<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811533495437105276</id><updated>2011-07-31T07:51:39.164+01:00</updated><title type='text'>RopeTopics</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811533495437105276/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>RopeTop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09189062576772217706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoIj3IsmjLo/S-_8N6FyWUI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Nex2ljbSBaA/S220/ej09.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>55</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811533495437105276.post-6545043707261757152</id><published>2010-05-16T15:04:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T15:04:57.199+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes</title><content type='html'>Hello people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long break I have decided to close RopeTop.com. I will transfer the useful articles on there to this blog so that people can still access them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Galleries will be transferred to &lt;a href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ropetopgalleries/"&gt;http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ropetopgalleries&lt;/a&gt;. You will need a Yahoo! account to access this (Make sure you do not use an email address that contains your full name if you do not want this to be public!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I no longer use my kink profiles, I'm a lot more vanilla these days. You can find me at &lt;a href="http://co-tops.blogspot.com"&gt;http://co-tops.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to everyone who has contributed comments and messages, and to all the fun people I've met. And I have had a lot of fun! I hope you continue to do so too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811533495437105276-6545043707261757152?l=ropetopics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/feeds/6545043707261757152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/2010/05/changes_16.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811533495437105276/posts/default/6545043707261757152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811533495437105276/posts/default/6545043707261757152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/2010/05/changes_16.html' title='Changes'/><author><name>RopeTop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09189062576772217706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoIj3IsmjLo/S-_8N6FyWUI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Nex2ljbSBaA/S220/ej09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811533495437105276.post-7657152927048036884</id><published>2010-05-15T13:45:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T13:50:49.844+01:00</updated><title type='text'>UK Leather/Fetish Venues</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;BIRMINGHAM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.boltz-club.com/"&gt;Boltz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thefountain.org.uk/"&gt;The Fountain Inn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;BLACKPOOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tradesbar.co.uk/"&gt;Trades Bar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;EDINBURGH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.claremontbar.co.uk/"&gt;The Claremont Bar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;BRIGHTON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gaytoz.com/search01.asp?line=23458"&gt;Hardcore&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;BRISTOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hard-bristol.org.uk/"&gt;Hard&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hard-bristol.org.uk/"&gt;Gear&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;LINCOLN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gaytoz.com/search01.asp?line=27395"&gt;Christopher's Bar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;MANCHESTER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.club-alert.com/"&gt;Alert&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.companybarmanchester.co.uk/"&gt;Company Bar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEWCASTLE UPON TYNE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gayxi.com/gayguide/reviews.php?id=1074&amp;coun_id=16&amp;cont_id=1&amp;city_id=112"&gt;The Cockpit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811533495437105276-7657152927048036884?l=ropetopics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/feeds/7657152927048036884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/2010/05/uk-leatherfetish-venues.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811533495437105276/posts/default/7657152927048036884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811533495437105276/posts/default/7657152927048036884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/2010/05/uk-leatherfetish-venues.html' title='UK Leather/Fetish Venues'/><author><name>RopeTop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09189062576772217706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoIj3IsmjLo/S-_8N6FyWUI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Nex2ljbSBaA/S220/ej09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811533495437105276.post-2986856840660089488</id><published>2010-05-15T13:37:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T13:43:26.941+01:00</updated><title type='text'>London Scene</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Leather/fetish venues. For more information see &lt;a href="http://www.paws.dircon.co.uk/London.htm"&gt;John's Leather Guide to London&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;London has two permanent leather clubs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thehoist.co.uk/"&gt;The Hoist &lt;/a&gt;(Wednesday-Sunday in Vauxhall, south London), and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thebackstreet.com/"&gt;Backstreet&lt;/a&gt; (Thursday-Sunday in Mile End, east London).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eaglelondon.com/"&gt;The Eagle&lt;/a&gt; in Vauxhall and the &lt;a href="http://www.theundergroundclub.net/"&gt;Underground Club&lt;/a&gt; in Kings Cross, central London, run fetish events on different nights throughout the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monthly events include &lt;a href="http://www.hardonclub.co.uk/"&gt;Hard On&lt;/a&gt; (a leather fetish club night in Vauxhall) and &lt;a href="http://www.slavesandmasters.org/"&gt;Collared &lt;/a&gt;(a BDSM night in Kings Cross). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many 'leather' clubs/events are just leather fetish without bondage/SM play. If you are looking for kink/rope try &lt;a href="http://www.smgays.org/"&gt;SM Gays Discovery Nights at The Hoist&lt;/a&gt;, or fetish play events such as &lt;a href="http://www.fetishbound.co.uk/"&gt;FetishBound&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a complete listing of gay venues and events in London you can download &lt;a href="http://www.qxmagazine.com/"&gt;QX Magazine.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For travel information see the &lt;a href="http://www.tfl.gov.uk/"&gt;Transport for London&lt;/a&gt; website.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811533495437105276-2986856840660089488?l=ropetopics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/feeds/2986856840660089488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/2010/05/london-scene.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811533495437105276/posts/default/2986856840660089488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811533495437105276/posts/default/2986856840660089488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/2010/05/london-scene.html' title='London Scene'/><author><name>RopeTop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09189062576772217706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoIj3IsmjLo/S-_8N6FyWUI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Nex2ljbSBaA/S220/ej09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811533495437105276.post-1729221012199814251</id><published>2010-05-15T13:29:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T14:09:21.405+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Links</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ROPE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.meninrope.com"&gt;MENinROPE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Launched in March 2006, MENinROPE.com is a male bondage website brought to you by DogTrainer1974. You will find pictures of men tied in both western bondage and Japanese / Shibari influenced styles, or simply wearing rope. So, if you like your men tied in rope then this is the place for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.justrope.co.uk"&gt;JuST Rope&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;London's leading Rope Bondage party. JuSTrope.co.uk organise and hold specialist rope bondage play parties and events. Our parties are neither tutorials or workshops although if you enjoy learning by watching its a real education. We aim to provide a comfortable and well equipped play environment and welcome all levels of experience from advanced to those who just want to come along and quietly watch. Previous parties have attracted some of the best rope artists from across the UK and Europe while creating a unique atmosphere that is social, relaxed and welcoming.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.esinem.com"&gt;ESINEM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The objectives of this site are to&lt;br /&gt;* Attempt to stimulate innovative bondage influenced by traditional Shibari/Kinbaku&lt;br /&gt;* To help newcomers to reach new levels of experience (see Tuition)&lt;br /&gt;* To exchange ideas and information&lt;br /&gt;* To document my journey into learning this skill&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.knottyboys.com"&gt;Two Knotty Boys&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;San Francisco-based bondage duo. "Our goal is to demystify bondage and put the fun into it, while making it safer and much more aesthetically pleasing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;BDSM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.iml2003.com"&gt;International Mr Leather 2003&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The personal website of the British winner of International Mister Leather 2003. Lots of useful information, including John's Leather Guide to London - an excellent comprehensive and in depth guide to everything bondage, leather and BDSM-related in the capital. Updated weekly. Very useful for visitors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sm-top.com"&gt;SM-Top.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A personal website of an experienced London Top, lots of pictures of his slaves/subs, plus useful information.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.puploki.com"&gt;PupLoki&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A personal website of a dedicated puppy with lots of dog play information and links&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smgays.org"&gt;SMGays&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SM Gays is a not-for-profit social and educational group for gay men interested in consensual, sexual sadomasochism. Meeting since July 1981, its aim is to encourage safe and lawful SM practices through sharing of information among people with similar interests.The group is unfunded and run by volunteers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every month the group holds a Discovery Night in Central London where you can learn more about SM techniques and meet other people with similar interests. There is no membership requirement or dress code and the atmosphere is friendly and informal.&lt;br /&gt;At present these events attract around 200 gay men.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://Recon.com"&gt;Recon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gay male profiles site which also includes Bondage Control and Slave 4 Master plus many other fetish-based sites under the general Recon umbrella. Once you create a profile in one area (bondage, slave4master, etc.) you can see and talk to everyone else in that category PLUS everyone else in every other category.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://slaveboys.co.uk"&gt;Slaveboys&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;British kinky guys: BDSM &amp; more. A place for guys who like to spend their evenings a little tied up.... Join to meet other guys like you. Includes message board/discussion forums.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.spannertrust.org/"&gt;The Spanner Trust&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Spanner Trust exists to defend the rights of sadomasochists of all sexual orientations and specifically to reverse the UK court ruling which made certain SM activities illegal even though all parties consent.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.backlash-uk.org.uk"&gt;backlash&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;backlash was created in 2005 by the Libertarian Alliance, the Spanner Trust, the Sexual Freedom Coalition, Feminists against Censorship, Ofwatch and Unfettered to collate evidence for an informed debate on censorship and to fight plans to criminalise ownership of material the Home Office finds abhorrent.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.informedconsent.co.uk"&gt;Informed Consent&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to Informed Consent, the leading website about BDSM in the UK. (BDSM is an overlapping abbreviation of Bondage &amp; Discipline, Dominance &amp; Submission, and S&amp;M.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been online since 1997, starting with listings, then adding discussion forums, personal ads and weblogs. Most of our sections feature information about both the BDSM and Fetish scenes in the UK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The site's name was chosen to reflect the useful information we enable people to share, while emphasising the necessity of consent in all aspects of BDSM relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mixed site (mostly straight kinky people) but very diverse, with lively discussion boards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fetlife.com"&gt;FetLife&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"FetLife is a FREE Social Network for the BDSM &amp; fetish community. Similar to Facebook and mySpace but run by kinksters like you and me. We think it is more fun that way. Don't you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently 170,436 Members. The site has profiles and many special interest groups (each with its own forum) including many bondage/rope groups such as Riggers and Rope Sluts (5671 Members) ... see also ManDom UK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any member can create their own group, so you can form your own online communities of people with shared interests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;LEATHER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msclondon.co.uk/"&gt;MSC London&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This web site is for gay and bisexual men who are into leather, rubber, skinheads, uniform, denim and western gear and their associated lifestyles. If this describes you, you are welcome to browse our site and we hope you will want to join us.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://autos.groups.yahoo.com/group/ecmcinfo"&gt;ECMC&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ECMC is the European Confederation of Motorcycle Clubs and counts over 40 member clubs across Europe specialising in Bike Runs and other social activities aimed primarily at gay men with interests in motorcycles and fetishes for leather &amp; rubber &amp; uniform clothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ECMC is the umbrella organisation for various Motor Sports Club (MSC / Gay Bikers) around Europe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The MSCs are social groups for gay motorcyclists/leathermen. They have been running a long time, the oldest of them dating from the 1960s. They express an interest in leather and uniforms, which may or may not include BDSM, so they are NOT gay BDSM groups as such, though many of their members may be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.69club.org.uk"&gt;Sixty Nine (Motorcycle) Club, London&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fukc.org.uk/page19.html"&gt;Manchester Super Chain MSC&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msc-scotland.net"&gt;MSC Scotland&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.emmsc.org.uk"&gt;East Mercia MSC&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mscbournemouth.org.uk/"&gt;MSC Bournemouth&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.essexleather.co.uk"&gt;Essex Leather MSC&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fukc.org.uk"&gt;FUKC&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The FUKC is an alliance of the UK and Ireland’s non-commercial clubs for gay and bisexual men into leather, motorbikes, rubber, uniforms, denim, skingear and their associated lifestyles. It coordinates the events, parties and activities of the member clubs and acts as a central point for the dissemination of information about their meetings and events. There is no formal constitution or committee. Instead, the clubs meet together annually in June for a social event and conference during which an affiliated club is appointed to hold the secretariat and one of its members to act as coordinator.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bluf.com"&gt;BLUF&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLUF is a club for men who enjoy wearing breeches and leather uniforms. The club started on the Internet in 1997 and has now 2000 members. The purpose of these pages is to give you information on our club activities and, more in general, to celebrate the image of men in leather uniforms, boots and breeches. The site contains thousands of pictures of men in boots and leather uniforms, most of which cannot be found anywhere else on the Internet. Becoming a member of BLUF (free of charge!) gives you access to this wealth of hard-core leather pics. Membership is limited to men only. All you need to do, is send in a picture of yourself in full leather uniform.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811533495437105276-1729221012199814251?l=ropetopics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/feeds/1729221012199814251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/2010/05/links.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811533495437105276/posts/default/1729221012199814251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811533495437105276/posts/default/1729221012199814251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/2010/05/links.html' title='Links'/><author><name>RopeTop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09189062576772217706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoIj3IsmjLo/S-_8N6FyWUI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Nex2ljbSBaA/S220/ej09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811533495437105276.post-8450604125070672900</id><published>2010-05-15T13:27:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T13:27:47.840+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Reverse Shoulder Harness</title><content type='html'>This is a variation of the reverse harness, in which no rope at all cross the front of the body, exposing the armpits and leaving the whole torso unobscured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bind his hands in front of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lift his hands up and behind his head, with the ends of the rope trailing behind him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take each end forward under the armpit and then back over the shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tie off at this point with a double knot to prevent tightening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Place the knot on the upper edge of the shoulder so that it will not lie underneath when the sub lies down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take each end to the opposite side and loop them over each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take each end through the shoulder loops and tie off at this point with the knots on the inside of each arm (not behind)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811533495437105276-8450604125070672900?l=ropetopics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/feeds/8450604125070672900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/2010/05/reverse-shoulder-harness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811533495437105276/posts/default/8450604125070672900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811533495437105276/posts/default/8450604125070672900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/2010/05/reverse-shoulder-harness.html' title='Reverse Shoulder Harness'/><author><name>RopeTop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09189062576772217706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoIj3IsmjLo/S-_8N6FyWUI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Nex2ljbSBaA/S220/ej09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811533495437105276.post-7097360849437390680</id><published>2010-05-15T13:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T13:27:01.044+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoulder Harness</title><content type='html'>I developed this as an alternative to the traditional rope harness. I wanted to be able to tie a guy's hands in the middle of his back without any rope crossing the front of the body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a guy has a nice torso I like it to be unobscured!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The technique is still fairly simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sub stands and crosses his hands behind his back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find the midpoint of your rope and tie his wrists at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pass the free ends of the rope over his shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pass each end under the armpit and back behind him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pull the ends taught so that the wrists are pulled up into the centre of the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bind each end around the upper arm near the armpit and tie off with the knot on the inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take each end up to the opposite shoulder and tie to the loop that circles the shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make sure the knot is on top/slightly in front of the shoulder blade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This secures the shoulder loops which would otherwise slip down over the arms, and holds the whole arrangement together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the rope runs out here, tie off around the shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your rope is longer, the ends can be secured to anchor points (eg: bed posts) or used to tie up the lower body.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811533495437105276-7097360849437390680?l=ropetopics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/feeds/7097360849437390680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/2010/05/shoulder-harness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811533495437105276/posts/default/7097360849437390680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811533495437105276/posts/default/7097360849437390680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/2010/05/shoulder-harness.html' title='Shoulder Harness'/><author><name>RopeTop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09189062576772217706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoIj3IsmjLo/S-_8N6FyWUI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Nex2ljbSBaA/S220/ej09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811533495437105276.post-6938062478681699800</id><published>2010-05-15T13:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T13:26:06.250+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Reverse Rope Harness</title><content type='html'>This is a variation on the traditional rope harness in which the same basic steps are simply reversed so that the ropes cross the back instead of in front. This exposes the armpits and leaves the chest unobscured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sub stands and faces you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find the midpoint of your rope and tie his wrists at this point. The length of free rope at both ends should be about equal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lift his hands up and behind his head, with the ends of the rope trailing behind him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the free ends to the centre of the body and wrap around. Tie off at the side of the body.