Play Party of the Imagination: 6
Susan had to go to work early the next morning so had left the playparty right after our bondage scene had ended. I stayed a while in the social room untangling and unknotting all the ropes I had used and coiling them back into neat loops. Ted came by just after I had started and sat down next to me with a glass of punch to make a little small talk.
“That sure is a lot of rope you have there,” he said.
“Why thank you!” I had taken his statement as a complement. I had worked hard gathering up my rope collection. I had all kinds of shapes, sizes and textures and had worked hard at tracking down and purchasing rare or unique rope styles.
“What do you use it all for?”
“Uh? I use it for bondage. You know, tying up my partner?”
“No, what I meant is why so many? Cant you just get by with one or two?”
I dove for the question like a large mouth bass latched onto a hook. He had found my passion and now I was going to talk his ear off.
“Oh, there is just so many different styles. It’s all on what mood you’re in and what kind of bondage you want to accomplish. Take for example this rope I am unknotting here. This is 3/8 inch diamond braid polypropylene. I can get this stuff pre died from the factory in a lot of different colors. I used the black tonight with Susan for that high contrast look.”
Ted just gave me a blank look and nodded slightly.
“Now on the other end of the spectrum would be stuff like this half inch bulk twist manila rope. This has a rough surface for the times you really want to do a sensation filled experience.” I handed over a coil of manila rope. “Here, go ahead. Take this. Feel it and tell me what you think”
Ted took the rope halfheartedly and twisted a strand between thumb and forefinger. He was sort of at a loss as to what to say but I was so caught up in my own enthusiasms that I didn’t really notice his confusion. “Its er, its ….. well ….. I guess it’s nice?”
“Now this stuff on the other hand, this is great for decorative bondage. This is some old World War II parachute cord. Now naturally there is no good way to splice or fuse the ends of the rope but its just great for the more delicate or artistic kinds of bondage. Here, feel it.”
Ted took the second rope in his free hand. “I really still don’t see why the need for so many.”
“Well what do you use?” I asked, trying to find a handle on the topic.
Ted’s eyes lit up like a child at Christmas. “I can show you! Here, take back your two ropes” He picked up his case he had carried into the room and opened it showing off a large collection of whips. He selected one and began describing it. “This is a moose hide flogger. It has good balance on it and the tails separate nicely. Here, swing it a few times and tell me what you think”
The same blank look that Ted had given me I now returned to him. Not wanting to be impolite however, I took the flogger, stepped a few feet away, swung it a few times, and handed it back to him. “Its ok I suppose” I said, totally unenthusiastic.
Ted launched right into his next show-and-tell. “Now this is a kangaroo hide single tail. The range is a little over extended and I might want to put a bit more weight into the handle before I actually use it but the texture of it is grand”
LadyPanther came into the room with us at this point carrying her fishing tackle box in hand. I decided to invite her to join us and show off the things she had with her.
“Im quite proud of this new blindfold I got” she said opening the box and reaching down into the bottom. “Its all leather with rabbit fur padding the inside of the eye covers. There are adjustable buckles here, here, and here so you can get a real secure fit on it. There is also this matching ring gag I got to go with it. The ring is covered in the same kind of leather and it has buckles here on top if you want to attach it to the blindfold or buckles here on this other side if you want to use it just by itself.”
LadyPanther then handed over both blindfold and gag so we could get a better look at them both and try them on if we wanted to. The three of us sat for a while, each of us showing off the toys that we had to the other two. Each of us were chattering on wildly about our own favorite toys and giving puzzled looks at what the others were passing around.
Right in the height of everything, when toys were scattered all over the coffee table and on the arms of the sofa, MasterGreg came in with his slave obediently crawling on the floor behind him. He took one look at the toys scattered about and his face turned sour.
“Hi Greg,” I said, trying to be friendly “We are showing off our toys, care to join us?”
“No. I don’t have toys” he answered back with a voice tainted in disgust.
“Huh? What do you mean?” I asked.
“You don’t own any toys?” Ted asked.
“No toys of any kind?” LadyPanther asked.
“No I don’t.” he answered back to us. “There is no need for them.”
“No rope or spreader bars?” I asked.
“No whips or floggers?” Ted asked.
“No blindfolds or gags?” LadyPanther asked.
“If I want my slave to stay still I will just command her not to move rather than using rope. Same with a blindfold. I would just command her to keep her eyes shut. I don’t need a spreader bar or gag because part of the rules she has to follow is to always keep her legs apart and never to talk unless I tell her she can talk. And as for whips or floggers, if I ever want to punish her I just take away her privileges to orgasm or if the infraction is sever enough I spank her with my bare hand.”
Ted was the first to respond to this all. “Whips and floggers are not punishment. It’s pleasurable and erotic.”
“No wonder you cant keep your partner under control. There is no way you can enforce the rules if you she enjoys the punishment you give out for breaking the rules”
I tried next. “It’s not always about rules and commands for everyone ya know. Some of us do this stuff because we enjoy it.”
“I would expect such attitude from someone like you. You don’t even have a strong enough will to properly control your partner so you have to use ropes to restrain when you cant do it yourself”
LadyPanther took what was probably the best path. She put her things back into her fishing tackle box and walked away.
“Its such a shame people like that are so closed minded that they refuse to even listen to any other opinion but their own.”
MasterGregs slave had been lying flat on her stomach all this time passionately kissing at his boots. When he turned sharply she got back up to her hands and knees. “Come my pet, having you around all these toys and game players is a bad influence on you” he marched out of the room and she obediently crawled out after him.