RESTRICTIVE ROPE BONDAGE

First and foremost, I feel rope bondage should be effective. However, the rope work needn't be unattractive or sloppy, nor does it need complicated knots. Rope and I go way back. I have extensive knowledge of various rope materials and how they differ. There are pros and cons to each rope type and it takes experience to understand this art form. Some things you can't just read about, but rather have to do to have a greater comprehension.

Like with mastering any art form, one must dedicate their time with a sincere interest and willing to practice with a passion. Depending on the material of the rope, knots either bite down very securely or if made of a slippery fiber can practically undo itself through the struggle of the one who is bound, having no tooth at all. However, this can be countered by applying particular knots that will hold the knot tight even with the slipperiest of material. This is where experience, skill and technique all come into play. All of which I possess.

Unfortunately, I've seen some really embarrassing and ineffective bondage. To make matters worse is that it was performed by people who claim to be proficient at bondage, but cannot even manage to tie their shoes. Perhaps these are the same folks who wear those cheesy Velcro strap on shoes. Piss-poor knot work with unsightly wrapping of rope never impresses Me. It is out right laughable even to call such a thing bondage. These amateurs know who they are... and so do the bondage lovers. Let’s face it, some things you just can't fake.

My submissive bondage sluts have reported stories to Me of feeling disappointed by lame bondage placed on them by other Dominatrices. Some of the subs have told Me how angry the "Dominatrix" got when he easily escaped. The gentlemen of such misfortune reported feeling silly for having to pretend to not be able to get out of the rope, just to not piss off the poseur. What a mood killer. Poor things... I am referring to both parties in this case. I like authentic people, whether submissive or dominant.

For the Dom to get angry at the bottom for escaping bad bondage is really misdirecting anger. Fore She is really embarrassed at Her own ineptness. And for the record Ladies, you will not improve any skill by playing with those who cater to your insecurities. I’m not concerned with hurting your fragile ego as I have a sincere disdain for delicate pussies of all sorts. We only improve our game in life with those who challenge us. There is no glory in someone letting you “win” or to beat a novice at any game. To be such a sore loser is just poor sportsmanship. And to get upset about it shows you aren’t even in control of yourself, let alone anyone else. So, find your proper place and hit your knees now, honey… and gingerly kiss My ass. It’s time you learned the ropes.

I am amused when bondage lovers try to escape My ropes. It’s fun and I’m up for the challenge. It is the escape artists whom I’ve learned the most from. I extend My gratitude to the Houdinis of the world and commend them. It has been through their escaping that I learned first handedly what works and what doesn’t. Today, escaping My bondage is highly unlikely thanks to their past struggles. I even reward the submissive who can escape My bondage.

I combine aesthetic beauty with functionality in My unique Vamp rope bondage. I enjoy intricate, complex knot work a novice would be hard pressed to pull off… even if Her life depended on it. Harry Houdini would have looked quite handsome in My rope bondage... and I am confident I would have given him one hell of a challenge in escaping.

THE ZEN OF VAMP ROPE BONDAGE

I remember seeing a haunting black and white photograph of Harry Houdini when I was about 13 years old, many moons ago. He was bound in steel chains with shackles around his wrists and ankles while nude. I suppose that was one of My very first erotic experiences and truly one of the sexiest things I had ever laid eyes on. To this very day that photograph still gives Me a surge. Pardon Me, I believe I’ve just creamed My panties.

I am a rope artist and simply adore tying intricate knot work… and I take great pleasure especially in rendering the bound submissive helpless as the rope runs through My hands. I am familiar with Shibari, a style of Japanese rope bondage, but have taken this ancient art form to another level. My own unique methods are a fusion, creating a style of bondage that appeals to My eye and senses. I use old school methods combined with My own unorthodox techniques. I am fearless when it comes to experimentation. I even like to bind your cock and balls when you have a difficult time controlling yourself. Even My cock and ball bondage is intricately beautiful.

My absolutely favorite is predicament bondage where I place you in situations and positions that really mess with you. One thing is for sure, you are damned if you do and damned if you don’t. Then I’ve really got your sorry ass pegged.

There is an erotic quality to the ancient art form of binding someone with rope that I find very intriguing. There is a tremendous amount of trust building during this process, making those involved much closer, both metaphorically and literally. The mind and body are connected and a greater sense of spiritual awareness can be achieved for both the dominant one doing the binding and the lucky submissive who is being bound.

I find that when I tie knots and wrap rope that I get into a meditative state that is quite relaxing, having a calming effect on Me and My submissive as well. Rope bondage offers a serene tranquility that I cannot compare to anything else and subs report going into a hypnotic like state at times.