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811533495437105276-6938062478681699800?l=ropetopics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/feeds/6938062478681699800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/2010/05/reverse-rope-harness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811533495437105276/posts/default/6938062478681699800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811533495437105276/posts/default/6938062478681699800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/2010/05/reverse-rope-harness.html' title='Reverse Rope Harness'/><author><name>RopeTop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09189062576772217706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoIj3IsmjLo/S-_8N6FyWUI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Nex2ljbSBaA/S220/ej09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811533495437105276.post-4910982049990823887</id><published>2010-05-15T13:24:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T13:24:48.301+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Rope Harness</title><content type='html'>The rope harness is a very simple technique for binding the sub's hands behind him and holding them in the centre of his back. This position lifts the bound hands clear of the buttocks, which they would otherwise obstruct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will need a medium-length piece of rope, minimum of about 10 feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sub stands and faces away from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find the midpoint of your rope and tie his wrists at this point. The length of free rope at both ends should be about equal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pass each end under over the shoulder so that the ends hang down in front of his chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pull the ends taught so that the wrists are pulled up into the centre of the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn the sub to face you. Cross each end of the rope to the opposite side, creating an X on the chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrap each end around the waist and tie off at the side of the body.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811533495437105276-4910982049990823887?l=ropetopics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/feeds/4910982049990823887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/2010/05/rope-harness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811533495437105276/posts/default/4910982049990823887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811533495437105276/posts/default/4910982049990823887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/2010/05/rope-harness.html' title='Rope Harness'/><author><name>RopeTop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09189062576772217706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoIj3IsmjLo/S-_8N6FyWUI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Nex2ljbSBaA/S220/ej09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811533495437105276.post-7437251474853734416</id><published>2010-05-15T13:13:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T14:07:31.455+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Rope Bondage Health &amp; Safety</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Acknowledgements to slimlthrsub and Esinem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although rope can be fun, it can also be dangerous. A rope bondage Top has a great responsibility, he must take care not to injure his sub, or indeed endanger his sub's life. The following should be considered:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Rope hazards&lt;br /&gt;Tying/untying&lt;br /&gt;Asphyxiation / Constriction&lt;br /&gt;Standing / Suspension&lt;br /&gt;First Aid&lt;br /&gt;Responsibility&lt;br /&gt;Rope hazards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be careful with your rope, especially if you have long loops of it pooled on the floor around you. It is easy to trip and fall if the rope gets tangled around the sub's legs, or your own, or (if in public) around those of a spectator/passer-by. Try and keep an eye on where your rope is at all times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not rush. Instruct the sub to remain still when you are tying him in a standing position. He might decide to help you by turning to give you access to his back or front, or lift one foot to allow rope to pass underneath, but is better if he stays in a stable position while you work around him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Tying/untying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are several safety points to keep in mind when tying a person up. A simple one is to beware of something I call "whip- eye". This is where you are pulling rope through itself quickly, either whilst tying or untying, and the sub is watching with interest. Suddenly the free end of the rope comes whipping out and smacks the unsuspecting victim in the face. Not good! Slow down, or, if you in a hurry, shield his face with your other hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, pulling rope fast against skin will cause burns, so slow down. If you are pulling a line of rope under another line with bare skin underneath, pull the upper line away from the skin and then angle the rope you are pulling so that it rubs against the overlying line instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avoid large knots, especially in sensitive areas and particularly if the sub is going to be lying down on them, as this can cause pain or injury.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may have to untie the person quickly, if he becomes unwell or starts to panic. For this reason, always ensure that the hands are easy to get to in order to free them. If you are using a long piece of rope (more than five metres), do not use this to tie the hands and then the rest of the body, as you will then have to work backwards to untie everything else before you can free his hands. Either (a) tie his hands with a separate, shorter piece of rope, or (b) use the last few metres to tie the hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an emergency, you may have to cut rope off your sub. It is best not to use ordinary scissors or blades to do this, as there is a danger of injuring the person, especially if he is panicking and unable to keep still. A much better option is a safety knife or Safety scissors / EMT sheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Asphyxiation / Constriction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The diagram below shows areas to be mindful of when tying. RED areas are particularly dangerous. ORANGE are less dangerous but still warrant care and attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;DANGER ZONES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 - &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;NECK!&lt;/span&gt; - Be very careful placing rope around this area because of the risk of choking and/or strangulation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 - &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;NOSE AND MOUTH!&lt;/span&gt; - keep airways clear for breathing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 - &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;CHEST/ABDOMEN&lt;/span&gt; - bindings too tight here will prevent the lungs from inflating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 - &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ARMPITS &lt;/span&gt;- avoid tight bindings under the armpits or near the top two inches of the inner upper arm, as this will compress the major nerves to the arms (brachial plexus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 - &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;OUTER UPPER ARM&lt;/span&gt; - about 2/3 of the way from elbow to the shoulder is a vulnerable point for the radial nerve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 - &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;KNOTCH BELOW BASE OF THUMB&lt;/span&gt; - radial nerve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 - &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;BELOW LITTLE FINGER SIDE OF WRIST&lt;/span&gt; - ulnar nerve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 - &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HOLLOW OF ELBOW&lt;/span&gt; - brachial artery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 - &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;KNOTCH OF ELBOW&lt;/span&gt; - "funny bone", ulnar nerve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asphyxiation is anything that interrupts the ability to breathe properly and thereby deprives the body of oxygen. Areas to consider are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 - &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;NECK!&lt;/span&gt; - Anything that constricts the neck risks pressing on the carotid artery, cutting off the flow of blood to the brain (strangulation). It can also compress the trachea (windpipe), cutting off the supply of air to the lungs (choking). Both have the same effect: depriving the brain of oxygen, which can lead to unconsciousness and death. Do not loop or circle rope around the neck unless it is FIRMLY fixed with absolutely no danger of it slipping/tightening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEVER lay rope across the front of the neck / throat. If you wrap rope around the head (eg: to make a gag) make sure it does not slip down to the neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 - &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;NOSE AND MOUTH!&lt;/span&gt; - Take care with rope that covers the nostrils and/or mouth. Ensure that the sub can breathe through the rope OK. If you use a rope gag DO NOT cover the nostrils with anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 - &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;CHEST/ABDOMEN&lt;/span&gt; - If rope is too tight around the chest or stomach it can make breathing difficult, especially if the person is lying face down or bent forward, if it prevents the chest from expanding when the person breathes in (compressive asphyxia).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also be mindful of this when tying someone face-down, even if there is no rope crossing the chest (ie: hogtied). In this position the sub is lifting a portion of the weight of his upper body when he inhales, and this may be easier for some than for others. If he gets into difficulty and cannot change position he will be in danger of positional asphyxia which has been the cause of death for people who have been restrained by, for example, police and prison officers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Constriction&lt;/span&gt;: Bindings that are too tight will cut off the circulation of blood to body parts and/or damage nerves. Certain body parts are more vulnerable than others because blood vessels and nerves are closer to the surface here (points 4-8).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can lay rope in these areas without worry as long as the bindings are not too tight. Before finishing a tie insert a finger between the rope and the sub's skin to create a gap, and leave this gap in place when you tie off. Leave enough room for the body part to move slightly within / under the binding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avoid using single lines of thin rope, especially in these areas, as they will 'bite' into the skin. The rope should be no less than 4mm in diameter, and using several lines (eg: wrapping the rope around the area several times) will create a more comfortable cuff that distributes the pressure over a larger area, lessening the danger of restriction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A simple knot may not look or feel too tight at first, but if it slips it may tighten when the person moves. A quick and easy way to stop this from happening is by using a reef knot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless, you should ALWAYS check for signs of constriction. If circulation is restricted to a body part (such as arms, hands, legs) the skin will look darker and feel colder compared to the rest of the body. Keep checking for these danger signs, especially if the sub is tied up for long periods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you tie his hands behind his back and then lie him down on his back for a prolonged period this will put pressure on his arms, again restricting blood flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is also important that the sub understands that he is to report any loss of sensation/numbness that he experiences in any part of his body. Some subs will hesitate to do this, either because they think it is a normal part of the proceedings, or out of masochism. They must be instructed that this is NOT acceptable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Standing / Suspension&lt;/span&gt;, where the sub is held in an upright position for a prolonged period, can also have dangers. If a person remains in a vertical position without moving his legs for more than around thirty minutes there is danger of blood circulation being impaired. This can lead to a variety of problems, some of them serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gravity will cause venous pooling (blood pumped by the heart to the lower body not returning as quickly as it would normally), thus depriving the heart of its normal volume of circulating blood. This reduces pressure in the arteries, and therefore reduces the amount of oxygenated blood reaching the brain, which in turn will lead to fainting. This happens sometimes, for example, with a soldier standing sentry without moving for a long time, and with people wearing parachutes or climbing harnesses who are left hanging following accidents. The medical term for this is orthostatic shock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be careful when tying someone in a standing position where their feet/legs are bound, and vertical suspensions.&lt;br /&gt;Look out for the following danger signs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * Nausea&lt;br /&gt;    * Palpitations&lt;br /&gt;    * Profuse sweating&lt;br /&gt;    * Confusion&lt;br /&gt;    * Paleness&lt;br /&gt;    * Loss of or greying of vision&lt;br /&gt;    * Fainting &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, if you take the person's pulse and notice a rapid beat followed by a slow beat you should take IMMEDIATE action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you notice ANY of the above danger signs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* 1 - Loosen legs and assist him in moving/flexing/bending them to encourage normal blood flow.&lt;br /&gt;* 2 - Untie completely and sit him down, supported (against a wall or with you holding him up) with his knees drawn up to his chest, his arms around his knees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;DO NOT LIE HIM DOWN FLAT STRAIGHT AWAY&lt;/span&gt; - this could be dangerous, as it will cause a sudden return of deoxygenated blood to the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* 3 - Tell him to breathe slowly and deeply, in through the nose and out through the nose and mouth.&lt;br /&gt;* 4 - Give him sips of water&lt;br /&gt;* 5 - Tell him to rest until he feels better.&lt;br /&gt;* 6 - Talk to him to reassure him that he is safe &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he loses consciousness lower him into a sitting position and check his breathing. After a couple of minutes lower him GRADUALLY into &lt;a href="http://ropetop.com/rope.health.html#rp"&gt;the recovery position&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also with suspension there may be a danger of constriction cutting off circulation if the load is not distributed properly. Another danger is falling if the rope is not strong enough or not secured properly. Be sure you know what you are doing before attempting to suspend someone, this is not something you should try as a beginner until you have gained more experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;First Aid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little First Aid knowledge can go a long way. A lot, of course, can go a lot further. Anyone who has the opportunity to go on a First Aid course should do so, as they may well find it makes the difference between life and death. Check for local courses in your area. Your employer maybe be able to fund you to take part. Failing this, get yourself a basic First Aid book and make sure you have some basic supplies near to hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rope bondage by itself should not be hazardous, but you should always be prepared for unsuspected problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As with any BDSM play, check with the sub by asking him if he has any medical conditions that you need to be aware of. If he is feeling unwell it is probably not a good idea for him to be tied up. If he has drunk more than a moderate amount of alcohol, or if he has taken any kind of recreational drugs, it is NOT a good idea to continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Injuries resulting from bondage are rare, and rarely serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ROPE BURNS&lt;/span&gt; can be treated with a burn spray or cream. If the skin is broken, wash and apply a dressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;BRUISES/CUTS&lt;/span&gt; may occur if your sub trips and falls. Minor cuts should be washed and dressed. If there is heavier bleeding apply a little pressure to the wound and elevate the body part above the level of the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;CRAMPS &lt;/span&gt;can be caused by a tightening or contraction of a muscle or group of muscles. Untie and gently stretch/massage the affected area. Cramps can also be caused by dehydration, so give him some water to sip. Don't let him drink too fast, and make sure the water is still, not fizzy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;FAINTING &lt;/span&gt;can be caused by many things. A reduction in blood flow to the brain causes a brief loss of consciousness. This could be in response to extreme pain, strong emotion or standing still for a long time in a hot place. Likewise, being held in a fixed upright position, standing or suspended (as detailed above) can have the same effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * Signs and symptoms: Feeling weak, faint, giddy, nauseous&lt;br /&gt;    * looks very pale. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * What to do: Lay him down and raise his legs above his heart.&lt;br /&gt;      (NOTE - If he has been upright for more than twenty minutes sit him down first, then gradually lower him onto his back).&lt;br /&gt;    * Loosen any rope and clothing around the neck, chest and waist. Open windows and ask people to stand back so as not to restrict the flow of fresh air.&lt;br /&gt;    * Reassure him as he comes round.&lt;br /&gt;    * If he does not recover within a few minutes put him into &lt;a href="http://ropetop.com/rope.health.html#rp"&gt;the recovery position&lt;/a&gt; and call an ambulance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;RECOVERY POSITION&lt;/span&gt; for someone who is conscious and breathing normally:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * Lie the person on his back&lt;br /&gt;    * straighten legs&lt;br /&gt;    * place the arm nearest to you at a right angle to the body with the palm facing up&lt;br /&gt;    * bring the other arm across the body and place the back of his hand against the cheek nearest to you&lt;br /&gt;    * with your other hand get hold of the knee furthest from you and pull it up until the foot is flat on the floor&lt;br /&gt;    * keep hold of the hand against his cheek to support his head&lt;br /&gt;    * pull the bent leg towards you, rolling him onto his side&lt;br /&gt;    * pull the top leg up into a bent position &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SR4I0Ho6eo8"&gt;See the British Red Cross YouTube video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Responsibility&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A final piece of advice is to not leave a sub alone while restrained for any prolonged length of time. There is no right or wrong time limit, just common sense. Probably nothing will happen but if something does, you really should be there to take control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sub's safety is your first responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See also:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.meninrope.com/MiR/Articles/Entries/2009/6/12_Health_and_Safety.html"&gt;MENinROPE: Health &amp; Safety&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.meninrope.com/MiR/Articles/Entries/2009/6/12_First_Aid_Advice_by_Protein.html"&gt;MENinROPE: First Aid&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.esinem.com/Misc/Nerve%20Damage%20Part%201a.pdf"&gt;Nerve Damage&lt;/a&gt; by Esinem&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811533495437105276-7437251474853734416?l=ropetopics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/feeds/7437251474853734416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/2010/05/rope-bondage-health-safety.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811533495437105276/posts/default/7437251474853734416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811533495437105276/posts/default/7437251474853734416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/2010/05/rope-bondage-health-safety.html' title='Rope Bondage Health &amp; Safety'/><author><name>RopeTop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09189062576772217706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoIj3IsmjLo/S-_8N6FyWUI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Nex2ljbSBaA/S220/ej09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811533495437105276.post-1452182735049474974</id><published>2010-05-15T13:12:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T14:01:07.366+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Learn The Rope</title><content type='html'>There are many different types of bondage, using a variety of materials - tape, straightjackets, handcuffs, leather restraints - but rope is my favourite. Rope itself can be rugged or sensual, or both at the same time. It is a very versatile material which can be used to bind someone in a very simple, practical way or a very complex, attractive way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rope is a no-nonsense, non-fussy resource that is relatively cheap and very portable. Its use as a bondage material can present possibilities and challenges that inspire a great deal of creativity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In human history, rope is probably the earliest material used to restrain people, so it has historical precedent. In feudal Japan it was raised to an art form (hojojutsu, from which has evolved the modern erotic Japanese bondage art nawa shibari).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today rope bondage in many forms is very popular, both as simple kink and as a form of erotic art. It can be very simple or very complex, and for beginners it is advisable to start small and get some experience with simpler techniques before moving onto the more ambitious creations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is also important to remember some basic points on safety at all times. See Rope Bondage Health &amp; Safety&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rope: Buying, Preparation, Storage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can get rope from a variety of places, and depending on the type and the source, the price can vary a great deal. If you are just starting out you don't need to look too far or spend very much, just get some decent basic stuff. Your nearest hardware store should have what you need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make sure it is rope, not string, twine or plastic cord! It should be at least 4mm in diameter (this will be on the label). Either natural or synthetic is OK. Natural rope most often available is jute, which is brown and has a coarse, hairy texture. Cotton rope is very soft and usually a lighter colour. Most synthetic rope you will see on sale is polyester, which comes in a variety of colours and has a smoother texture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You won't need tons to begin with, but you will need a fair amount. A bundle of ten metres of jute will cost about £5. Get two bundles. Keep one as it is, and cut the other one into two, three or four so that you have pieces of various lengths to play with. It is best to have relatively shorter pieces for tying hands and feet, for instance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you cut rope you will be cutting the fibres that it is made of, and the ends will fray. Some people like the look of this, but it can make bondage tricky and erodes the rope, so seal the ends with tape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For different types of rope go to a chandler's shop or use online suppliers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are different ways to store your rope when you are not using it, the best way being so that when you get it out again to play with, you can do so quickly and easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you DON'T want is to start a horny session by pulling out a tangled mass of rope that looks like a big ball of spaghetti, and spending ten minutes sorting it all out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my method:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1 - Tie a loop in the midpoint of the rope.