the next hour discussing sexy talk.  To end the
discussion, Wanda shared her own embarrassing story about how she
left pornographic messages on her husband's voice-mail.  He is a
contractor and was out on a job, so he called and asked his
secretary to check his voice mail and let him know if he had any
important messages.  "She called him back and said that there was
one urgent message," Wanda laughed.  "And she repeated my message
word-for-word, something like, 'Hi, mother fucker.  Your favorite
mother is ready for some hot fucking as soon as you can get home. 
I've got a big rubber plug up my ass and a bigger dildo in my
pussy and gloss on my lips so you can use any or all of my holes. 
Hurry home, you horny mother fucker,' or words to that effect. 
He was cool.  He just asked Paula to call me back and say he'd be
home late, and to keep everything hot for him."

"Did she?" Jennifer asked.

"Yep," Wanda giggled.  "OK, our next class is some BDSM fun but
not in the dungeon.  You won't have a dungeon at home but it's
still fun to play, so we're going to have fun with ordinary
household bondage equipment and things that are readily available
from neighborhood stores.  What can you guys think of to use for
bondage?  Wendy?"

"Old neckties and scarves."

"Pretty ordinary stuff and that's not an original idea," Wanda
told them.  "Use your imagination.  We're still on bondage.  How
about you, Kaitlyn?"

"Rope's pretty obvious."

"Sure, but you need to learn to tie knots and that'll be our next
class just before phys' ed' and dinner.  By the way, I'm going to
award spankings to anybody who repeats a household bondage idea
or who fails to come up with a new idea in fifteen seconds.  So,
who's next?  Kim?"

Ideas included old panty hose, duct tape, adhesive tape, cords
from sashes and blinds, electrical cords, fishing line, kite
string, and torn sheets and rags before anyone was awarded a
spanking.  "You're not using your imaginations," Wanda told them
after each of them had received a spanking with a wicked leather
paddle that stung like crazy.  "Let me give you some ideas.  Come
on down to the play room."

Kim found herself immobilized with cardboard rolled around her
arms and legs.  It was impossible to get up without help but her
pussy and tits were available for erotic play.  Darlene's bondage
was the opposite.  She was ordered to put on a turtleneck body
suit and tight jeans, then Wanda slipped a wire lock like those
used to seal electrical boxes through a hole in her belt, the tab
of the zipper, and the belt's buckle creating a chastity outfit
from which she couldn't escape without detection.  The diabolical
part was that no one would even notice since the lock was hidden
behind the belt.

Jennifer found out that plastic grocery bags are pretty tough and
no one could deny that they're always available.  Wanda showed
the class how they can be strung together to form a long chain by
pulling one through the handles of another.  Laura was
immobilized with belts and dog collars.  Maria discovered that
plastic wrap is even tougher than plastic grocery bags.  Debbie
found out that a few twist ties from bread bags, used properly on
thumbs and big toes, were almost impossible to escape and that
they were also useful on nipples.  Kaitlyn ended up wrapped in
aluminum foil and Wendy learned new uses for dental floss.

"So let's talk about safety," Wanda chuckled once the whole class
was immobile.  "Anybody really hurting?  No?  Good.  But what if
I began teasing you sexually, Wendy?  Or tickled."

"It'd hurt.  This stuff cuts," she said as the thin dental floss
dug into her skin.

"Right.  It's also impossible to untie, so have scissors or a
knife or even fingernail clippers ready for the escape.  And
_never_ leave someone alone when they're helpless.  NEVER!  Not
even for a few minutes.  Murphy's Law applies to bondage at least
as much as the rest of your life.  OK, let's get you out of this
stuff and get back to something a little more normal...like rope. 
Right after we get some refreshments."  The daily late-morning
juice and fruit was cut short because it took so long to release
everyone from their unusual bondage.

"Welcome to the ropes class," Nancy greeted them.  "You're going
to spend most of the next two days literally 'learning the
ropes'.  We'll also play some kinky games and have some fun."