As a young child I began experimenting with rope work and was always impressed by the countless ways I could creatively use decorative knots. I loved to craft hemp jewelry such as ankle bracelets, macramé or ornately bind a packaged-gift for that special finishing touch. My Mother recounts the jute necklace I made for Her when I was only five years old. She was impressed by how I fashioned the necklace ends as a fastener, forming a tiny heart shape on one end with the twine and on the other end tying a monkey fist type of ball that slipped through the center of the heart’s small hole. She still has that necklace to this very day.

My dolls were My very first prisoners of captivity. After becoming bored with that, I graduated to binding the neighborhood boys while playing cowboys and Indians, which was way more fun! Of course, I was always the wild Squaw, which is true of My own native blood line.

I was also prone to do mischievous things like bind baby dolls to some jerk’s automobile front bumper or trailer hitch. Totally unbeknownst to him, of course. This always got disapproving honks on the road and yells from other drivers who noticed such a bizarre display. It usually took the jackass a while to realize why he got so much hostility from others while he was driving around town. That gave Me a very sadistic sense of pleasure for whatever twisted reason. I must confess, I’ve yet to out grow this tendency. I’m still a very knotty Girl, indeed.

MY VAMP ROPE

I marvel at the aesthetic effectiveness of My beautiful restraints as the rope bites into your tender flesh… weaving you into My seductive web… binding you to Me in an eternal cocoon of caressing bondage, holding your body captive as well as your mind.

The rope collection I’ve acquired consists of various types, depending on the desired effect I’d like to achieve. For major fuck-ups I prefer the rough cruelty of My hemp rope that I affectionately call The Reefer Keeper. I snicker as you struggle beneath the harsh abrasiveness of the rope while bound with fragrant hemp. It is aromatherapy at its finest, indeed. Any attempts to free yourself are only done in vain, causing you even more discomfort. Fore you are your own worst enemy when you struggle against the inevitable. Do not resist.

Miss Scarlet is My blood-red colored nylon rope. Her supple softness seduces you like a Siren… pulling you in… closer and closer… keeping you down for good. She holds you bound by the spell of Her deceptive sweetness. She is like the red velvet pussy you can never resist, luring you in only to deny and deceive you with Her restrictive and wicked ways.

Lady Python is My cold-blooded black poly rope, with a smoothness matched only by My silver tongue. I summons Her to coil around your body, snaking with a deceptive grace inspired by constrictive intentions. Her smothering ways is the decorative boa I wrap around you again and again, like a cruel fashion accessory that adorns your bound flesh, making you My helpless hostage to do with as I please. Barely can you fathom the sincerity of My sinister nature at times.

Fuki Kabuki is My purple silk rope, sweet and kind to the touch but only reserved for My personal love slave. Never shall you have the privilege of being bound with the luxury of My sultry silk rope. However, I might let you touch it if you are well behaved and request the honour a feeling something so decadent against the skin of your finger tips. Silk rope is extremely difficult to work with in respect that it does not want to stay tied due to its silky, slippery nature. I have some clever tricks to work around this as to prevent My dear subbie from escape before I am ready.

RESTRAINTS, SHACKLES, STRAIGHT JACKETS, CHAINS and PADLOCKS

I take great delight in watching you helplessly squirm with dreaded anticipation while restrained by My extremely restrictive bondage. Seeing you bound by such restriction gives Me a sublime pleasure like no other. The blatant uncertainty on your face always seems to amuse Me as you curiously wonder what will happen to you next.

Interrogation scenes are especially fun where I to take you to a secret place of torment, rendering you completely helpless. Now I will make you reveal to Me whatever I want to know about you. Surrender to My will now, you poor soul. It is in your best interest.

Perhaps I shall put your crazy ass in a bona fide straight jacket, so restrictive that you will not Houdini out of. Or will it be steel chains and pad locks that I choose to hold you securely down with? Maybe I will use the leather shackles instead. Either way, you shall be met by the touch of My veteran hand as I skillfully bind you into a helpless state of submission.

If you are prone to whine and complain I may decide to gag you. I will stuff My fragrant panties in that vile slit you call a mouth. Perhaps a pretty gag ball is what I shall use to hush your whimpers once and for all. Verbal abuse is something I’m never at a loss of words for when the duty of interrogative humiliation calls. I find it goes quite nicely with all sorts of humiliating things that I like to do to My little bitches of servitude. Fore I am the Humiliatrix where vocal assaults are surpassed by none… even when done with a soft whisper. I will pry the awful truth out of you while secured in inescapable restraints.

Once I have you in My captivity, no longer are you free to roam as I hold you captive to do with as I like. What shall be your fate? Once you discover My bondage to be inescapable it will be quite evident who is on top.