&lt;/span&gt; If you want to do something with your rope that looks neat and symmetrical, you will need to find the midpoint. You could mark it with ink, but that spoils the overall look. Find the middle by bringing the two ends together and holding them in one hand, then running your hand down the doubled rope until you reach the other end. Tie a simple loop here, not too tight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2 - Double up the rope.&lt;/span&gt; Bring the trailing ends up to the midpoint loop and hold them and the loop in one hand. Let the rest dangle loose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;3 - Double up again.&lt;/span&gt; Repeat this process until you have a thick bundle of rope with the midpoint loop at the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;4 - Knot the whole rope.&lt;/span&gt; Tie the whole thing in a simple knot and pull it just tight enough that it won't slip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You now have an easy to store, easy to find bundle that will be ready to use in seconds. To use, undo the big knot and hold the midpoint loop. Let the rest of the rope fall to the ground. (If the rope is very long, and you have enough room, hold onto the midpoint loop and throw the rest of it away from you.) It will fall loose and untangled. Then undo the midpoint loop and you are ready to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Binding Hands: Wrap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many different ways to tie someone's hands together, but the best way is to do so is in a way that is safe, simple and as easy for YOU to undo as quickly as possible. For this, the basic wrap is a good method:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Place the sub's hands in front of him, palms facing, a few inches apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a medium-length piece of rope and drape it over the wrists, with the midpoint of the rope between the wrists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Wrap both ends of the rope around the wrists a few times, forming a large loop, preferably without crossing the lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Using several lines to form the loop helps distribute the width of the rope lying on the skin so that it 'bites' less. (You can speed this process up by doubling the rope at the beginning, as in the picture above)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep the distance between the hands. There will be plenty of space in between them.&lt;br /&gt; When you have about ten inches of trailing ends left, wrap them around the loop several times, starting in the middle and working outwards. Continue until you have closed the loop, but not so tight that the rope meets the wrists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep a space of one width of your finger between the rope and the skin.&lt;br /&gt; Tie off in the middle with a reef knot - left over right, then right over left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check to make sure that the loop has not tightened, you want the sub to able to move his hands around within the rope, but not pull them out. This will ensure that circulation is not restricted. It should feel comfortable for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Binding Hands: Shackle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above technique can be used to tie hands behind the back if the arms are parrallel, but is difficult if the wrists are crossed as there is very little space between them. The shackle is better:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Wrap the rope around both wrists together several times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Pass one of the free ends under all the lines and out the other side.&lt;br /&gt; Now do the same with the other free end, in the opposite direction.&lt;br /&gt; Tie off in the middle with a reef knot - left over right, then right over left.&lt;br /&gt; Check to make sure that the shackle is comfortable and not too tight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shackle can also be used to tie hands in front of the body with wrists crossed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rope Harness Techniques&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are methods for binding the arms behind the torso:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/2010/05/rope-harness.html"&gt;Rope Harness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/2010/05/reverse-rope-harness.html"&gt;Reverse Rope Harness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/2010/05/shoulder-harness.html"&gt;Shoulder Harness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/2010/05/reverse-rope-harness.html"&gt;Reverse Shoulder Harness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Resources&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Different types of rope have different properties. Both natural and synthetic rope can be used for bondage. For a good guide to all the different types available, go to &lt;a href="http://www.esinem.com/"&gt;ESINEM.com&lt;/a&gt; and Click on "Rope".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good book to get you started is &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Knotty-Showing-Ropes-Step-Step/dp/193116049X"&gt;Showing You the Ropes&lt;/a&gt; by Two Knotty Boys, currently about £7 from Amazon. It is a a step-by-step guide to knots and techniques, with lots of easy to follow photographs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best way to learn anything is from other people. In the Links section you will find websites and organisations where you can talk to bondage/BDSM people, most of whom are very happy to answer questions from newbies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811533495437105276-1452182735049474974?l=ropetopics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/feeds/1452182735049474974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/2010/05/learn-rope.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811533495437105276/posts/default/1452182735049474974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811533495437105276/posts/default/1452182735049474974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/2010/05/learn-rope.html' title='Learn The Rope'/><author><name>RopeTop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09189062576772217706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoIj3IsmjLo/S-_8N6FyWUI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Nex2ljbSBaA/S220/ej09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811533495437105276.post-8637543511384500991</id><published>2010-05-15T13:11:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T13:19:43.935+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Introduction to BDSM</title><content type='html'>If you are new to all this, a little introduction may be useful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;BDSM&lt;/span&gt; is the term most often used nowadays to refer to sexuality that involves power, domination, pain, bondage, roleplay and fetishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It includes &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SM&lt;/span&gt; (or "S&amp;M"); &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;sadomasochism&lt;/span&gt; = sexuality involving the enjoyment of inflicting and/or receiving pain. However, there are many similar forms of sexuality that have elements in common with SM but do not necessarily involve physical pain, and so the term BDSM is a more all-encompassing term that includes Bondage / Discipline / Domination / Submission / Sadism / Masochism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This distinction is important because bondage, for example, is a fetish which with many people does not involve pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leather clothing and paraphenalia have long been associated with S&amp;M, and traditionally (circa 1960s-1980s) gay men in the US and Europe with an interest in SM were always identified with leathermen (men wearing "full leather" - usually motorcycle leathers - as immortalised in the artwork of Tom of Finland). However, a fetish for leather is a separate form of sexuality to SM. You can, and do, have one without the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are classified according to their inclination. The dominant partner is called a Dominant - &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Dom &lt;/span&gt;for short (or Domme if female) and the submissive partner is called a submissive or &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;sub&lt;/span&gt;. Traditionally the former is capitalised, the latter is not. More specifically, "Masters" and "slaves" refer to relationships in which the domination and submission extends beyond sexual roleplay and becomes the basis for a structured arrangement in which one partner consents to become the "property" of the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationships in which one partner dominates the other are therefore referred to generally as D/s (Dom/sub) or more specifically as M/s (Master or Mistress/slave).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitions and interpretations will vary from person to person. There is no central authority on BDSM, no tablets of stone. There are traditions but there are also new developments coming along all the time. What is relevant is what works for the individuals concerned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A person who enjoys dominating and submitting at different times and/or with different people is called a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;switch&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The term &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;vanilla &lt;/span&gt;is used by BDSM people to refer to non-BDSM sexuality ("normal sex").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just the tip of the iceberg! For more detailed information see the Wikipedia article: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bdsm, and the Xeromag FAQ page &lt;a href="http://www.xeromag.com/fvbdsm.html"&gt;http://www.xeromag.com/fvbdsm.html&lt;/a&gt; and glossary &lt;a href="http://www.xeromag.com/fvbdglossary.html"&gt;www.xeromag.com/fvbdglossary.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;a href="http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/2009/03/advice-for-novice-doms.html"&gt;Advice for Novice Doms&lt;/a&gt; may also be worth a read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Leathermen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leathermen are part of a long proud tradition originating in the USA in the mid-20th century. The culture is credited to have grown out of post-World War II biker culture in the 1940s, and early gay leather bars were subcultural versions of the motorcycle club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The significance of leather culture to gay men at the time was a major innovation in male homosexual identity. Prior to the advent of leather there were no masculine role models. What little gay community did exist was often centered around people associated with the theatre, in particular female impersonators (the first drag queens). This alienated the majority of gay men, who did not share these interests or feminine characteristics. To them, leather was a revelation: gay men who dressed and acted like men was a breath of fresh air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To a large extent, an interest in leather represents a fetish for masculinity, and for many men this is as far as it goes. A guy who is "into leather" may or may not be into BDSM, he may just enjoy the look and feel of the clothing and gear. The same is true in Britain for clones, bears and skinheads, who in the 1980s emerged as further masculine gay subcultures. Other "gear" fetishes include rubber, denim and uniforms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Historically, however, leathermen have been the main representatives of gay BDSM culture in the USA and Europe and they are still its most visible symbols. Today leather is often used as a signifier of an interest or involvement in BDSM, and is often used as a shorthand for gay BDSM. Most gay fetish clubs include all of the above as variations on the theme of masculine kink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leather/BDSM newbies are advised to read John Pendal's "My First Night in a Leather Bar" - &lt;a href="http://www.iml2003.com/beef1.htm"&gt;http://www.iml2003.com/beef1.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Masters and slaves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BDSM ownership is a mutually consensual arrangement between two (or more) people, in which one surrenders power to the other and becomes his "property". The slave then serves the Master, obeying his orders and carrying out duties under his Master's direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This resembles a Dominant/submissive roleplay but goes further, beyond sex and kink and into the wider lifestyle. Ownership is considered to be indefinite, depending upon the rules agreed in advance by both parties. The degree of control varies, the most extreme being the Total Power Exchange (TPE) in which the Master controls every aspect of the slave's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike real slavery, in which the victim has no choice, a BDSM slave is voluntarily surrendering power to someone that he wants to serve as completely as possible. The "ownership" is of course not legally binding, but is a mutual committment between the two partners involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The relationship ends at the Master's discretion, though the slave also has the power to end the relationship if his failure to obey commands results in the ultimate punishment: dismissal from service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today there are variations on the terminology of the roles, the Dominant partner can be called a Dom, a Master, Boss, an Owner, or a Dogtrainer, etc.; the submissive partner can be called a slave, sub, boy or "boi" (who may be older than the Dom), a dog or dogslave, puppy or pup, etc., depending on the characteristics of the individuals concerned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traditionally the Master would be a leatherman, but today the Dominant partner can be a skinhead, a daddy bear, or anything. Neither partner has to conform to any mode of dress or behaviour, they can make up their own rules and rituals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often the relationship is formalised with the signing of a contract that sets out the rules and responsibilities of the Dominant and submissive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In many cases the Master gives his slave a symbol to wear that denotes his ownership, usually a collar or a padlocked chain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationship patterns can vary. The Master and slave may be a monogamous couple or they may have an open relationship. Either one may already be in a non-BDSM open relationship, to which the BDSM relationship is an added extra. The Master may have more than one slave or sub (a stable), and his first slave (alpha slave) may have dominance over the secondary slaves. Casual encounters with other Dominants and submissives may be allowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Master may a have partner who is sexually submissive but does not want to commit to a structured M/s relationship and is therefore known simply as a sub. The Master may have a committed slave or slaves and also have subs with whom he plays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811533495437105276-8637543511384500991?l=ropetopics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/feeds/8637543511384500991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/2010/05/introduction-to-bdsm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811533495437105276/posts/default/8637543511384500991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811533495437105276/posts/default/8637543511384500991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/2010/05/introduction-to-bdsm.html' title='Introduction to BDSM'/><author><name>RopeTop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09189062576772217706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoIj3IsmjLo/S-_8N6FyWUI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Nex2ljbSBaA/S220/ej09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811533495437105276.post-2768114380444563234</id><published>2009-11-28T15:03:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-11-28T15:05:46.046Z</updated><title type='text'>Dark Interrogation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a class="TextLinkNoninterfering" href="http://ropetop.com/dark.interrogation.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ropetop.com/di-09b.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures from a photo session by d9009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a class="TextLinkNoninterfering" href="http://ropetop.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.ropetop.com/rtlogoss.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;dt&gt;RopeTop.com&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811533495437105276-2768114380444563234?l=ropetopics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/feeds/2768114380444563234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/2009/11/dark-interrogation.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811533495437105276/posts/default/2768114380444563234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811533495437105276/posts/default/2768114380444563234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/2009/11/dark-interrogation.html' title='Dark Interrogation'/><author><name>RopeTop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09189062576772217706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoIj3IsmjLo/S-_8N6FyWUI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Nex2ljbSBaA/S220/ej09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811533495437105276.post-2211906957420499578</id><published>2009-11-18T01:35:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-11-18T02:14:36.697Z</updated><title type='text'>First Aid Checklist - The QUICK Reference Guide</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://ropetop.com/pir038.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The latest addition to the Resources section of my site is the &lt;a class="TextLinkNoninterfering" href="http://ropetop.com/quick.html" target="_blank"&gt;First Aid Checklist - The QUICK Reference Guide&lt;/a&gt; ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a long time now I've been thinking about First aid, and how there are so many things that can go wrong with a person. If you don't know the individual, you may not know the cause of their illness. Making a diagnosis from observed signs and symptoms is difficult because you would have to memorise them all in relation to specific conditions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I have done is taken a list of common conditions that may not have an obvious cause - ie: diabetes, shock, stroke, etc. - and listed the signs and symptoms of all of them, cross-referencing each one back to the conditions they indicate. All you have to do is look up each sign and it will tell you which condition it is common to. By then checking the other signs of that condition, you can determine what the problem is likely to be. The document then gives you a brief on what to do in that situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The webpage is all hyperlinked, of course, and there is also a printable PDF version. I think a lot of people will find it useful, certainly in BDSM situations: for example, I didn't know cramp was a symptom of dehydration. Think of a long bondage session, both Dom and sub zoned out in their respective headspaces, losing all track of time. The sub gets cramps and the Dom assumes it is just from the ropes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think people will find it useful in a LOT of situations...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many thanks to &lt;a class="TextLinkNoninterfering" href="http://recon.com/slimlthrsub" target="_blank"&gt;slimlthrsub&lt;/a&gt; for his medical advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a class="TextLinkNoninterfering" href="http://ropetop.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.ropetop.com/rtlogoss.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;dt&gt;RopeTop.com&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811533495437105276-2211906957420499578?l=ropetopics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/feeds/2211906957420499578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/2009/11/first-aid-checklist-quick-reference.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811533495437105276/posts/default/2211906957420499578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811533495437105276/posts/default/2211906957420499578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/2009/11/first-aid-checklist-quick-reference.html' title='First Aid Checklist - The QUICK Reference Guide'/><author><name>RopeTop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09189062576772217706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoIj3IsmjLo/S-_8N6FyWUI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Nex2ljbSBaA/S220/ej09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811533495437105276.post-6479314625270839732</id><published>2009-11-16T10:05:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-11-16T11:28:54.512Z</updated><title type='text'>Protection</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://ropetop.com/yoda.hogtie.01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a thread on slaveboys recently in which a guy with the word 'master' in his profile name said he was having a visit from a slave. He said he would tie the guy to a bed and was inviting tops to come round and fuck him bareback.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a heated discussion about safety and responsibility. The slave in question was happy to be fucked with or without protection, and in the 'Master's opinion this abrogated him from all responsibility in the matter. It raises the question: Who has overall responsibility in a BDSM scene? If the sub has agreed to an activity which puts his health at risk, is it the place of the Dom to impose his own limits on the scene?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are different ways of looking at this. On the one hand, all participants in BDSM should be consenting adults of sound mind. Both Dom and sub are ultimately responsible for their own actions and choices. One could say that it is patronising to suggest that the sub is in need of coddling. However, a Master has control of the scene and if he chooses to impose health and safety limits the slave has to comply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This then raises the question – Does the Dom have a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;duty&lt;/span&gt; to impose more stringent limits than a reckless sub? Legal implications aside, if the sub is risking his health is it right for the Dom to allow that to happen? Some might say - well, the sub will just find a Dom who&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; will &lt;/span&gt;co-operate in his risky kink, the Dom cannot actually stop as free agent from having his fun one way or another. In this case the real question is one of conscience. Is the Dom willing to be a part of a scene in which the person he has bound and helpless is likely to suffer serious damage to his health? Does he consider this to be a fair trade for the good time he is going to have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, it depends on the individual. To some guys a casual encounter, kink or vanilla, is a disposable commodity, and so is the other person. They don't care about consequences, at least not for anyone but themselves. But if you are going to call yourself a Master doesn't that oblige you to take on at least a modicum of the decency and competence that the role implies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe not. Maybe it's all a bit pompous for Masters to take it all so grimly seriously. Maybe we're all just equals having fun and shouldn't get up our own arses so much. OK, but it's not just a question of personal integrity, it also has implications for your reputation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People talk. What do you want them to say about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yeah, he's a great Master. Knows his stuff! And he really made me feel safe and protected. I was so relaxed and I really let myself go. I had a great time with him. You should give him a go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… or …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yeah, he did all the stuff I asked for. I'm not so sure it was a good idea now, though. I shouldn't have taken it that far, really. He didn't say anything, though, he let it happen. Not his fault, it was all my idea. And I suppose he had a good time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was another thread in which Masters were accused of bigging themselves up just for discussing the ideal characteristics of their role. Sure, there is a line between reckless hedonism at one extreme and nerdy self-aggrandisement at the other, but that only leaves the final question – When it comes to taking on the role of the one who is in control, where do YOU draw your own personal line? And on which side of that line is the safety of the person who is putting his trust in you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a class="TextLinkNoninterfering" href="http://ropetop.