They all remembered others dressed in ropes as each of them got
two eight-foot lengths of nylon rope.  "Rope is useless without
knots so we're going to learn a lot about knots," Nancy lectured. 
"We'll only have time to teach you the basic knots and selected
techniques.  You decide if you like rope bondage.  If you do,
keep learning new techniques and knots.  There's a real art to
it, especially the Japanese stylized rope work.  If you could
care less about it, I hope you'll at least remember the basics
because you might have to tie up a robber some day."

"There are three basic categories of knots: joining knots, anchor
knots, and hitches.  I'll also teach you a few miscellaneous
knots such as the tightening knots.  They don't fall into one of
the main categories but you may find them useful.  They're often
used in combinations so you need to learn all of them.  Now, does
anybody know the characteristics of a good knot?"

"I guess that it holds tight," Kaitlyn ventured.

"And?" Nancy prompted.  When everyone appeared stumped, she gave
them the answer.  "The two characteristics of a good knot are,
first, it has to hold securely, and, second, it has to be easy to
untie.  When I say easy, I mean that it doesn't lock up so that
you can't get it loose without tools or undue force."

"Your objective is to tie good knots with all kinds of rope.  A
little help from friction makes hemp and cotton rope hold
securely even with bad knots although you may have to cut the
rope to release your partner.  If you can tie your partner
securely with cotton rope, you'll pass...barely.  To get a C and
avoid punishment, you..." Nancy continued her lecture.  To earn
an A+ required fancy stylistic rope work that was decorative as
well as secure.

They started with joining knots.  For some of them, it was hard
to tie a simple square knot consistently.  Others learned the
sheet bend, double figure eight, water knot, and fisherman's
knot.  They started practicing so Nancy could work one-on-one
with those having difficulty.  By the end of the hour, they had
covered the basic anchor knots, especially the bowline, and all
of the common hitches, the girth hitch, timber hitch, clove
hitch, and half hitch.

"If you get stumped while doing your homework, there are Boy
Scout knot books in each room," Nancy chuckled as Laura again
tried to tie a square knot to join the ends of her length of
nylon rope.  And once again she ended up with a granny knot. 
"Keep practicing and you'll eventually get it, but we need to
move on to using rope for bondage."

"The most comfortable as well as most secure tie is what's called
'a wrap and a frap'."  Nancy dimmed the lights and showed a
series of slides as she spoke.  "If you're securing ankles
together, for example, start with a clove hitch, then wrap the
rope up your victim's legs.  The number of wraps depends on how
you feel, how immobile you want your victim to feel, how much
rope you have, and how thick that rope is.  Once you've wrapped,
you frap it, which is just a couple of wraps over the wraps
ending in another hitch.  A famous bondage artist named John
Willie called fraps a 'twitch' but we'll use the more common
term.  Now pair off, lay down next to each other in a 69, and
wrap & frap each other's ankles."

Nancy watched, making them wrap tighter and frap snugly.  She was
pleased to see Laura tie good hitches.  'If only the woman would
learn right over left, then left over right,' Nancy thought. 
Once everyone's legs were bound, they compared the ties.  Kaitlyn
had used every inch of her rope to wrap Kim's calves almost to
the knees so that Kim's legs were almost completely immobilized. 
Nancy pointed out that Debbie made only four wraps around
Jennifer's ankles, allowing lots of leg movement.  Jennifer could
even open her knees more than a foot.

"Good, you've all gotten the idea.  Now let's try using the same
technique on the arms.  Wrapping up the forearms behind the back
is very secure but somewhat uncomfortable unless you're flexible. 
That's why fitness is important.  Men especially like to force a
woman's elbows together behind a woman's back because it forces
her chest out and enhances her figure.  But a wrap and frap can
be effective bondage for arms in front of the body, too.  Stay in
the same pairs, but Jennifer, tie Debbie.  Darlene, tie Laura. 
Kim, do Kaitlyn.  Wendy, do Maria."

Nancy commented on technique and offered suggestions, because
Laura couldn't quite get her elbows together.  "Your boobs still
look great," Nancy told them.  "Look in the mirror."  Even though
she was uncomfortable, Laura admitted she looked smashing.

