This hadn't really been planned. I wandered up after watching him tie up Lauralei.
It was wonderful to see them.
Max asked if he could tie me up, and I agreed.
My left foot was a little sore from being on my feet for three days., and I explained that I would not take off my combat boots.
Max tied my hands and brought that to a chest harness.
I was pulled slightly off the ground by a vertical line to the chest harness. While this was comfortable enough on my chest and arms, this was difficult on my wrists. I kept trying to roll my wrists to relieve stress. They would need to be adjusted three or four times.
My hips were tied and my feet were tied together. My hips and feet were brought off the ground and pulled to the center point.
Max evangelizes safety and practices what he teaches. The straight world twirls and spins in ways that the gay rope world does not. I was twirled back and forth. I don't think I would have twirled for another top.
By pulling my body inward I would twirl faster.
My feet were pulled to the corner of the frame. The vertical line from the ankles was pulled between my legs, up my chest, and to the center point. Leaning into this pair of 6mil ropes made the suspension much more comfortable.
I was let down. There was hugging.
Max asked me what I needed, and I answered beer.
I put on my clothing and got us beers.
It was a wonderful way to spend a chunk of the afternoon. This was my favorite act involving rope... ever.
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| One of the leaders of the space wanted to emphasize the equipment, and hung a hook over my head. Instead Max tied it onto a rope and asked me to hold the rope in my teeth. |