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.ropetop.com/rtlogoss.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;dt&gt;RopeTop.com&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811533495437105276-6479314625270839732?l=ropetopics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/feeds/6479314625270839732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/2009/11/protection.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811533495437105276/posts/default/6479314625270839732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811533495437105276/posts/default/6479314625270839732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/2009/11/protection.html' title='Protection'/><author><name>RopeTop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09189062576772217706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoIj3IsmjLo/S-_8N6FyWUI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Nex2ljbSBaA/S220/ej09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811533495437105276.post-7481306984596696535</id><published>2009-10-28T22:07:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-10-28T22:37:46.683Z</updated><title type='text'>Authority</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://ropetop.com/authority.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Authority, community, accountability, respect, history, the past, the future... these things have been floating round in my mind recently, separate threads slowly weaving together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As 'a people' BDSMers have an identity that is too diverse and complex to be neatly described and summarised. As 'a community' we are a loose affiliation of people with at least as many differences as things in common. There is no uniformity. There is no conformity. There are principles that are widely held – establishing consent, safety, etc. - but it is always a voluntary code. Some play events have dungeon monitors, but most play takes place in private.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no BDSM 'police' patrolling our community, telling us what to do, what not to do, what to think, and most people agree that this would be undesirable even if it were possible, but sometimes I wonder – Have we gone too far in the opposite direction?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The irony is that for a people who value, on some level or other, authority, control and obedience, we do not heed any common rules or regulations. As we exercise control over each other we reject any notion of controls being placed upon us. We like Ownership of slaves but we're not so keen on ownership of our own responsibilities...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so it should be, you say. We are consenting adults, no-one has the right to tell us what to do or to tell us what we do is wrong. And yes, that is right up to a point, the point being that within our sweet hedonistic anarchy that very same &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;laissez-faire&lt;/span&gt; state of affairs enables some people to do exactly that – to dictate terms to the less experienced or less confident, to heap abuse on anyone deemed unworthy, to deceive, exploit or alienate the vulnerable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can we do? Set up a BDSM Gestapo, put CCTV in every kinkster's bedroom? As much as that might excite some people, alas no. We can't actually make anyone do anything they don't want to do, much as we feel we are in the right. The next best thing is to create some kind of community spirit that values a set of standards to which people are encouraged to ascribe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way back in Ye Olde Days there was the Old Guard. They weren't called that then, of course, and they weren't one unified group, more like a broad variety of gay men who liked leather and kink and, to whatever degree, followed a few common principles. Respect those with experience. Start at the bottom and work your way up. Look out for each other. Respect boundaries of ownership, don't hit on someone else's boy. Men with good reputations became role models, someone to look up to. There was a sense of what was the done thing and what was not. That spirit lives on to some degree, among some modern leathermen, and among many other kinksters, but the difference today is that because we have more choices, and so many new vistas, it has become diluted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There have been many well-spoken and respected figures in modern-day kink, and from them we have the newer traditions such as &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Safe, Sane, Consensual&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Risk Aware Consensual Kink&lt;/span&gt;. This fits in more comfortably with the Noughties mind-set as it puts the onus on everyone equally. It's all very cushy and PC. But is it enough? Can't we do a bit better than “Have fun, everyone, but have a bit of respect for each other and try to remember to be careful.” ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A stronger community spirit would act as a motivation for people to behave more responsibly because the rewards for that are better standing, better reputation, more opportunities to meet like-minded people. The people you meet via such a community will be of a better quality, having passed through the same filter, vetted by their peers. The community becomes something attractive, which outsiders see and want to be a part of. Those with compatible values fit in, those who don't measure up strive to adopt those values.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A kind of embryonic form of this does already exist: those who already have long standing on the BDSM or kink/leather scene are a part of networks of friends, people who vouch for each other's integrity. Newcomers have some reassurance that they are meeting more than a random collection of unpredictable strangers. Get to know one or two members and you soon have a good idea of the kind of folk you are dealing with. There are societies such as social groups, educational and events organisations, even political/pressure groups like the Spanner Trust, and these all fulfil the same functions in regards to promoting a community spirit and mutual accountability. But there is no one, big, central authority of any kind to which everyone can look and feel that: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;There is something I can trust and respect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't have a Ministry of Kink, or a Round Table of Perversion. There are no Tablets of Stone. I certainly don't believe that a dogmatic prescription of rules of conduct would work, because we are too diverse for a one-size-fits-all approach. But there are certain principles that should be universal when it comes to responsible BDSM, and I don't believe it would be asking too much to work out which ones we agree on. Something like a Charter for BDSM Integrity. Something that can give us a central focus to link us together, something bigger than the sum of its parts, something we can be proud of belonging to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm being na&amp;iuml;vely optimistic, but if enough people want the same thing, who knows what we can achieve? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a class="TextLinkNoninterfering" href="http://ropetop.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.ropetop.com/rtlogoss.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;dt&gt;RopeTop.com&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811533495437105276-7481306984596696535?l=ropetopics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/feeds/7481306984596696535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/2009/10/authority.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811533495437105276/posts/default/7481306984596696535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811533495437105276/posts/default/7481306984596696535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/2009/10/authority.html' title='Authority'/><author><name>RopeTop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09189062576772217706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoIj3IsmjLo/S-_8N6FyWUI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Nex2ljbSBaA/S220/ej09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811533495437105276.post-2680949478825794041</id><published>2009-10-19T22:42:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T22:46:51.137+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Update: yoda13 - In Black</title><content type='html'>&lt;a class="TextLinkNoninterfering" href="http://ropetop.com/yoda13-inblack.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ropetop.com/yoda13-071b.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a class="TextLinkNoninterfering" href="http://ropetop.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.ropetop.com/rtlogoss.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;dt&gt;RopeTop.com&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811533495437105276-2680949478825794041?l=ropetopics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/feeds/2680949478825794041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/2009/10/update-yoda13-in-black_19.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811533495437105276/posts/default/2680949478825794041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811533495437105276/posts/default/2680949478825794041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/2009/10/update-yoda13-in-black_19.html' title='Update: yoda13 - In Black'/><author><name>RopeTop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09189062576772217706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoIj3IsmjLo/S-_8N6FyWUI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Nex2ljbSBaA/S220/ej09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811533495437105276.post-3166966112963699680</id><published>2009-10-18T20:45:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T20:52:27.001+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Update: Trillium</title><content type='html'>&lt;a class="TextLinkNoninterfering" href="http://ropetop.com/trillium.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ropetop.com/a.trillium15b.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures from a photo session by d9009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a class="TextLinkNoninterfering" href="http://ropetop.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.ropetop.com/rtlogoss.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;dt&gt;RopeTop.com&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811533495437105276-3166966112963699680?l=ropetopics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/feeds/3166966112963699680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/2009/10/update-trillium.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811533495437105276/posts/default/3166966112963699680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811533495437105276/posts/default/3166966112963699680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/2009/10/update-trillium.html' title='Update: Trillium'/><author><name>RopeTop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09189062576772217706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoIj3IsmjLo/S-_8N6FyWUI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Nex2ljbSBaA/S220/ej09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811533495437105276.post-6202834206884137104</id><published>2009-10-13T00:17:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T00:29:23.538+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Real</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://ropetop.com/tsa22.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; What exactly is a lifestyle? Some of us talk about “lifestyle D/s” as in a “serious” approach to Domination/submission, but are we all talking about the same thing? No, of course not. That would be far too easy! Although it is a term that gets bandied about a lot by kinkfolk, the actual meaning is arbitrary, as difficult to define as trying to catch a slippery eel, liberally coated with Liquid Silk lubricant, sliding across a silicone-sprayed rubber sheet. With sweaty hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what does a lifestyle Master/slave relationship look like?  When people say they are “24/7 M/s”  do they wear leather and rubber all the time, at home, at work, while popping down to Waitrose to buy a pound of carrots?  Probably not. I don’t ever recall seeing any full-on leathermen estate agents, bank managers or psychotherapists. Nor any rubber one-piece clad male secretaries. Of course, if you’re a motorcycle courier or a diving instructor you can probably get away with it. And if you work in a pervy shop like Expectations then your life is inescapably full-time kink whether you like it or not. Your bedroom slippers are probably made of PVC with an embossed Tom of Finland motif…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course it’s not really about what you wear, though some slaves do wear padlocked neck chains or discreet collars in their daily lives. D/s is an attitude or approach rather than a fashion statement. And most slaves do not live with their Masters. The question is to what degree does the individual compromise this in response to the necessities of life in the real world?  Once the scene has ended and the toys are put away mundane life must be faced once more. It is possible to keep the spirit going, though. A sub or slave who maintains an attitude or respect and demonstrates this in subtle ways, or a Top who remains mindful of his responsibilities towards his sub outside of the BDSM arena are both holding onto their roles and their commitment to each other as a general rule in their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people, of course, are happy to compartmentalise their kink. For them BDSM is just for fun – the roles and the play are roleplay, mutually inclusive. When the play is over, so are the roles, and they go back to being equals. I upset some of the good people on informedconsent.co.uk by referring to such folk as “casual roleplayers” to distinguish them from the more dedicated D/s types, and this is where the eel gets slippery…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem is that there are those who like to use the terms “Master” and “slave” in their roleplay even though these roles are only temporary ones for them. This gets confusing for those who distinguish between ‘subs’ as being those who enjoy play as just play, and ‘slaves’ as those who like to give service that goes beyond fantasy. The problem with making this distinction is the fact that anything which typifies a serious, committed D/s relationship can be fetishised by more casual players as part of their fantasy, so ‘Master’ and ‘slave’ become just another set of archetypes to step into, on a par with strict headmaster and unruly student, Kommandant and POW, etc.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shlip!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Equally, referring to the non-committed as roleplayers can also be misleading, as roleplay can also be enjoyed by ‘REAL’ Masters and slaves. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shlop!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then to muddy the waters even more there are folk like me who use the word ‘sub’ to describe someone who, under another, more ‘Old Guard’ Dom, would be called a slave…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It shouldn’t matter, should it?  No one flavour of BDSM is superior to any other, just different. This is true but we are only human and humans do like labels. The problem isn’t other people &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;being &lt;/span&gt;different, but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;knowing &lt;/span&gt;when they are different. Or not. An ownership-type Master seeking human property to have and to hold is mightily miffed when his boy-to-be’s obedience dries up quicker than the spent seed on his abdominals. Likewise, a Saturday-afternoon slave doesn’t want to find himself still languishing in some bloke’s cage come Monday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But these examples only compare the two extremes. To call BDSM a spectrum doesn’t do justice to its complexity. A spectrum, no matter how many colours it contains, is only two dimensional. Kink’s many contradictions make it impossible to fit into a simple, convenient framework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of this helps when it comes to establishing an identity for yourself, or communicating to potential partners what type of lifestyle you are interested in following. I could come up with a convenient standard of pigeon-holing, like asking someone “Are you just interested in play for a bit of sexy fun, or are you looking for someone to serve on a more committed basis?” but that would still not be foolproof. You could be inexperienced and not yet know what you want. You could be one or the other but subject to change, depending on the other person, the way your life is currently going, any number of variables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems there are no shortcuts. You do have to talk, in sufficient depth, to your prospective playmate, get to know him and what he wants, find out how your fantasies and desires fit in with his, and how they can fit into your lives. Then you can build your lifestyle around what works. Keep communicating to keep it fresh and the path to perfect kinkdom should be relatively smooth, though it will always be a little slippery …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a class="TextLinkNoninterfering" href="http://ropetop.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.ropetop.com/rtlogoss.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;dt&gt;RopeTop.com&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811533495437105276-6202834206884137104?l=ropetopics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/feeds/6202834206884137104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/2009/10/get-real.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811533495437105276/posts/default/6202834206884137104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811533495437105276/posts/default/6202834206884137104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/2009/10/get-real.html' title='Get Real'/><author><name>RopeTop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09189062576772217706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoIj3IsmjLo/S-_8N6FyWUI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Nex2ljbSBaA/S220/ej09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811533495437105276.post-5009345847691183378</id><published>2009-09-21T20:17:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T20:21:20.857+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Update: Rope Bondage Health &amp; Safety</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a class="TextLinkNoninterfering" href="http://ropetop.com/rope.health.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ropetop.com/bodychart3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've put together information from a variety of sources, including my own observations, on everything you need to know to make your rigging safe and fun. Click the diagram above to see more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a class="TextLinkNoninterfering" href="http://ropetop.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.ropetop.com/rtlogoss.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;dt&gt;RopeTop.com&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811533495437105276-5009345847691183378?l=ropetopics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/feeds/5009345847691183378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/2009/09/update-rope-bondage-health-safety.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811533495437105276/posts/default/5009345847691183378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811533495437105276/posts/default/5009345847691183378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/2009/09/update-rope-bondage-health-safety.html' title='Update: Rope Bondage Health &amp; Safety'/><author><name>RopeTop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09189062576772217706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoIj3IsmjLo/S-_8N6FyWUI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Nex2ljbSBaA/S220/ej09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811533495437105276.post-1627650548208081914</id><published>2009-09-20T22:31:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T23:28:51.997+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Contract of Dominance</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://ropetop.com/rope6272a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;dt&gt; Photo by &lt;a class="TextLinkNoninterfering" href="http://recon.com/d9009" target="_blank"&gt;d9009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Following on from 'My Way' on the 3rd, this is the latest incarnation of my version of the classic slave contract. It outlines the general features of the Top/subordinate relationship, covering the basics without going into specific details. The Top will decide upon any additional rules/commands, so long as they do not breach any of the Ten Articles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't personally intend it to be printed out, signed, witnessed, etc. None of that is necessary. It is just a statement of principles to which both parties agree.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Contract of Dominance&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Contract sets out the responsibilities and duties of the Top and the subordinate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Contract is binding for an initial probationary period of three months, at which time it will be reviewed by both parties. Reviews will then take place annually from the date of the initial agreement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Contract may be terminated at the discretion of the Top at any time on the grounds of serious disobedience by the subordinate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Article One:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The First Duty of the Top is to safeguard the wellbeing of his subordinate. He must protect his subordinate from unwarranted harm. This is defined as any harm that has a lasting detrimental effect on the subordinate's physical health, psychological wellbeing, home, work, education, finances or family relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Article Two:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Second Duty of the Top is to develop the submissive nature of his subordinate through guidance, training and discipline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Article Three:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The First Duty of the subordinate is to respect, obey and serve his Top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Article Four:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Second Duty of the subordinate is to nurture and maintain his own physical and mental wellbeing so that he can serve his Top more effectively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Article Five:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The subordinate demonstrates his respect for his Top in all of his dealings, through his speech, attitude and actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Article Six:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The subordinate demonstrates his obedience to his Top by obeying all commands given to him by his Top. Every instruction given to him by his Top, whether verbal or non-verbal, is a command.