So I took a breath and another step.
The rope was just a little thicker than my thumb
and piss poor quality. Strands peeled off, essentially making the entire
length into a brush that scoured and grated my pussy. I made it to the
first knot with two baby steps and another cane stroke that wasn’t quite as bad
as the first two. My clit hit that knot and I felt the awful texture of
the rope grab hold of my clit and seemingly pull it down under me as I tried to
go over it. Then there was this sort of half erotic, half agonizing pop
as my clit was abraded and the knot slipped down through my petals. I’d
of course ripened, my body’s natural defenses against such personal calamity.
Gushing goo, the knot slid down through my open flower, soaking up fluid
and scratching tiny red lines across the inside folds of my labia.
Walking a knotted rope is a tri-part experience.
The first, which I’ve described above, is what I like to refer to as “the
clitoral impact” or “humping the hedgehog.” Clitoral Impact is where the
knot first hits your clit. You feel the pressure and work up the courage to
rise up as high as you can on tip toe, your calves burning and your toes
aching, knowing that it’s all pointless anyway. The knot presses at your
clit and you feel how rough it is, like a cat’s tongue or a splintery wooden
board. And then, despite every instinct screaming “get the fuck off the
rope!” you push forward. Your clit doesn’t just rub against it. It
get’s snagged, the soft flesh pulled downward and under as the knot works its
way into the opening rift of your sex. The knot moves past and while the
rope still excoriates that little nub, it slips back into position, waiting for
the next knot to strike it. But the really horrible part is that if you
get aroused, wet and wanting, if you suddenly feel the urge, you start to
thrust your hips at the knot, letting it strike your clit over and over before
you finally “hump the hedgehog”, crushing your clit against it before you even
try to ride the swell.
The second part is what I like to call “the
pop.” The knot slides through your petals, and if you aren’t hurting too
much from having your clit practically ripped off, then this is where a massive
bulge in the two thin lines of burning heat blossoms to score the entire width
of each fold of your labia. Then the line dips and the knot literally
pops into the opening of your vaginal tract. The knot actually goes in
deep enough that for a moment, you think you’re about to get fucked and your
body opens up, preparing for the penetration. It’s just a response, a
physical instinct triggered by the pressure. But no, it’s just the knot, and
while it’s there it does this little round swirl to tenderize your opening just
enough to torment you. Then it moves on.
The third part begins with the excruciating
passage of the knot over your perineum, which has already been severely
scratched from the rope. It’s the lowest point on your body and
technically is taking the most strain. This part of you is also horribly
sensitive, tender, and it’s what is really making you wince. You
hurry, past this, knowing that speed won’t help but since it’s your body in
charge, and not your brain, it doesn’t matter. The knot then dips again,
but it’s not this popping sensation. It’s just a dip, but since that dip
is actually your bottom, it’s like wiping your butt with a dry luffa sponge.
(Don’t try that by the way. It’s not pleasant.) The knot sits there for a
moment because you pause. You’re past the perineum and you’re privately
saying “thank God!” but you know that you still have the tender crack of your
ass to go. So you have to gather enough energy to get the last bit over.
So despite the fact that you are literally sitting on the knot, letting it dig its
way a little into your ass, you finally move and let it scour its path through
your buttocks until you are free and clear, only another four inches away from
another knot.
Now, try doing that with a madman smacking your
ass and tits with a cane in order to keep you steadily moving. One of
these days I’m going to walk a knotted rope that is smooth, thin, and soft,
while those watching let me take my fucking time.
Wow. Makes me want to walk a knotted rope now! thanks Breanne!
ReplyDeleteI'm still waiting to see if you'll do the the three rope version. One that you walk as described very nicely above. One hanging over your head with the hook of a pants clothes hanger hanging from it. The clips of the pants hanger clipped onto your nipples. Knots tired in that rope so you have to tug the hook over the knots with your nipples. A third rope below you, ankle height, with a loop tired to two clover clamps attached to your labia. Also knotted so you are also trying to go down to allow the loop between the clamps to go under the knots of the low rope.
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