Nancy critiqued the bindings, then had the pairs switch.  "Speed
is important," she told the newly designated tops.  "It's boring
and a turn-off if the top dawdles around and doesn't seem to know
what he or she is doing, so from now on, pick it up.  Just wrap,
wrap, wrap, wrap, wrap, frap, frap, and tie off.  Have any of you
ever watched rodeo calf roping?  Do it like that.  Now go."

The critique this time was different.  "You need to be both fast
and good," she told them.  "And that takes practice.  It's almost
time for dinner, so I'm going to introduce you to your first body
tie.  Again, it comes from the famous cartoonist John Willie. 
It's called the 'G-string tie'.  He described it in a letter to
one of his kinky friends."

She passed out handouts describing and illustrating the tie and
some variations, and then cautioned everyone that, "if you use
the clove hitch around the wrists, make sure to use a large
diameter rope and watch your bottom for signs of compromised
circulation.  It's OK if your bottom's hands get cold and numb as
long as you don't leave them in that condition for too long.  As
a general rule, twenty minutes won't cause any harm, but for
safety, fifteen minutes is more realistic.  And guess what that
means?"

"We get our watches back?" Kaitlyn, always the first to speak,
reasoned.

"Correct," Nancy grinned and passed out watches to the six women
who had worn one the night they were kidnapped into the GWU. 
"Now let's tie each other up.  Same pairs.  Use the G-string on
your partners."

They quickly learned how securely rope can bind a woman.  Just
before dinner, Nancy had them switch off so everyone got to try
the tie.  Then she announced that anyone who escaped the tie by
the end of dinner hour would get a special reward.  Nancy quickly
applied the G-string tie to those who had been temporary tops,
and then sent everyone off to exercise, hurrying them along with
her riding crop.

"How are we supposed to exercise in these?" Kaitlyn complained,
lifting her foot shod in ankle-strap high-heeled sandals.

"Use your imagination," Nancy told her.  "OK, everyone.  I won't
let you untie each other, so what are your other alternatives?" 
They discussed them and decided that they didn't want to try a
hard workout in heels so they helped each other remove the heels. 
Most exercised in their bare feet but Debbie and Kim helped each
other into athletic shoes secured with Velcro and challenged each
other to a run while in bondage.

Exercising in bondage was interesting but showering afterwards
was a riot.  Using bar soap was out of the question but Wendy and
Maria discovered that they could squirt liquid soap and then wash
each other by rubbing their bodies together.  Soon, all eight
women were withering [shall we leave this in for Celeste?]
against each other while bound with nylon rope.  When they
playfully squirted soap on Nancy and splashed her with water, she
stripped and joined them, playfully slapping wet bottoms with her
hand.  Breasts and elbows stroked through butt cracks and into a
partner's armpits.

Nancy became top to all eight, directing half the women to take
one of the small towels in their teeth to pat the other women
somewhat dry and then reverse roles.  She herded the damp, bare
footed women to the dining hall, then ordered the eight slaves to
'eat like bitches' from plates placed on the floor.  "Aren't my
little doggies cute?" she asked the seniors.  "Such adorable
pets."

Cleaning up after dinner consisted of licking each other's faces
clean.  If they were careless and bits of food dropped onto a
boob, of course, they had to clean that up too.  "Are you getting
the idea?" Nancy asked after herding them back to the dungeon. 
"I'm not going to ask right now if anybody's getting turned on by
helplessness.  It's a bit hard to admit out loud but if it does
turn you on, at least admit it to yourself."

She demonstrated how easily good knots could be 'broken' as she
untied all eight women in less than a minute and began a new
lecture on ropes, showing slides of Japanese bondage. 
"Aesthetics are important," she told them.  "The visual effect of
artfully used rope can create the impression of bondage but leave
you complete freedom.  In many cases, that's all you need to turn
your man on.  Besides, it can be a lot of fun.  Does anybody do
macram?  Too bad.  It's good practice.  Anyway, what do you think
might be important in turning on a man?"