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Article Seven:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The subordinate will inform the Top if he believes that obeying an order will, due to circumstances unknown to his Top, result in unwarranted harm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Article Eight:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Failure to obey a command, without reasonable mitigation, constitutes an incidence of disobedience and will warrant punishment. The form of punishment may be physical or non-physical, and will be decided by the Top. Reasonable mitigation is defined as circumstances beyond the subordinate's control or circumstances which would lead to unwarranted harm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Article Nine:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Top may instruct the subordinate to obey and serve other tops. However, borrowing tops may not exceed limits laid down by the subordinate's own Top, and any orders given by a borrowing top which contravene commands given by the subordinate's own Top, or the Articles of this Contract, will not be obeyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Article Ten:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The subordinate will present himself as a good example of his Top's authority and will behave in a respectful manner towards other Dominants. He will always remember that his behaviour reflects upon his Top and he will strive to make his Top proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a class="TextLinkNoninterfering" href="http://ropetop.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.ropetop.com/rtlogoss.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;dt&gt;RopeTop.com&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811533495437105276-1627650548208081914?l=ropetopics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/feeds/1627650548208081914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/2009/09/contract-of-dominance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811533495437105276/posts/default/1627650548208081914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811533495437105276/posts/default/1627650548208081914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/2009/09/contract-of-dominance.html' title='Contract of Dominance'/><author><name>RopeTop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09189062576772217706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoIj3IsmjLo/S-_8N6FyWUI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Nex2ljbSBaA/S220/ej09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811533495437105276.post-1087798296918308623</id><published>2009-09-10T22:32:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T06:26:55.705+01:00</updated><title type='text'>yoda13 at Peer Rope</title><content type='html'>&lt;a class="TextLinkNoninterfering" href="http://ropetop.com/yoda13-prl0909.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ropetop.com/yoda13pr3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More pictures of yoda13, as taken by an excellent photographer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a class="TextLinkNoninterfering" href="http://ropetop.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.ropetop.com/rtlogoss.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;dt&gt;RopeTop.com&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811533495437105276-1087798296918308623?l=ropetopics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/feeds/1087798296918308623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/2009/09/more-pictures-of-yoda13-as-taken-by.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811533495437105276/posts/default/1087798296918308623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811533495437105276/posts/default/1087798296918308623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/2009/09/more-pictures-of-yoda13-as-taken-by.html' title='yoda13 at Peer Rope'/><author><name>RopeTop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09189062576772217706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoIj3IsmjLo/S-_8N6FyWUI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Nex2ljbSBaA/S220/ej09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811533495437105276.post-6764782015755584364</id><published>2009-09-09T12:39:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T22:39:41.740+01:00</updated><title type='text'>yoda13 Suspended</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://ropetop.com/yoda13-005a.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday I suspended yoda13 at Peer Rope London. More pics to follow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a class="TextLinkNoninterfering" href="http://ropetop.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.ropetop.com/rtlogoss.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;dt&gt;RopeTop.com&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811533495437105276-6764782015755584364?l=ropetopics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/feeds/6764782015755584364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/2009/09/on-sunday-i-suspended-yoda13-at-peer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811533495437105276/posts/default/6764782015755584364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811533495437105276/posts/default/6764782015755584364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/2009/09/on-sunday-i-suspended-yoda13-at-peer.html' title='yoda13 Suspended'/><author><name>RopeTop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09189062576772217706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoIj3IsmjLo/S-_8N6FyWUI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Nex2ljbSBaA/S220/ej09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811533495437105276.post-3837460863195179416</id><published>2009-09-03T01:17:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T02:24:22.206+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My Way</title><content type='html'>I've hesitated for a long time to write the following entry. The main reason for this is a peculiar type of cowardice: I don't want to offend people that I know, like, respect and care about. And I shouldn't have to fear that, but I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's this: I'm very much a BDSM Top. I love the scene and find it endlessly fascinating. I love to dominate guys who are deeply submissive, and I value the power of Dominant/submissive relationships that go beyond kinky play and into committed power exchange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT... I'm not a Master and I don't want to own slaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have friends who are Masters and they are great guys. I am happy to be pigeon-holed with such people, to be a part of their subculture, to have relationships of my own that are essentially the exact same thing that they have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't like the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't bother me in the slightest what words they use to describe themselves and their relationships. I don't hesitate to use those words/titles to describe them. But I don't want to use the same terminology to describe what I am, what I have and what I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do my personal choices constitute an implicit criticism of someone else's choices? Intellectually, no, of course not. But on a personal level, I feel, it can't help but rub someone up the wrong way. If I was a vegetarian would I feel afraid of telling my carnivore mates in case they were offended? In case they thought – Oh, he thinks he's better than us. His moral choice must make us look morally inferior in his eyes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, no I wouldn't. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;was &lt;/span&gt;a vegetarian once, for most of my twenties. I never felt worried about my personal choices being offensive to people who had made different choices. So why is this so different?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe because there is more to this issue. The emotional charge is much stronger when we are talking about human rights and wrongs, as compared to the way we treat animals. And that is why I have a problem with the word 'Master' and the word 'slave', because there are TWO concepts of slavery and they are so very different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read in the paper today about police rescuing five children who were being kept as sex slaves by paedophiles. We all know that there are massage parlours everywhere – including our home towns and cities - that are really prisons for women forced into prostitution against their will. It wasn't all that long ago in historical terms when Western nations – congratulating themselves for being technologically and morally superior to the 'primitive' societies they trampled on – bought and sold human beings as property, as if they were livestock. A practice fully endorsed by the Good Book (Leviticus 25:44, Gentle Jesus Be Praised!)... Slavery is very real and it is still with us. And it is a horrible, terrible, atrocious, disgusting crime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BDSM &lt;/span&gt;slavery, is, of course, something totally different. Based on mutual consent, it values some of the best instincts of human nature: respect, care, service, nurturing, protection, devotion, exploration, courage, sacrifice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The irony is that, on the surface, they look so very similar to the outsider, but dig a little deeper and you find that they are like chalk and cheese. And yet the similarity is deliberate; we are using the language of something shameful to describe something of which we should be proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, this is a subject that has been debated to death on the internet - and, doubtless, long before there was an internet. Words mean what we want them to mean. Context is everything. Reclaiming negative terminology is empowering. Et cetera, et cetera... But that doesn't quite work for me. It feels wrong, if only semantically. It feels like I'm not saying what I mean, not meaning what I say, and I don't like that. There should be a better way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For many, there is. Master/slave is not the be-all and end-all of Dominance/submission. Some Dominant folk just call themselves Doms/Dommes; some submissives - even when they want more than casual play - are just subs. Then there are puppies, whose partners are called Owners, Handlers, Trainers, Bosses, etc. But for very many the Master/slave model is the standard they aspire to, if only because they feel that they should. And who can blame then when there appears to be no alternative? When our community of kinksters cannot come up with anything better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what some will say - But I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do &lt;/span&gt;want to be a slave. I do want to be the property of someone else, who will make all my choices and control me, etc. etc. Well, I've got a newsflash for you, sunshine: That ain't slavery. That's you consenting to an alternative lifestyle which, thanks to living in a society that is enlightened enough to give you such freedoms, you do, ironically, have the right to indulge in. It's a million miles from the living death of the teenage Albanian girl who is raped on a daily basis in an English brothel just down the road from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not telling anyone that they do not have the right to use the words they want to use in order to describe the things they want to describe. I don't own the English language. I'm not its policeman. I'm just very aware of how glaringly different the two different meanings are. And so, being a creative type, I've come up with my own system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't do Ownership, I do Dominance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't call myself a Master, I am a Top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want a slave, I want a committed subordinate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see the rolled eyes and hear the snorts of derision. Mealy mouthed, you say. Wishy-washy, PC, pinko-Commie, tree-hugging hippy crap. Well, yeah, maybe, but there is a bit more to this than just an attempt at softening down the associations with something nasty. This isn't slavery-lite. I'm approaching the whole thing from a different angle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you study martial arts you begin to learn something about hierarchies. As a novice you put yourself into the capable hands of an experienced teacher. In order to learn from your sensei you have to respect and obey him, and there is a very good reason for that. It's more than just an affectation for exotic traditions. It's not like an evening pottery class. Learning to fight is dangerous, so it is essential that instructions are followed precisely and without question. Awareness of physical safety is paramount. Respect for your instructor and for your fellow students is essential and - if you have the right attitude/spirit - it comes naturally to you. You look up to your instructor and you look after your juniors. It's not a framework that was created for a modern aikido class, of course. Its roots are much older: the training schools of the samurai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At work, I am also in a hierarchy. I follow the instructions of those above me and I have authority over those below me. A lot of jobs are like this, with varying degrees of pseudo-military overtones. And as many a veteran of National Service will tell you, the ethos of the military is great for building character. The qualities that are optional in common life - discipline, self-improvement, responsibility, courage, protecting the vulnerable - are essential when you become a warrior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slavery is not the only type of power exchange relationship upon which we can model ourselves and draw inspiration. There are indeed alternatives, and they are much more noble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I say all of the above without offending all the good BDSM Masters and slaves out there? I hope so. We're not that different really, apart from the words and the fact that I never make my boys wear collars. I know that there are a great many of them who exemplify those very qualities I have listed, and, I am sure, do it much better than I do. And goodness knows I would value their friendship very greatly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm like that. I have a fascination for languages and I love the many different ways you can describe the same thing in different ways. This isn't me saying I'm better, or cleverer, or trying to carve out some kinky moral high ground. This is just me doing it my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a class="TextLinkNoninterfering" href="http://ropetop.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.ropetop.com/rtlogoss.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;dt&gt;RopeTop.com&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811533495437105276-3837460863195179416?l=ropetopics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/feeds/3837460863195179416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-way.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811533495437105276/posts/default/3837460863195179416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811533495437105276/posts/default/3837460863195179416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-way.html' title='My Way'/><author><name>RopeTop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09189062576772217706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoIj3IsmjLo/S-_8N6FyWUI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Nex2ljbSBaA/S220/ej09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811533495437105276.post-4492571175790848714</id><published>2009-09-01T22:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T22:07:10.582+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Update: Trillium</title><content type='html'>&lt;a class="TextLinkNoninterfering" href="http://ropetop.com/trillium.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ropetop.com/trillium10.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trillium flower is the symbol for modest beauty... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a class="TextLinkNoninterfering" href="http://ropetop.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.ropetop.com/rtlogoss.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;dt&gt;RopeTop.com&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811533495437105276-4492571175790848714?l=ropetopics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/feeds/4492571175790848714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/2009/09/update-trillium.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811533495437105276/posts/default/4492571175790848714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811533495437105276/posts/default/4492571175790848714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/2009/09/update-trillium.html' title='Update: Trillium'/><author><name>RopeTop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09189062576772217706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoIj3IsmjLo/S-_8N6FyWUI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Nex2ljbSBaA/S220/ej09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811533495437105276.post-7145320217113666484</id><published>2009-08-24T18:17:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T20:53:46.010+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Update: Resources Page</title><content type='html'>&lt;a class="TextLinkNoninterfering" href="http://ropetop.com/resources.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ropetop.com/bondage17.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No original content today. I have instead added a couple of new pages to my site, links to useful in-depth resources written by other people such as Aftercare, Nerve Damage, The Bottom Line and the invaluable &lt;i&gt;How To Suck Cock - A Fourteen Lesson Tutorial With Techniques From Some of The Experts&lt;/i&gt; - A must read for all subs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm keen to make my site a gold mine of resources that kinkfolk will find helpful and fun. Click on the boy's lips above to go to the new Resoures page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any suggestions for additions are very welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a class="TextLinkNoninterfering" href="http://ropetop.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.ropetop.com/rtlogoss.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;dt&gt;RopeTop.com&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811533495437105276-7145320217113666484?l=ropetopics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/feeds/7145320217113666484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/2009/08/update-resources-page.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811533495437105276/posts/default/7145320217113666484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811533495437105276/posts/default/7145320217113666484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/2009/08/update-resources-page.html' title='Update: Resources Page'/><author><name>RopeTop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09189062576772217706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoIj3IsmjLo/S-_8N6FyWUI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Nex2ljbSBaA/S220/ej09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811533495437105276.post-6180264042666525098</id><published>2009-08-18T22:05:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T20:30:26.984+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Update: Mature Muscle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a class="TextLinkNoninterfering" href="http://ropetop.com/cbtt.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ropetop.com/cbtt09.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This chap is in pretty good nick for his age. Or any age for that matter!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Latest gallery now uploaded: &lt;a class="TextLinkNoninterfering" href="http://ropetop.com/kjalondon.html" target="_blank"&gt;RopeTop.com/kjalondon.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811533495437105276-6180264042666525098?l=ropetopics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/feeds/6180264042666525098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/2009/08/mature-muscle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811533495437105276/posts/default/6180264042666525098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811533495437105276/posts/default/6180264042666525098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/2009/08/mature-muscle.html' title='Update: Mature Muscle'/><author><name>RopeTop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09189062576772217706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoIj3IsmjLo/S-_8N6FyWUI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Nex2ljbSBaA/S220/ej09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811533495437105276.post-6581641781186063531</id><published>2009-08-04T15:42:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T16:32:11.315+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Update: Army Green</title><content type='html'>&lt;a class="TextLinkNoninterfering" href="http://ropetop.com/kjalondon.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ropetop.com/kja06b.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year I was in an army surplus store when I spotted some "utility rope" - 12.5m of polyester rope dyed my favourite shade of green: army green. Then I met this guy who has a very sexy lace-up jock the same colour. It was a match made in heaven! Put them together with his lean, fit, hairy body and the effect is extremely horny... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Latest gallery now uploaded: &lt;a class="TextLinkNoninterfering" href="http://ropetop.com/kjalondon.html" target="_blank"&gt;RopeTop.com/kjalondon.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811533495437105276-6581641781186063531?l=ropetopics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/feeds/6581641781186063531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/2009/08/update-army-green_04.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811533495437105276/posts/default/6581641781186063531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811533495437105276/posts/default/6581641781186063531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/2009/08/update-army-green_04.html' title='Update: Army Green'/><author><name>RopeTop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09189062576772217706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoIj3IsmjLo/S-_8N6FyWUI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Nex2ljbSBaA/S220/ej09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811533495437105276.post-568195043384934784</id><published>2009-07-28T07:03:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T07:14:19.528+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Update: Short Encounter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a class="TextLinkNoninterfering" href="http://ropetop.com/scout2000.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ropetop.com/scout14a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Latest gallery now uploaded: &lt;a class="TextLinkNoninterfering" href="http://ropetop.com/scout2000.html" target="_blank"&gt;RopeTop.com/scout2000.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811533495437105276-568195043384934784?l=ropetopics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/feeds/568195043384934784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/2009/07/update-short-encounter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811533495437105276/posts/default/568195043384934784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811533495437105276/posts/default/568195043384934784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/2009/07/update-short-encounter.html' title='Update: Short Encounter'/><author><name>RopeTop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09189062576772217706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoIj3IsmjLo/S-_8N6FyWUI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Nex2ljbSBaA/S220/ej09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811533495437105276.post-6687329547878879367</id><published>2009-07-26T23:01:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T02:03:15.453+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Surrender</title><content type='html'>Something wonderful happened on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But let me backtrack a bit. This has made me think about a lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in March I went to JustRope. For those of you unfamiliar with JR, it is a rope bondage event held in a great private club with excellent facilities. It's very popular and well attended by riggers and bunnies, beginners right through to advanced, and is not just a great play event but also a great social.