Boobies & Bondage – New York

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To dispel the bad juju of this incident, I am going to post a much more successful and carefree moment of exhibitionism-on-the-sly for this week’s Sinful Sunday and as my last hoorah for this week’s Kink of the Week.  This is from my weekend in Atlantic City & New York, after I arrived back in New York City to spend a few days with W before we headed back home.

For reasons I will go into in a future post, I had not been able to reconnect at all with W kinkwise when I got back from Boardwalk Badness. I badly needed to – I always do when I have played with others – and hoped desperately that he would find some small ways to insert a bit of kink into our interactions while we were in Manhattan. A buttplug, or maybe my tit collars, or some small demands or orders. But he does not mix vanilla and kink well, and I think sex and kink were the farthest things from his mind. After the raucous fun of the spanking weekend it was at the top of my mind, of course, but I had known before we came out to NYC that he would (probably) not even think about play. Given that, it wasn’t the downer it could have been, and has been in the past when I have let my expectations get the better of me. I had prepared myself for this eventuality, and knew that it would probably be the case, so I didn’t let myself get disappointed by expecting anything else.  And since I enjoy our vanilla time together, I ended up having a lovely time in the city with him, even if there wasn’t any kink.

But there was one thing I wanted to do whether or not he was feeling kinky.

I started doing Rope on the Run specifically because I wanted to have a way to play in a mildly kinky way when he wasn’t in that headspace. I have a higher need for kink than either of the Guys do, and so sometimes, when they aren’t “feeling it,” I need to manufacture some kind of play, or I’ll go a little crazy.  Rope on the Run, the Alphabet Game & even the Scavenger Hunts have become a way for me to be able to “ask” for play, and even be a little (playfully) bossy about it (“We’re going to do a Rope on the Run today. Get dressed and get your rope ready.”) They don’t have to be in the right headspace, because it’s not about them, it’s about me. And it’s become something that we all enjoy and get into quite a bit, and that has turned into some marvelous adventures. No, it’s not D/s or S/M, but that’s good, because I associate D/s and S/M with our kink relationship – that is, with being submissive to W – and the way my kink works, that kind of play needs to come from him. It just doesn’t work for me if I’m the one saying “Please, will you tie me up, whip me until I collapse, fuck me raw and then leave me in a puddle of your piss on the floor?”

Yeah, not so much. Heh.

But Rope on the Run…well, that is all about fun and games. And when I am not getting enough of the real kind of play, well, it’ll do, at least for awhile. (And if all that sounds selfish, oh well. Sometimes, in order to get one’s needs met, thinking about oneself is a necessity.)

Anyway, that’s where I was our last day in the city. I needed something…anything. So I used my newly-birthed “Boobies & Bondage” series as a tool to get that little “something.” A little bit of rope under my shirt, a tiny bit of exposure in a relatively empty park by the Hudson River, a teeny tiny bit of the kink that I needed so badly.

And voila!

Boobies & Bondage in New York

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