"Boobs," Kaitlyn chuckled loudly.

"Exactly," Nancy agreed.  "Did you notice that every single tie
in the slides framed the bottom's breasts?  Some of the ties
squished their breasts and some made them protrude and some
supported them and some just loosely framed them for visual
effect, but whenever you're body-binding a woman, consider the
visual effect on the breasts."

"The next important consideration is balance, especially left and
right balance.  Lopsided bondage is ugly and crude, while
well-balanced rope work can be beautiful and you can do beautiful
things with nothing more than a few square knots.  Let's switch
to some cotton rope, but first, why cotton?"

"You said it holds well and, ah, can be secure even with bad
knots," Kaitlyn remembered.

"And that's true but what else?"  When no one came up with any
suitable answers, she told her class, "Well, here are the reasons
for using cotton rope.  One, it's cheap.  Two, it's readily
available even in Giant or Safeway food stores.  Three, it can be
dyed to any color to enhance the visual effects.  Four, it holds
knots beautifully.  Five, it's fairly comfortable.  So if you're
going to be using a lot of rope, cotton's a good choice in the
United States.  Now, remembering the principles of balance and
enhancing beauty, let's get started."

They spent half the afternoon tying, untying, and retying each
other with cotton rope, some of it dyed bright colors or a flat
black.  Debbie was brave enough to combine white, black, and red
into a beautiful network all over Jennifer's body.

The last formal classes before supper began with another lecture
by Nancy.  "Bondage is really all about sensations, your
physical, psychological, and emotional feelings.  Sometimes pain,
sometimes pleasure, often a mixture while you're helpless to
prevent or even alleviate those feelings.  So far, we've
inflicted no pain and very little discomfort.  It's now that
time.  So where are you most physically sensitive?"

"Nipples" and "clitoris" were universal answers, although Darlene
said "everywhere" and others were sensitive on or around their
necks, ear lobes, fannies, anal orifices, and even feet.  Nancy
directed them in creating rope work to stimulate sensitive areas. 
"One of the easiest and most popular rope for physical effects is
the crotch rope," she told them.  "That effect can be enhanced by
knots, twists, and braids.  Once again, my personal preference is
cotton because you can smear it with Vaseline to make it smoother
and slick, or you can leave it dry and knotted to increase
friction.  Start with something around the waist.  It can be a
separate rope, a bondage belt of some sort, or incorporated into
a more complicated tie.  Then loop the rope between the butt
crack and up the front.  It's there that you get to play."

She described and demonstrated a variety of knots to pull between
pussy lips to provide stimulation "and just a bit of pain or
discomfort."  Then she showed them various ways to cause the
crotch rope to pull and move with other body movements.  "It can
be the sweetest torture," she sighed, looking all dreamy-eyed.

The class ended with psychological stimulation "where you create
sensitivity and stimulation that's contradictory.  Do you know
what I mean?"

"Oh, yeah," Maria replied before Kaitlyn could open her mouth. 
"I feel that all the time, the mix of embarrassment and arousal,
of pain and pleasure, of helplessness and power, of comfort and
discomfort."

"Can you give me an example?"

"Sure.  Like the clit' knots.  For me, it's too rough.  It almost
hurts every time it rubs, but it turns me on, too.  Especially
when you say I have to do it whether I like it or not.  I suffer
from Catholic guilt, you know," Maria grinned.

"I didn't know but I had a strong suspicion," Nancy laughed.  "So
you're going to intentionally create those conflicting feelings
with our bondage, both physical and psychological.  How strong
the stimulation and feelings are depends on everyone involved but
mostly the bottom.  You still haven't finished your classes on
negotiation so there's more to learn about setting limits but
stretching them.  Just acknowledge that it's what we're all
about."

The session ended with an introduction to roping each other to
objects but there was no time to practice.  Homework consisted of
practicing erotic rope bondage on each other and then writing
about their feeling both while tying up a partner and while in
bondage.