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's not a gay thing. It's organised by, and mainly attended by the 'mainstream' BDSM community, whom I hesitate to refer to as 'straight kinksters' as that would be an inaccurate description (and anyway “straight &amp;amp; kinky” sounds like an oxymoron). Nevertheless, there is a difference – and a bit of a gulf - between 'them' and 'us'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one end of the spectrum you have hetero BDSM folk and at the other end BDSM gay men. Inbetween, of course, there are bisexuals/bi-curious/'heteroflexible' people, mostly women, and they – not surprisingly! – fit in just fine among the kinky straight guys. Some full-on lesbians also mingle in these circles, though not so many. Full-on gay men are even more rare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is a shame, if for no other reason than the fact that us gay guys don't really have our version of the larger BDSM community, not to the same extent. One straight kinky guy asked me recently about “the gay SM scene” and I had to say – Well, we don't really have one. What we have is the leather scene, which isn't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;quite&lt;/span&gt; the same thing. The leather scene, at its heart, is kinky as feck, but in practice it is so widely-encompassing of gay male sexuality as to be dilute, attracting legions of vanilla guys who think leather looks horny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leathermen have always been the traditional gatekeepers of gay male SM and we owe them a lot for establishing the foundations. Unfortunately, however, a gay man in full leather is not always what you might hope him to be. The leather scene is, to some extent, a victim of its own popularity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The spirit of the Old Guard does live on, though, and always will, even though leathermen have evolved somewhat, being less rigidly stereotypical than in the Good Old Days. And of course there are many BDSM gay men who are not leather. I'm not, not really. I like to wear a bit when I feel a sense of occasion, but I'm really just dipping my toe in the water. And I doubt I'll ever own a motorbike!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have gay BDSM organisations and institutions that are very well-established and popular, which overlap nicely with kinky leather guys, but they are few and far between, particularly in the UK. We don't have the massive community involvement that exists on the mainstream BDSM scene with all its club nights, workshops, munches...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously a big reason for this is that – hello! - we are a minority. There are a lot fewer of US than there are of THEM. It may not seem that way if you live in a big city with tons of gay men crawling out of the woodwork as soon as the sun goes down, but it's true. And kink is another minority, so kinky gay men are a tiny fraction of humanity. Which sounds a bit depressing but don't worry, there are still millions of us! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Phew!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But why the big gulf between gay men and everyone else when it comes to kink? We can't blame it all on homophobia/heterosexism (now there's a word I haven't used for about a decade!)... your average kinky heterosexual is, hardly surprisingly, more open-minded regarding sexuality than Mr &amp;amp; Mrs Cosy Vanilla Respectability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is also the factor of traditional gay male reticence around straight men. Yes, I'm generalising, but it's there. Out and proud as many of us are, most of us remember what it was like growing up scared, and if there was queer bashing to be done it would usually be the straight boys who were up for it... But before I burst into a rendition of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Small Town Boy&lt;/span&gt; I must say that the world does feel a lot different today than it did in 1984! Nevertheless, some things linger, and at the back of my mind there's always the notion that hetties don't want to hear the nitty gritty of my private life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After coming out at the tender age of seventeen I made lots of new gay friends and over the years they became practically my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;only&lt;/span&gt; friends. Obviously I was meeting hetties at work and got on fine with most of them without having to hide my sexuality, but I never had a close friendship with a straight guy. These barriers are all in our heads but that doesn't make them any less real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;did &lt;/span&gt;have during my late teens/early twenties was lots of lesbian friends. This was due to my community work and the fact that, of the two gay clubs in Birmingham at the time, one had a misogynist door policy so I boycotted the place. And I certainly felt more comfortable with dykes than I did with the straight boys. I felt I had more in common with them. Also, I had been to a few gay pubs where there were no women at all, and it felt weird. I didn't want to be part of an all-male space, it felt elitist and insecure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By my thirties, though, I was leaving the lesbians behind too. I had less time for the lesbian and gay community and focussed more on my bondage interests, which inevitably meant meeting more and more gay men. Diversity was the first victim of my kinky nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes opening one door will close others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was also getting more involved in martial arts, and discovering, albeit late, that male bonding (of the totally non-euphemistic kind!) was something I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;could &lt;/span&gt;do and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;did &lt;/span&gt;enjoy. Also, I started working in security and spending long hours with straight, mostly male, colleagues. If you've ever worked in security you'll know it consists of huge chunks of time sitting on your arse talking bollocks to the bloke you're working with. I felt myself drifting a little, less interested in the mainstream/vanilla gay community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early last year one of my funbuddies/play subs invited me to go to Hard On with him. I went along, having read the publicity about it being a mixed BDSM club and curious to see the kinky lesbians, straights and whatever else. I thought – Wow, this is me checking out the REAL kink scene, moving out of my comfort zone, touching base, keeping it real, getting radical and adventurous...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it was nice but it wasn't what I was expecting. 99% gay men, all in fetish gear but only interested in one thing: vanilla sex (unless you include fisting as a kink). It was great fun, but not what I was hoping it would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little later I was contacted on Recon by DogTrainer1974 who was organising his Men Only Rope Event (MORE). It was a very successful day, held in a great venue... a venue I was later to discover was also used for JustRope, Peer Rope and a very popular 'straight' kinky club night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me back, eventually, to March's JustRope. I went along with my trusty bunny expecting to meet DT and some other gay mates there but they all had to cancel. We faced the rather nerve-wracking prospect of being the only gay men at the event, surrounded by people who were nice enough, but mostly strangers. No great disaster, but it made me feel a bit awkward. I need not have worried, though, because a very extrovert guy going by the name of Michael Cane took it upon himself to introduce himself to everyone and make us all feel more relaxed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surrender was Michael's idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is Surrender?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“Surrender is a members club and runs the club night specifically for BDSM for gay men, lesbians, bisexuals, transsexuals, transvestites and any other variations on these themes. All are welcome. There is a lack of proper BDSM playing facilities and events specifically for those who don't want to feel judged or out of place in your typical BDSM club.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This from a straight guy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked the idea and got involved, not exactly sure how it would work having all those different types of people together, but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wanting &lt;/span&gt;it to work nevertheless. Other people shared my concerns, many doubting that it would be a viable mix. But I thought - If it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;did &lt;/span&gt;succeed... wouldn't that be great?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the help of a feisty young dyke we started putting the word out. I organised a bit of advertising. My concerns lingered until the last few days leading up to the launch, when indications start to come in that, actually, this might turn out to be more successful than we had been hoping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then last Friday the night finally arrived … and so did a steady trickle of revellers. We went from apprehension to contentment once a comfortable number had gathered and started mingling and buzzing. Contentment soon became joy when people just kept on arriving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In no time the night was in full swing and we had a huge varied mix of people. It was just what we had wanted: gay men, lesbians, bisexuals, transfolk and straights all having fun together. With so many colourful characters and so many different activities going on it was a spectacular evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our baby had been born and it came out kicking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surrender is now a monthly event, the penultimate Friday of every month. Kinksters of all sexualities are welcome. I really don't think there is anything quite like it going on at the moment, certainly not in the UK. It feels so good to be with a diverse mix of people who all have an interest in BDSM in common. I feel that lots of barriers were broken down that night, and new friendships made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has also given me a renewed enthusiasm for my own BDSM identity. Being kinky isn't always easy and sometimes you have doubts, but I can see a whole lot of possibilities now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch this space, folks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="TextLinkNoninterfering" href="http://surrenderclub.co.uk/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://ropetop.com/surrenderbanner.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811533495437105276-6687329547878879367?l=ropetopics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/feeds/6687329547878879367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/2009/07/surrender.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811533495437105276/posts/default/6687329547878879367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811533495437105276/posts/default/6687329547878879367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/2009/07/surrender.html' title='Surrender'/><author><name>RopeTop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09189062576772217706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoIj3IsmjLo/S-_8N6FyWUI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Nex2ljbSBaA/S220/ej09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811533495437105276.post-8693979039499690414</id><published>2009-07-22T07:05:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T07:09:39.314+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Baron's Stable - Part 12</title><content type='html'>Time dragged.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal;"&gt;The anticipation in the air was like electricity. Baron Michael and Lady Alicia ate their meal leisurely, followed by dessert and more wine, all the while enjoying the mixture of terror and excitement that was obviously tormenting poor Steve.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal;"&gt;The Lady shared a joke with the Baron and sipped her wine. Then she turned to Steve, fixing him with her steely gaze. “Would you like some wine, Steve?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal;"&gt;“Not while I am on duty, Ma'am.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal;"&gt;“Your employer has loaned you to me for the present time, young man. I make the rules now.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal;"&gt;Steve frowned and looked to the Baron, who smiled and shrugged.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal;"&gt;“Just a little tipple, I don't want you getting drowsy on me.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal;"&gt;“Yes, Ma'am. Thank you.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal;"&gt;She extended one thigh-length red leather boot towards him and pointed her toe in his direction. She then extended the arm holding the wine glass and slowly poured the wine onto the toe of her boot and up towards her thigh.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal;"&gt;“There you go, boy.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal;"&gt;“Yes, Ma'am.”  Steve got down onto his hands and knees and crawled over towards her. Sticking out his tongue, he began to lick the wine from her boot, following every dribble and drip, his mouth slowly travelling higher until his head was almost in the Lady's crotch.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal;"&gt;She stroked and patted his head, stroking his handsome face. “Good boy. Now stand up and follow Jerome.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal;"&gt;Her white rubber-clad servant appeared and led Steve away from the table towards a large open cage a few feet away. Leather cuffs were already in place there. Jerome positioned Steve against the bars, spread eagling him and fixing his wrists in place. Mick could not see Steve's face, only his broad, smooth, muscular back, but he could see the tension in the young man's body.  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal;"&gt;Lady Alicia stood and slowly walked over. Her high-heel boots made a loud CLOP-CLOP sound as she covered the short distance. She reached up and ran her fingernails down Steve's back, making him jump, then shudder. “Beautiful skin. Truly, Michael, you have impeccable taste, even when it comes to your bodyguards.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal;"&gt;“If you say so, my dear!”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal;"&gt;She leaned forward and spoke softly into Steve's ear. “Be brave for me. Your reward will be sweet.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal;"&gt;Steve swallowed and said “Yes, Ma'am.”  His voice was hoarse with fear. Just visibly, he was trembling. She kissed his ear, then bit it, gently at first. After a few seconds Steve's eyes closed and he grunted in pain.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal;"&gt;Laughing, she walked away from him and took the bull whip from her belt. It was made entirely of wound leather, red and black, and the coils fell to the floor at her side. She extended her arm to her side and took another step back.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal;"&gt;Her arm moved like lightning. Mick barely registered the movement before he heard the CRACK as it connected with its target. Steve cried out, jerking against his restraints. His body had gone rigid, shaking with the aftershock. A thin red line lay diagonally across his back, the muscles all standing out starkly.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal;"&gt;CRACK!  The second strike landed, and once again Steve jumped, all his muscles tensing, but this time he managed to hold in his cry and only a muffled groan escaped him.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal;"&gt;CRACK!  Again she struck, the thin leather uncoiling and hitting the exposed skin like the tongue of some demonic beast, drawing another strangled sound from behind the victim's gritted teeth.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal;"&gt;The fourth blow drew a choking gasp, Steve's body convulsing involuntarily. The fifth made him go rigid as a statue, trembling almost imperceptibly. He started gasping rapidly, fighting for breath before the sixth blow landed, wringing a strangled moan from him.  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal;"&gt;She struck a seventh time and he arched his back as if welcoming the sting, his arms spread as wide as the shackles would allow, his fingers splayed. His grunt of pain was low and loud.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal;"&gt;Alicia stood still, the coil of leather lying on the floor in a twisting curl. Steve sagged against the bars of the cage, breathing heavily. Seven red lines marked his back, angry welts that were starting to glow against his skin. Mick saw a few tiny beads of blood dotting some of the lines.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal;"&gt;The Lady wound up her whip and reattached it to her belt. She held out her hand and Jerome brought her a glass of wine. She sipped it as she approached the shaking man tied to the cage. “Well done, my brave young hero.”  she said, stroking his arm and side. Holding the wine glass high, she tipped it so that the ice-cold wine fell between Steve's shoulder blades, running down the furrow of his back, across the welts. He shuddered, shaking hard as if going into a seizure.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal;"&gt;Alicia handed the wine glass back to Jerome. He replaced it on the table and took the candlestick from the centre of the table, passing it to his Lady carefully so as not to extinguish the flame.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal;"&gt;Mick glanced at the Baron. He was watching everything with a calm, relaxed smile. The boys at his feet were mesmerised. Young Jamie's eyes were glowing, his mouth slack, his cock hard against his stomach. Mick wondered if he had noticed, and then realised that he also had an erection himself. It strained against the leather trousers.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal;"&gt;The Lady took Steve's chin with her other hand and turned his head towards her, kissing him passionately. She then raised the candlestick and slowly tipped it so that the hot wax fell onto his tortured flesh.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal;"&gt;Steve shuddered again, his grunts of pain muffled by the Lady's kiss. His body spasmed as the burning drops rained down upon him, jerking like puppet. His hands gripped the bars for stability as his legs trembled.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal;"&gt;Finishing, the Lady handed the candlestick back to Jerome, who returned it to the table. He poured her another glass of wine and she sipped it as she watched her victim grip the cage and shake.  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal;"&gt;Baron Michael clapped. “Bravo, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ma cherie.&lt;/span&gt; Satisfied now?  Or do you need to totally incapacitate the poor young man to the point where he is not fit for duty?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal;"&gt;Alicia laughed.  “I am satisfied, Michael. I don't want to leave you a man short. Though I'm sure this one could easily carry him home for you.”  She nodded towards Mick.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal;"&gt;Mick smiled proudly.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal;"&gt;“Oh, I've no doubt he could. Mick is strong as an ox. I would like Steve to leave here on his feet, though, as he came in. Appearances, you know?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal;"&gt;She curtsied gracefully. “As you wish, My Lord!  Jerome, let him down.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal;"&gt;“Help him, Jamie.”  the Baron ordered.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal;"&gt;“Yes, Sir!”  Jamie leapt to his feet and rushed over to Steve's sagging form. As Jerome released the shackles Jamie held onto Steve's waist, helping to keep him upright. Steve's arms dropped limply to his sides and he took a step back away from the cage. Jerome brought him a chair and Jamie guided him to it. Steve sat on it reversed, his muscular arms hanging over the back.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal;"&gt;Young Jamie stood at Steve's side, stroking his hair and gazing into his eyes with wonder. Steve smiled up at him wearily and began stroking the boy's thigh. Jamie chuckled as Steve tickled his testicles, embarrassed by his erection. They spoke quietly to each other and started kissing.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal;"&gt;The Lady smiled, raising her glass in a toast. “Now &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;, my dear Michael, is truly romantic!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a class="TextLinkNoninterfering" href="http://ropetop.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.ropetop.com/rtlogoss.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;dt&gt;RopeTop.com&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811533495437105276-8693979039499690414?l=ropetopics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/feeds/8693979039499690414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/2009/07/barons-stable-part-12.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811533495437105276/posts/default/8693979039499690414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811533495437105276/posts/default/8693979039499690414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/2009/07/barons-stable-part-12.html' title='The Baron&apos;s Stable - Part 12'/><author><name>RopeTop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09189062576772217706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoIj3IsmjLo/S-_8N6FyWUI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Nex2ljbSBaA/S220/ej09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811533495437105276.post-5842786783640640253</id><published>2009-06-20T23:49:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T16:09:48.410+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ink, Kink &amp; Rope: Bootbrush</title><content type='html'>&lt;a class="TextLinkNoninterfering" href="http://ropetop.com/bootbrush.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ropetop.com/pup03b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Latest gallery now uploaded: &lt;a class="TextLinkNoninterfering" href="http://ropetop.com/bootbrush.html" target="_blank"&gt;RopeTop.com/bootbrush.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811533495437105276-5842786783640640253?l=ropetopics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/feeds/5842786783640640253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/2009/06/ink-kink-rope-bootbrush.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811533495437105276/posts/default/5842786783640640253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811533495437105276/posts/default/5842786783640640253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/2009/06/ink-kink-rope-bootbrush.html' title='Ink, Kink &amp; Rope: Bootbrush'/><author><name>RopeTop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09189062576772217706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoIj3IsmjLo/S-_8N6FyWUI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Nex2ljbSBaA/S220/ej09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811533495437105276.post-7965580998385565522</id><published>2009-06-02T21:25:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T22:41:44.816+01:00</updated><title type='text'>What Domination is NOT</title><content type='html'>Being submissive can be scary, daunting and confusing. Especially when you don't have much experience. The behaviour of people calling themselves Dominant can be quite perplexing.  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Sometimes a sub will contact a Dom person, on-line or in real life, and that person will behave in ways that are different to vanilla folk. And so they should. If subs wanted guys who act in familiar ways they would stick with vanilla men.  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;The problem is this: What is the difference between Dominant behaviour and plain, old fashioned &lt;i&gt;bad&lt;/i&gt; behaviour?  If you're a subby and some Dominant guy sends you a message on-line that says “Tell me what are you into, scum!” is that the way he is &lt;i&gt;supposed&lt;/i&gt; to talk? And are you &lt;i&gt;supposed &lt;/i&gt;to accept that?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;I can only give you MY answer – there is no single authority on what is or is not proper BDSM behaviour, we make up our own rules – and my answer is NO, that is not right.