Another night at 北川周平 Kitagawa Shuhei's rope circle

After a quick date with a visiting friend, I found myself not ready to go home just yet.

It was a Monday, Kitagawa Shuhei's Salon night, and the air had started to chill, carrying hint of the season to come. Bundling myself tighter in my cardigan, I walked the short distance to Indigo Bar, both excited and apprehensive about going on my own.

Passing the Hostess Bar's cronies, down a side alley, up a steep metal staircase, I arrived in front of the unmarked door. And gathering my courage I knocked.

I walked in in the middle of a Kitagawa Sensei's tie.

The girl looked so pretty, lost in her own mind and Kitagawa Sensei's rope lust. And all I could do was think and wonder: 

Do all girls look so pretty in rope? 

And I think the answer is yes. 

So, it make sense that men want to tie up women! 

And of course women want to be tied up! 

It seemed to be a night with a striking abundance of women over men, and the next girl to be tied by Kitagawa Sensei was a Cosplay girl, while her photographer/fan took pictures.

It was once again, a very sensual and sexual rope: a standing, single leg suspension. But what made the whole thing stand out is that you could see her falling into the rope and its lust by the binding: with each wrap of the rope she would fall and fall until all he had to do to make her shake (and cum) was to pull the rope tighter here and there, without having to touch any erogenous zone at all.

It was as if her whole body was reverberating with the intensity and the lust of each single wrap. 

The intensity transmitted itself as waves through the air, and perhaps due to my own heightened state, I could feel it reaching me as well: I was not even getting tied and yet I could feel the tension created by the rope as if it was me being pulled and bind and tied by it.

Another girl walked in and sat down next to me at the counter.

The girl that had been tied when I walked in, was now tying her girlfriend in the corner, on the sofa; Kitagawa Sensei was going on tying the cosplaygirl, and the new girl started making conversation with the bartender and me.

To asses her role, I asked if she ties or get tied, and she said she does the tying. We talked more about rope, how we discovered it, where we go, and than she asked me if I wanted to get tied. 

But ... of course!

So I took my shoes and my dress off and settled on the ground, waiting.

She first tied my hands together in front of me and then asked me to bring my hands close to my torso on one side, under the breasts. From there she bind them tight wrapping the rope around my torso and from there made a chest harness. More rope got wrapped tightly around my tummy, down to my hips and then around my folded legs, all the time asking if I was ok, if there was any problem. 

I really liked the tight rope around my tummy and I slowly got happier and happier, until she decided to tie my hair and pull it in a predicament position, and with that single action she threw me off from my happy little island of rope, down into the deep dark pond of submission where I'm clay in the nawashi's hands.

She hugged and caressed me and gently brought me back on my happy rope island. And leaving the rope in my hair, she slowly undid the legs and the hips and the tummy and the chest and the hands, allowing me to play with the rope attached to my hair like a security blanket, before taking off that one too.

一人でも無理　。。。じゃなかった　＾＿＾