Bedroom Boy Scout

(This was originally published in the Sensual 'n Secret blog on April 5th 2009.)

It's amazing what knowledge from the past can become useful in the bedroom.

I was making my first foray into rope bondage with my partner in a hotel. We had a couple of beginner books on the subject, several lengths of good bondage rope, and a few days on our hands. My partner has been into bondage for some time, but I'm a relative newcomer to it, thus the books.

We read the books together, looking over the instructions, as well as the photos of beautiful bondage models all tied up with no place to go. We talked over which things turned us on, which ties looked like fun, and generally had a sexy time over it. Then we took a break and went shopping.

When we got back, we got down to work. I had picked a couple of simple knots, one for the wrists and one for the ankles. I followed carefully in the book, my partner laid compliantly, enjoying the feel of the rope on her wrists. I was slow, since I wasn't confident of the knots involved and had to keep looking back at the book for the next instruction. When I got to the part about what to do with the other end of the rope, I paused somewhat at a loss. The book never mentioned how to tie the rope to the bed.

"Usually, you use one of those knots that you can adjust the tension on," my partner said helpfully.

Suddenly, I was taken back in my head to thirty years ago. I was a Boy Scout as a teen. I went camping, hiking, canoeing, got several merit badges, and had a pretty good time. In the course of camping several times a year for several years, I learned something about tying knots. I knew at least three knots that could be used in the situation of wanting to tie the end to the bed and pull up the slack. I picked the appropriate one, tied it, tightened up the rope, and was happily greeted with a low moan from my lover.

"Mmmmm, that feels good."

Just that little phrase and she made me feel like a rope expert. In just a couple of minutes, I had her other hand tied down. She playfully pulled against the ropes and purred. Her feet took longer, because the knots were somewhat different than the hand restraints, but in ten minutes, she was stretched spread-eagle on across the bed. I loved how she writhed within her bonds and moaned, obviously enjoying being tied up. I was hard as a rock watching her.

I could have started caressing her or tickling her with a feather, but I chose to indulge one of my other kinks: biting. I bit her feet and thighs, I gnawed at her belly and hips, I sucked her nipples, then bit them. I bit her arms. All this time, she groaned, squealed, and struggled in the sexiest way. She was extremely aroused, and I was crazed with lust. I couldn't hold back anymore, so I pounced on her, taking her hard and fast, while biting her shoulders and neck. She couldn't stop moaning and soon was coming with every thrust. In the midst of fucking her, I decided I wanted more interaction with her, so I got up with a whimper from her and untied just her legs. I crawled between her legs again, and picked up where I left off, only now she wrapped her legs around me. This was some of the hottest rutting ever. It was fantastic.

When we were both satisfied, I untied her. She touched her ligature marks lightly. "I think you should get a picture of these. I want something for a LiveJournal icon." I felt like a king as I photographed the evidence of my rope-tying. We were both so turned on by the whole thing, we made love again as soon as the pictures were done. Then I tied a rope corset around her chest, a much less sexual form of bondage. The day was a huge success.

So my first attempt at rope bondage was saved from being uncomfortable by skills I had learned thirty years earlier in the Boy Scouts. I wonder what other hidden skills that I've learned in completely innocent circumstances as a youth that are useful in the bedroom. I'll let you know what I discover.