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Just because you are submissive that does not mean that ANY Dominant guy has the right to dominate you even if they do not know you. If I choose to speak harshly to one of &lt;i&gt;my&lt;/i&gt; subs, that would be a right that I have by virtue of the fact that he has &lt;i&gt;given&lt;/i&gt; me that power, by prior agreement, as part of the negotiation process by which he &lt;i&gt;became&lt;/i&gt; my sub.  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;If I meet a new sub guy for the first time and start telling him what to do, belittling him, insulting him, that is NOT me demonstrating my innate superiority. That is me acting like an arsehole.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;So what if a relationship &lt;i&gt;has&lt;/i&gt; been established? Suppose you are sub and you have met a Dom you feel you have something in common with, and you start seeing each other. What is an acceptable way for him to behave?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Can he treat you in a way that no-one else is allowed to?  Yes.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Does that mean he can do &lt;i&gt;anything&lt;/i&gt; he likes to you? No.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Is he allowed to lie to you? For example, if you find out that he has a partner/wife when he told you he was single. Does he have the right to be dishonest?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;No.  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Does he have the right to break promises? To arrange a meeting and then not show up without any explanation?  Are you supposed to accept that as normal behaviour for a Master/Dominant?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;No.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Suppose he begins a relationship with you and then drops off the face of the earth – doesn't contact you, ignores your messages, ignores your existence – Is that a test? Is he testing your submissiveness or commitment by seeing if you will keep the faith even while he treats you like crap?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;No. He's just being a cock.  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Hold on, you say, maybe it's like the story of Abraham. God tells him to sacrifice his only son to prove how strong his faith is. Abraham says “Yes, sure, no problem, c'mere sonny, God told me to slit your throat so be a good boy and hop up onto this pile of wood while I sharpen this here knife.” and the angel steps in and stops him right at the last second. Maybe this wonderfully mysterious Dom guy is testing me to see how much crap I'll take?  Then, when he sees how &lt;i&gt;committed&lt;/i&gt; I am, he will reward me for it by acknowledging my worth to him and treating me as his valued servant?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;No. He's just neglecting you and doesn't have the common decency to let you know that he's lost interest. All that stuff about putting you to the test is a load of bullshit. If I had been Abraham I would have told God to shove it. “You want me to do &lt;i&gt;what? &lt;/i&gt; Uh, no thanks. No deal. You can take your new religion, your twelve tribes and multitudes of descendants and ram it all up your omnipotent backside. Come on, Isaac, we're going home.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Calling yourself Dominant does not give you an excuse to treat someone like dirt. OK, the sub might get off on arrogant, selfish Tops, but that arrogance and selfishness ONLY applies to the BDSM aspect of the relationship. The sub is still a person, a human being, and essentially &lt;i&gt;the two of you are actually equals.&lt;/i&gt; Yes, really. You think you REALLY control him? Watch him tell you to fuck off, and then walk away from you.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Hurting someone by spanking him is one thing. Hurting him by receiving his devotion to you and then dumping him by text message is something entirely different.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;My version of Domination and control is not the only kind, of course. Some subs like to be treated only with disdain. There are guys who want to be told they are worthless scum, and it makes them hot. There are guys who want to be “cash slaves”, or have a fetish for being blackmailed. It's not my place to tell them “Your kink is not OK.” but I reserve the right to have my own opinions about the type of guys who are happy to take advantage of them.  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Some guys like a bit of psychological domination, or “mindfuck”, in fact good, deep Dom/sub has a healthy dose of this. Manipulation can powerfully reinforce the roles and make the whole thing more authentic. BUT! It has to be within a fundamentally consensual, respectful framework.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;A BDSM relationship – if you want it to be more than just a bit of kinky sex now and then – is just like any other relationship. You have to have mutual respect. You have to have good communication. You have to be on the same wavelength.  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Domination is NOT an excuse for being arrogant, rude, selfish or deceitful. It is NOT a shield to hide your insecurities behind. It is NOT exploiting someone's inexperience or vulnerability for your own gratification. It is NOT a way to avoid apologising when you make mistakes.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Submission is not about throwing away your self-respect. Being shat on from a great height is NOT the fair price you pay for the honour of being a slave. If someone is acting like an idiot, or a coward, or an arsehole, I'm sorry but it probably means that he is.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;A Dom should be interested in you. He should care about you. Unless you are really dense, you should be able to sense if that is the case or not. If your instincts tell you that something is wrong, you need to talk about it. If he isn't prepared to talk, he isn't worth talking to. Or anything else.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Choose your Dom carefully. You want someone to look up to, to serve, to deserve. First of all, make sure he deserves YOU.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a class="TextLinkNoninterfering" href="http://ropetop.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a class="TextLinkNoninterfering" href="http://ropetop.com/" target="_blank"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;a class="TextLinkNoninterfering" href="http://ropetop.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.ropetop.com/rtlogoss.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a class="TextLinkNoninterfering" href="http://ropetop.com/" target="_blank"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;a class="TextLinkNoninterfering" href="http://ropetop.com/" target="_blank"&gt;RopeTop.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811533495437105276-7965580998385565522?l=ropetopics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/feeds/7965580998385565522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-domination-is-not.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811533495437105276/posts/default/7965580998385565522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811533495437105276/posts/default/7965580998385565522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-domination-is-not.html' title='What Domination is NOT'/><author><name>RopeTop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09189062576772217706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoIj3IsmjLo/S-_8N6FyWUI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Nex2ljbSBaA/S220/ej09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811533495437105276.post-6520428223040331227</id><published>2009-05-30T18:54:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T21:48:26.570+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Kinky Enough For You?</title><content type='html'>I've been chatting to a couple of guys recently who have made me aware of a problem that some subs face. They see endless profiles of slaves with long shopping lists of kinks, fetishes and desires and it makes them feel inadequate because, by comparison, their own lists are much shorter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit I've had similar concerns myself. Do I have enough kinkiness to attract the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;übersub&lt;/span&gt; of my dreams? For example, I like to push pain buttons but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;only&lt;/span&gt; if the sub enjoys it on some level. Does that mean I'm not really a sadist? Maybe I should be more into thrashing the bejasus out of guys, or masochistic subs will think I'm boring, too vanilla. Or, no, maybe I should be just as sadistic or non-sadistic as I want, otherwise I'm being Topped from the bottom, and not let myself be manipulated by insecurities...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rational part of me is right, I think. It's quality, not quantity, that counts. I know I get bored reading someone's profile and ploughing through an interminable generic list of kinks, sometimes containing repetitions and redundancies (BDSM, SM, bondage, CP, bondage, S&amp;amp;M, being tied up...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter how many things you are into, or how extreme. Maybe you like a little bit of bondage, just silk scarves to spread eagle you to your four-poster bed while your beloved tickles your erogenous zones with a feather duster. Or maybe you want to be mummified in industrial-grade rubber and hung upside-down over a vat of piss with vibrating electrodes channelling the National Grid into your lower digestive tract? Either way, you're a kinkster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's have none of this kinkier-than-thou nonsense. We get enough hassle from conservative vanilla folk without needing to endure bigotry from each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no trouble with the fact that the list of things I am &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; into is much longer than the list of things that I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; like. I'd much rather do a few things well, or very well, than a lot of things adequately. The shopping-list-as-long-as-your-arm approach always makes me wonder how serious the guy is. Am I seeing a genuinely broad palate of taste and experience here, or is it an attempt to impress by ticking boxes? It strikes me as a rather one-dimensional approach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather be - and rather play with - someone who has a finite number of interests that they enjoy and devote their time and energy to. Variety is good but I think there is a limit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember once going to a club with two subs. We got chatting to a Master who had his slave in tow. Upon discovering that I didn't piss on my boys, the Master suggested we all get together and play, and that he could help me with my subs by "expanding their limits."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I thought. I'm not sure I want their limits expanded. At least, not in that direction, one that doesn't interest me. And certainly not by someone else!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are, unfortunately, lots of ways that BDSM folk judge each other. Some hardcore D/s types will sneer at casual roleplayers. Some chilled roleplayers will take the piss out of pompous D/s types. Switches will call non-switches dull and predictable. Non-switches will call switches wishy-washy and indecisive. Pain pigs will look down on the less masochistic. Gearheads will turn their nose up at you if you don't have fifteen metric tons of toys including a cage, a vac-rack and a St Andrew's Cross (even if you &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; live with your parents). Some Tom of Finland-esque &lt;i&gt;Übermensch&lt;/i&gt; will not deign to scrape you off the sole of his very large, very shiny boot if you're a kinky vegan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diversity is what makes BDSM a many-splendoured thing, but it can also cause problems. With so much variety it is sometimes difficult to step back and see the big picture... because it is SO big!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just work out what makes you happy and find others who like the same things. Don't worry about comparing yourself to others, unless they are people you personally know and respect. Do what you love and work at doing it well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a class="TextLinkNoninterfering" href="http://ropetop.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.ropetop.com/rtlogoss.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;dt&gt;RopeTop.com&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811533495437105276-6520428223040331227?l=ropetopics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/feeds/6520428223040331227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/2009/05/kinky-enough-for-you.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811533495437105276/posts/default/6520428223040331227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811533495437105276/posts/default/6520428223040331227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/2009/05/kinky-enough-for-you.html' title='Kinky Enough For You?'/><author><name>RopeTop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09189062576772217706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoIj3IsmjLo/S-_8N6FyWUI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Nex2ljbSBaA/S220/ej09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811533495437105276.post-3328018337882067407</id><published>2009-05-28T13:05:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T13:17:39.180+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Baron's Stable - Part 11</title><content type='html'>The trespasser was led to a clearing in the trees and up to a large sturdy oak. Roy ordered him to strip and he did as he was told. Philip was very lean and pale, looking very vulnerable as he shed his clothes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roy tied the boy's wrists together in front of him. Philip's eyes were wide, taking everything in, not knowing what was coming next. There was a lot of rope left once his hands were bound, and Roy threw the rest of it up and over one of the branches of the oak tree. He pulled it until Philip was almost on his tip-toes, gasping as his arms were roughly yanked up above his head. Roy fixed the rope in place by tying it to the base of a nearby bush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mick watched in fascination as Roy went to work setting up the scene. He picked up Philip's trainers and removed the laces. He then found a slim fallen branch lying on the ground and used the laces to tie it to the boy's ankles, forcing his legs apart. Mick couldn't help notice that Philip was getting aroused despite the fear on his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Roy took off his own boots and tied the laces around Philip's balls so that they hung from his sac, a few inches off the ground. Philip grimaced as his balls were yanked downwards by the weight of the heavy steel toe cap boots, the stretched sac bulging and red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guard looked around the ground and started to pick up small stones that littered the floor of the clearing. When he had a large handful he dropped them into the dangling boots, increasing the weight. Philip started to moan with pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roy started gathering more stones and Mick helped him. As the load on the boy's balls increased his face screwed up in pain and sweat broke out on his pale chest. Roy chuckled, gently kicking the boots so that they swung back and forth, making Philip yelp with pain. He then took a step back, admiring his handiwork before smiling at Mick and saying  “Now let's make it really interesting!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He picked up Philip's rucksack and placed it underneath the dangling boots, relieving the pressure on the boy's balls. Philip gasped and started to breathe normally again. Roy then moved the rucksack back a few inches so that it was behind Philip, the laces taut but not tight.  “You'll be OK if you can keep still,” he said to his victim, “but if you move forward you'll pull the boots off their little rise here...”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then stood in front of Philip and unbuckled his belt. It was thick, black leather. Philip watched, his eyes frozen, his cock still hard. Roy let the belt dangle from his hand and then walked around behind the boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mick joined him. Philip's body looked good from behind, his back arched, his slim butt tensed. Roy reached out and caressed the small, firm buttocks. Philip wriggled a little but said nothing. Then Roy suddenly spanked him hard and Philip cried out, jerking forward, pulling the boots off the rucksack so that they swung free, yanking down painfully on his balls. His first cry was followed immediately by a second, louder cry which dissolved into gasps and groans as the boots swung between his legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They watched him for a couple of seconds as he writhed and wailed, begging Roy to stop the pain. The guard laughed, reaching down and taking hold of the boot laces and lifting them up. Philip took in deep breaths as the pain subsided.  “I told you, boy, all you have to do is keep still!”  He replaced the boots back in position and walked round behind Philip again. This time he stood a few feet away and let the length of his belt hang from his hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blows were light to begin with. Roy was skilful in using his belt as a whip, laying down glancing touches across the boy's cheeks. Gradually the intensity increased and Mick heard the leather smack the skin a little louder each time. Philip began a low wailing as the stinging belt landed again and again on his ass, the pain growing a little bit stronger with each stripe. His body arched, his pelvis pointing forward, his still erect prick stabbing the air in little nudges as he pulled away from the blows. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mick watched the lad's face. He was fighting an internal battle, not wanting to pull away too far in case he subjected his balls to more torture, holding his ass where the strikes of increasing pain would find it. His face showed a mixture of confusion and effort alongside the hurt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roy wielded his belt with greater force, the smacking sound louder and louder. The clenched buttocks were glowing red from the abuse and still the punishment continued. Finally, with a strangled scream, Philip could take it no longer and lurched forward away from the belt. His cry of pain was continuous as the boots swung free once more, stretching his balls with cruel force.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guards laughed and watched him thrash around for a few long seconds. Then Roy lifted the boots again and pulled the rucksack forward so that this time it was in front of Philip. He placed the boots back on them, the laces now pulling the boy's balls out and away from his body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Enjoying the show?”  Roy asked Mick, replacing his belt back in its loops. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well, this isn't quite what I was expecting...”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other guard laughed and took a swig from his water bottle, then passed it to Mick. They stood for a few minutes watching Philip, his body covered in a sheen of sweat as he gulped in air, his breathing slowly returning to normal. Mick stepped forward and laid his palm on the boy's flat, smooth chest. He felt hot skin and a rapid heartbeat. He looked up at the boy's face and saw the fear in his eyes. He looked down and saw the throbbing erection and stretched balls. Reaching round, he cupped one of the bright red buttocks. It was hot as fever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roy was moving around in the background. Mick looked over his shoulder and saw the other man smile as he took out a knife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philip's breathing became rapid again, fresh terror in his eyes. “No! No!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Relax, boy, I'm not gonna cut you.”  Roy reached down and picked up a slim fallen branch, about fifteen inches long. With his knife he cut off the twigs and leaves until he had a long thin cane about the width of a pencil. He reached forward with it, stroking it up the shaft of Philip's cock. Mick took a few steps back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, he started off slow and gentle, whipping the hard prick with glancing taps. Mick thought the sensation might even be pleasant; Philip's moans could have been enjoyment. But gradually the force of the impacts increased and he began to grunt through gritted teeth. Roy struck both sides of the shaft, then the balls, then nearer the head, never too strong, just enough to keep up a slowly building wave of pain in the boy's exposed genitals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon Mick saw the same struggle in the boy's face as he was torn by indecision, fighting not to pull away from the cane, knowing that he would lose the battle despite himself. Tears ran down his cheeks as he gasped and wriggled. Roy kept up the pressure of the strokes, the cane swishing through the air as he drew it left and right, smacking the boy's prick with little &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;thwack&lt;/span&gt;ing noises. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally Philip lost the battle, unable to hold position, and pulled away from the pain in his tortured cock, pulling the boots off so that they fell and swung, making him cry out once more, his body jerking and his hands clasping uselessly at the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again Roy watched with amusement for a while before putting the boots back in place. He repeated the procedure until the boy failed again, shrieking this time as his testicles were cruelly wrenched down. When Roy walked up to him and lifted the boots up to relieve the pressure, Philip was almost blubbering. Roy stroked the boy's face, wiping his tears away and kissing him on the lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I think maybe you've learned your lesson now, haven't you, boy?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Y – Yes, yes, I have...”  Philip stuttered, just short of sobbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roy untied the bootlaces from Philip's balls and let the boots fall to the ground. He then walked over to the bush where he had secured the rope and untied it. Philip slumped to the ground, his body limp and trembling. Roy returned, taking the free end of the rope and tying it around the branch between Philip's ankles. Pulling the boy up into a sitting position, he pushed Philip's head back and stood close to his face. “I suppose you'd like me to let you go now?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Please. Yes. Please.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well maybe you need to convince me that you've changed your attitude. Open your mouth.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eagerly, the boy opened wide as Roy unbuttoned his fly. A thick, heavy-looking cock was exposed. Mick noticed that it was not hard. He worked out what this meant a fraction of a second before he was proved right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roy pissed directly into Philip's mouth. The boy coughed, spluttered and shook his head, but could not avoid the hot stream that washed over him. Roy laughed as he hosed him down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“This is how we deal with trespassers. 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Every now and then she would look over at Steve and smile with an evil glint in her eye. Steve was in a trance, his eyes staring unfocussed into the crowd, his mind wandering, or maybe racing. Every now and then he would look at the Lady and her whip, then at Jamie. He seemed to be tortured by the anticipation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie couldn't take his eyes off Steve. He was like a little bunny rabbit caught in the headlights of a speeding lorry. Mick wished he could read minds, though he was getting a good idea of what they were all thinking by their body language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Baron was also taking this all in, and smiled mysteriously. Mick thought to himself that working for this man was certainly a very unique experience. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had it been a month already?  Time had moved so quickly since the Baron had taken him on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A clear, bright summer morning, full of promise...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bombing down the M11 on his GSXR, turning off onto obscure country roads, a strange sense of adventure filling him like golden sunshine in his blood...