#sadistic rope

My birthday just so happened to fall on a Tuesday this year, and I was excited, because that meant I’d be at Happy Hour. I thought I might get hit some, or maybe get some special rope. What happened was way better than I could have imagined.

The event on FetLife for the happy hour mentioned a drum circle and “a birthday surprise for [littlefeministbitch].” Buzz said he had a surprise for me that went *whomp*, and Boy Genius offered me birthday rope, and when I made a request, agreed to do a futomomo with his coconut rope (painful!).. I was excited, and a little bit nervous.

When I walked in, I started talking to Buzz and a couple other people. Boy Genius told me to come get my birthday rope whenever I wanted. I chatted with people for a while, then headed upstairs. Boy Genius was already tying an attractive woman, and I sat and enjoyed the show. More people filed up, and the drum circle started. I was a bit on edge, unsure when Buzz would spring the surprise on me.

As I watched the room, I was happy to see that there were a lot of pretty girls there, and most (if not all) of them seemed to be queer. There were a couple of women who had a bit of a power dynamic going on, and it was incredibly hot. It made me even more excited to see Sexy Librarian than I already was!

The drums kept going, and I noticed Buzz put a bunch of the footstools together in the middle of the circle and thought, “I wonder if those are for me to lay on?” Well, a few minutes later, I hear/see sparklers coming up the stairs. He’d bought me a cake and two sparklers for candles! The entire upstairs of the bar stopped and everyone sang “Happy Birthday” to me, which was completely and utterly embarrassing. And really wonderful. I thanked everyone afterwards and turned to Buzz.

He told me that I still had to do my initiation, told me, “clothes off,” and motioned for me to lay on the footstools, face down. I complied and he announced, “New drum, everyone!” and the beat started again. I felt unknown hands starting to drum along on my back, my thighs, my ass, even the souls of my feet. It felt nice, but also made me feel used, since I couldn’t tell who was touching me. I felt like an object for public use. Which is fitting, since that’s what I am.

I finally looked over my shoulder at one point, fully expecting to see men, which would have been perfectly fine, of course, since being used by men is my purpose. But instead there were two gorgeous women, one of whom was the very pretty girl who told Breastie and me that we should do rope with Boy Genius our first time out. The other was this goddamn adorable baby soft-butch looking girl who Boy Genius had been tying earlier. I’d whispered to a friend “I can’t tell if I want to look like her, or get her in my bed.” Both. The answer is both.

I smiled at them and said something about being hit by pretty girls, and they both smiled, and one said “We got you.” Clearly they were hitting me in lieu of creepy guys, and they knew that and felt some sort of protectiveness, which was sweet. Unnecessary, because men have every right to my body, but sweet all the same.

Eventually, the drummers took a break, and Buzz came over. I thanked him, and then he started pressing on all my bruises and giving me a few additional thumb-sized ones. It was great, and I squirmed and made noises, which he very much enjoyed. He told me that another guy could tie me up, and I said I had a request in to Boy Genius. The offered rope was interesting, but I knew that I’d be getting a coconut/palm rope futomomo from Boy Genius, and I wanted that.

When Boy Genius was done with the scene he was in, he came over and, after a minute, got to tying me. He’d said he had a creative new thing to do, and that it involved two lengths of coconut rope and one of jute, which was exciting. He took my left leg, bent it, and got to work. The drums were beating, and he commented that he felt like he was about to sacrifice me, and he was right. It felt like I was going to be sacrificed, the primal rhythm, the dark, and soon, the pain.

He started wrapping the coconut rope around my leg in time with the beat. After locking it off, he squeezed my leg a bit and then took the jute and did another futomomo layered on top. That hurt even more. When he finished, he beat on my leg, scratched it, pressed it, and generally made me suffer. I squirmed and squeaked and got into a nice, masochistic headspace.

Then, he grabbed the other piece of coconut rope. I looked up at him, fear showing in my eyes. He laughed a little and said “You have no idea what I’m going to do with this.” Then, he told me he was going to floss it under both futomomos. As he started to pull it through, I realized that I was in for some real pain this time. He dragged it along my skin, and I said “Fuck you!” before correcting it to “Thank you, sir!” It hurt like fuck. I felt like my leg was getting torn up. I did more than squirm and squeak this time. I writhed in pain, and only the beat of the drums kept me from filling the entire bar with my yelps, moans, groans, and screams.

When he finished one side, he said, “You know what the thing about flossing is?” I looked confused. He said “You have to do both sides!” and roughly pushed my leg in the other direction and did the whole thing all over again. By the end I could barely think. If I’d been a little bit more in a submissive headspace, not just masochistic, I think I would have been entirely spaced from the pain and submission. It was an incredible experience. I didn’t consider redding out even once.

He pulled the flossing rope through, and then started to unwrap the jute. As I know from experience, removing the rope does not mean the suffering is over. This was more true here than ever before. The coconut rope was even worse. I legitimately thought my skin was stuck to it and being removed along with the rope. 

When he was done, he grabbed my thigh, making me twitch and yelp. He announced to the room, “Everyone should come ask [littlefeministbitch] if they can do this!” Sadly, only one person came over, but he enjoyed grabbing me and watching me jerk and whine. 

While we were cuddling afterwards, I had my head on Boy Genius’ knee, looking up at him. I felt all warm and happy and satisfied. He lightly ran his fingers up and down my leg, which made me push my face into his lap. He enjoyed that a great deal, and spent time doing that repeatedly. We talked a bit, and he said he felt pretty confident about his sadistic futomomos. He said he only knew one person worse than him, and that was the guy who taught him who, according to him, “feels disappointed if he ends a scene without removing a small body part.” He saw my reaction and told me he’d introduce me.

Boy Genius is much more of a sadist than I previously thought. He’s learning that he really can treat me like the eager to please, eager to suffer slut that I am.

The rest of the evening I recovered from the scene, and I joined everyone in going to the restaurant when the bar closed. I chatted for a while, and then headed to the train to go home.

When I was at the train station, Goby came up and we spent some time together. They let me cuddle with them, and we actually rode almost the whole way together. When we got to my transfer point, they stayed with me until my train came. While we were waiting, they had their arm around me, and started grabbing my hip, which made me squirm a little and moan softly. It was hot, and I noticed that they adjusted their cock, which makes me happy. Before I left, they stopped me and gave me a kiss. 

All in all, I can’t think of any way I would have rather spent my birthday. I love that I’ve found friends and, more than that, a community of people who are fun as fuck and know just how to make a slut like me feel welcome.