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing the Baron's estate come into view, he suddenly felt butterflies in his stomach. He had only vague ideas of what went on within those walls. Still, it was too late to change his mind. He had no option but to follow this road and see where it took him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually he came to a pair of huge metal gates and came to a stop before them. Dismounting and removing his helmet, he found the intercom and pressed the buzzer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hello?” came the tinny voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Mick Ashton.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a buzz and the gates slowly began to open. Getting back on his bike, he rode up towards the mansion. It was a huge, grand old building and looked well maintained. Standing outside the main entrance was a tall young black guy in a sleeveless army green T-shirt and black leather trousers and boots. He watched Mick approach with arms folded and a welcoming smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Mick, good morning. I'm Roy, let me show you where to park your bike.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He led Mick round the side of the big house to a large area where several cars were parked. Nice cars. Very nice cars! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I hope you had a good journey.” Roy said. He was well-muscled with short-cropped hair. Did the Baron tell his security staff to adopt the military look, or did he choose guys who already looked the part?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah, nice day for it. I never would have found it without the directions, though.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The Baron will see you in a few minutes, you can wait in here.” Roy led him into the house, through a well-furnished and decorated foyer into a large room with furniture that looked old fashioned but at the same time new and comfortable. A grandfather clocked in one corner ticked away solemnly. Mick was surprised at how quickly he was feeling relaxed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Adam will get you a drink, and something to eat if you are hungry.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mick couldn't help jumping at the sight of the naked boy who had just entered the room. Adam was a lad of no more than twenty-four or so, slim and smooth, handsome and alert. Roy noticed his reaction and smiled, leaving the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy stood with his hands behind his back. “What would you like, Sir?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Er, I, I, er … Water. Please. Just water.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam smiled sweetly and nodded, leaving the room. Sunshine from the large open French windows  fell in a broad stripe across his skin, painting his firm, rounded buttocks a beautiful rosy gold. Mick had a sudden strong urge to touch that smooth rump, to see if it felt as good as it looked. He swallowed and his throat was suddenly very dry. He would be needing that glass of water!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He began the cumbersome process of removing his leathers. By the time he had finished, Adam had returned with a tall glass of cold water. “There you go, Sir.”  Mick took the glass and the boy nodded and was gone again, too quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mick made himself comfortable and relaxed. Luckily this wasn't the kind of job interview where he was required to wear a suit, so he was able to keep on his denim jeans and a simple T-shirt. Dressing up under the bike leathers would not have been ideal, especially on such a hot day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few minutes Roy came back. “This way, please.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was led through the house and into a large garden. The grounds stretched out towards a distant green horizon, merging into a vast forest. A tall man in a white shirt stood on a broad patio facing the scenery, a rifle hanging from one hand. A second man, dressed the same as Roy, stood nearby.  As Roy and Mick approached, the man with the gun called out in a loud voice “Pull!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From somewhere nearby was a loud bang and a small dark shape went shooting into the air. The man lifted his rifle, took aim and fired. The object disintegrated into shards. The man lowered his gun and turned to them, smiling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roy did the introductions. “Baron Michael; Mick Ashton.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Baron handed his rifle to Roy and stepped forward, shaking Mick by the hand. “Pleased to meet you, Mick. Welcome to my abode!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It's magnificent!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I'm glad you approve! This is Gavin, my head of security.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big, muscular, tattooed, Welsh, moustache, very obviously ex-forces. Very firm handshake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Baron led Mick to a table and chairs that had been set up nearby and they all sat. Adam appeared as if from nowhere, carrying a tray with water and orange juice. Mick couldn't help but look at the naked youth again, but the Baron was also quite striking. “I've had a look at your CV, very interesting. I see you were in the armed forces, so was Gavin.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I checked out your record.” Gavin said, his voice deep and gravelly. “Impressive.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Thank you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Baron smiled. “OK, let me give you an idea of the set-up here. The security staff here keep an eye not just on me but also my property. And that property includes my boys. They are, for the most part, much more vulnerable than myself.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gavin continued  “The Baron currently has fifty-three boys on the estate. They live and work here. Mostly they stay on site, but sometimes they will accompany the Baron on social events. Security is provided for all such excursions.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“They are...” Mick hesitated. “Escorts?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Baron laughed. “They are slaves! Servants, escorts, masseurs, waiters, butlers, gardeners, cleaners... they fulfil a variety of functions. If you're asking do I fuck them, the answer is yes. Does that make them boy-whores?  That depends on your viewpoint, doesn't it?  Each boy signs up for a six-month contract, during which time the estate covers all his costs. He is fed well, sheltered in excellent accommodation, receives first class medical support and the opportunity to take part in a lifestyle that most people can only dream about.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So they don't receive... wages?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No. But they are provided with everything they need. Young Adam whom you met just now? He had a long-standing problem with his teeth. At the end of his first contract he received top-notch cosmetic dentistry. He could never have afforded that himself working as a PA. He is now on his third contract with me. Other boys have benefited from my generosity in other ways. One had parents who were experiencing difficulty gaining indefinite leave to remain in the UK. My solicitor took care of it. Another is on a gap year, studying astrophysics at Cambridge. I arranged for him to meet one of the project leaders of the European Space Agency. Invaluable to his studies and future career.”  He chuckled to himself. “Little things like that!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mick nodded. “I see. So the security staff are essentially bodyguards?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gavin nodded. “And more. We are guardians for these young lads. If you think of the Baron as their benevolent father, we are like the protective big brothers. We generally watch over them, look out for any problems or difficulties they might be having. Settle any incidents of indiscipline, should they arise. By which I mean breaking up fights, that kind of thing. Punishments are handled personally by the Baron.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mick's mind raced, imagining someone like Adam being punished by the imposing man sitting before him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gavin added  “There are times when the Baron is busy and may pass that duty onto one of us, but you must remember that is STRICTLY FORBIDDEN for the guards to have any sexual contact with the boys without the Baron's permission. Break that rule and you're out on your ear!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Understood.” Mick said, glad that the table hid his erection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Baron smiled. “Security staff also live on site, your quarters are well-equipped and you have access to recreational facilities including an excellent gym, a social club, squash court, dojo and swimming pool.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gavin said “The boys clean communal areas but not your private quarters. They are not allowed in there!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Baron looked across at his head of security, an eyebrow raised. The Welshman met his gaze and then looked back to Mick, scrutinising him for a few seconds before turning back to the Baron and nodding. The Baron smiled and said  “OK, Mick, we're both satisfied so far. I'd like to start you on a week's trial, see how you get on. I have a feeling you're going to fight right in.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stood, as did Gavin. The interview, such as it had been, was over. Mick stood as well and the Baron beamed, holding out his hand. They shook again and Mick said  “Thank you, Sir.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roy took Mick to the guard's quarters and helped him move in. He tried on his uniform. The shirt was comfortable enough, but the leather trousers would take some getting used to, he thought. He met some of the other guards and had lunch with them. At two o'clock they started going back to work, leaving Mick to his own devices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You can have a look around the grounds, relax in your room, whatever you want.” Roy said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“By myself? Sounds dull. I barely got here.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well, you're not officially on duty until 0800 hours tomorrow, but if you want you can come with me on my grounds patrol. It's a nice stroll if nothing else.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Beats twiddling my thumbs. Let's go!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roy strapped a walkie-talkie radio, a bottle of water and a roll of rope to his belt and led Mick out towards the forest that lay beyond the garden. The sun blazed gloriously as the two men entered the green world. They soon left the mansion far behind and the only sound was the gentle hiss of the wind in the tall trees and the occasional chirping of birds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roy smiled at him. “So what made you apply for this?  Hardly your average security job, is it?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mick laughed. “After leaving the army I had a look round and didn't see anything that interested me. When I heard about this place I was curious, I suppose. What about you?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well, I've done door work since I left school, been in the bouncer game ever since. It's OK, but after twelve years wrestling drunks you kind of itch for something different. Then, a couple of years ago I started getting into the BDSM scene. Got myself a few subs. One of them told me about the Baron. I'd heard the rumours but didn't know whether to believe them or not. Now I know!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well this is definitely something different!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roy chuckled. “It's nice being surrounded by lots of nice naked boys. Though it can be a bit frustrating at times! But you just have to deal with it.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They penetrated deeper into the forest and soon they were swallowed up in a pleasant green shade. Squirrels scattered frantically across their path as their boots crunched through fallen leaves and branches. The fresh, vital scents seemed to fill Mick's head with every breath. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sound made him freeze, stopping instantly. Roy stopped too and frowned. “What's wrong?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mick was scanning the trees around them. “I heard something. Is there anyone else out here besides us?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“There shouldn't be. I didn't hear anything. Are you sure it wasn't an animal?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It didn't sound like an animal... There!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About thirty metres to their right a patch of bracken moved. Mick headed towards it, Roy following. When they got closer they could see a pair of legs barely hidden by the bracken; the owner was trying to slowly crawl further under cover. Roy called out  “Hey! We can see you! Get out of there!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A young man stood up, scowling at the two guards. He was dressed casually, in shorts and T-shirt with a small rucksack on his back. Roy said  “Philip!  What the fuck are you doing here?  You were given the boot two weeks ago!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philip tried to look dignified but wasn't making a very good job of it. Skinny, about twenty-five, a bit camp and delicate looking. “Nothing.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Nothing, bollocks!” Roy walked over and took the lad by the shoulders, turning him round. Ignoring Philip's protests, he opened the rucksack and reached inside, taking out a camera.  “What's this?  A few pictures for the tabloids, is it?  How much are they paying you?  It must be a lot to risk getting a criminal record for trespassing!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy turned back to the face them. His already pale face had gone a shade whiter.  “Please, I can't have that!  Keep the camera, just let me go.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roy looked at Mick and laughed. Mick frowned  “Who is this kid?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“He &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; one of the Baron's boys. For about four days! Couldn't quite knuckle down to the regime, could you, Philip?  And the Baron doesn't take kindly to disobedience. Young Philip here got sloppy in his work, then refused to take his punishment, so it was bye-bye boy!  Only now he's sneaking back to try and get some photos for the local gutter press, I bet.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philip raised his hands, his voice getting a little shrill.  “I'm going, I'm going. Let's just forget all of this, OK?  Please, don't get the police involved. Please!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roy laughed again. “Well, I dunno. What's it worth?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy frowned.  “I don't have any money.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No, but maybe you can pay another way.”  Roy said, a harsh edge creeping into his voice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philip looked frozen with fear, looking from one guard to the other, his mouth hanging open. Mick watch, fascinated, as a range of emotions played across the young lad's face. Fear, confusion, realisation, dismay, and then a strange calm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roy took the roll of rope from his belt and said  “Follow me.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a class="TextLinkNoninterfering" href="http://ropetop.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.ropetop.com/rtlogoss.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;dt&gt;RopeTop.com&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811533495437105276-7663273045047559454?l=ropetopics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/feeds/7663273045047559454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/2009/05/barons-stable-part-10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811533495437105276/posts/default/7663273045047559454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811533495437105276/posts/default/7663273045047559454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/2009/05/barons-stable-part-10.html' title='The Baron&apos;s Stable - Part 10'/><author><name>RopeTop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09189062576772217706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoIj3IsmjLo/S-_8N6FyWUI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Nex2ljbSBaA/S220/ej09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811533495437105276.post-1181493310275626972</id><published>2009-04-22T01:38:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T02:06:22.657+01:00</updated><title type='text'>About You</title><content type='html'>Having expanded on the 'About Me' text in my previous entry, and now stepping back from it and thinking &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“What a monumentally egotistical soliloquy... should have called it '&lt;/span&gt;I, Gasbag&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;' or something...” &lt;/span&gt;it occurred to me that one way to redress the balance might to write something equally verbose about who I would like to make contact with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, this is going to be even MORE tricky. No that I'm an indecisive wishy-washy guy who doesn't know what he wants, it's just difficult to put it into words. Like all good, well-adjusted individuals, I am of course a bundle of contradictions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or at least it may seem that way to the casual observer. Would you call a man indecisive if he likes both blonds AND redheads?  Ambiguity is not always inconsistency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example: Am I looking for casual playmates or committed slaves?  &lt;br /&gt;Answer: Both. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sort of. Ambiguity is sometimes greediness…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A kinky funbuddy who doesn't want to make a commitment outside of the sex/kink/roleplay and scrub my toilet can be a lot of fun. I have guys who fall into this category and I call them 'playsubs'. I don't 'own' them or tell them what to do when we have finished playing. Calling them 'casual' playmates is a little misleading because I have known some of them for a few years and they are most definitely friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A slave who wants to be my property and hand over power to me is also very welcome (though I will use different terminology; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;committed subordinate &lt;/span&gt;rather than slave, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dominance&lt;/span&gt; rather than ownership).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I want to have my cake and eat it. Why? Oh, erm, let me think... Oh, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE I CAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Oh and, yeah, did I mention? I'll still be boinking vanilla bottoms as well. I have a healthy libido and, like they say, it's not for stirring your tea with, is it?  Well, maybe for some guys; there are all kinds of bizarre fetishes out there, after all. Just let it cool down a bit before you go dunking your dong in your cuppa, OK boys?  Unless you get off on scalding your todger, in which case, hey, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; won't judge you.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I digress. As I was saying, I'm basically a greedy selfish bugger who wants it all. Right? Well, not quite. It's a little more complicated than that. Yes, I will in principle always hold onto my freedoms and prerogatives, but in reality if a sub makes a commitment to me then I am also obliged to make a commitment to him. He will get more attention, time and energy from me than anyone else that I want to fuck. Probably from anyone else &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My attitude towards someone whose submission is deeper than the roleplay variety – the kind of sub who is motivated by a desire to serve and please a dominant man rather than to just get his rocks off playing the part for an hour or so -  is one of great respect. The more submissive a guy is, the more fascinated I am in him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a very strong protective instinct and it responds to vulnerability. When someone puts himself under my power he makes himself vulnerable, so I have to protect him. The deeper he submits, the more protective I become. That doesn't just mean looking out for his physical safety and health, it also means being there for him when he needs me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another example of my non-inconsistent ambiguity: Am I sadist? &lt;br /&gt;Answer: Yes and no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pain can be interesting and fun, and for different reasons. Some guys enjoy the endorphin high that comes from being hurt. Some enjoy it because of the humiliation aspect. Some derive a submissive satisfaction from enduring the ordeal in order to please the Dom. All of the above interests me very much, and I am very happy to dish out the stimulus as required.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what if you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; like pain?  Not for any of the above reasons?  Doesn't that mean I won't be interested in you? I just said I like dishing it out, didn't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, yes, I will still be interested in you if you don't like pain. If I know that a playsub doesn't get off on being hurt then I won't feel frustrated, because the domination and sex is more important to me anyway. If a committed sub doesn't enjoy pain, that is not a problem, there is a lot more to a Dominant/submissive relationship than sadomasochism. Plus, it means I can use corporal punishment without the fear that you'll be enjoying it, thereby defeating the object!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I into humiliation? &lt;br /&gt;Answer: Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humiliation is very similar to physical pain in the way people respond to it. For some it will be destructive to their self-esteem. For others it will be an aphrodisiac. Being basically a nice guy, I'm a lot more into triggering the latter than the former.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As with pain, though, humiliation can be used against someone who doesn't like it as a punishment. I would always be very careful how I used it, though, and it would always be a means to an end rather than an end in itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, I'm open to a lot of variety. I don't have a template that I expect all subs to aspire to in order to satisfy me. There are surely as many different types of subs as there are people who say “I'm submissive.” and different does not always mean better or worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you also have a little bit of ambiguity yourself, especially if you're inexperienced. You're not sure how deep you want your submission to go. You're not sure if you want to take pain and humiliation or not. That's OK, we can start off simple and start exploring slowly, seeing where it takes us and enjoying the journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a class="TextLinkNoninterfering" href="http://ropetop.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.ropetop.com/rtlogoss.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;dt&gt;RopeTop.com&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811533495437105276-1181493310275626972?l=ropetopics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/feeds/1181493310275626972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/2009/04/about-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811533495437105276/posts/default/1181493310275626972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811533495437105276/posts/default/1181493310275626972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/2009/04/about-you.html' title='About You'/><author><name>RopeTop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09189062576772217706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoIj3IsmjLo/S-_8N6FyWUI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Nex2ljbSBaA/S220/ej09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811533495437105276.post-4952712675357582871</id><published>2009-04-19T01:42:00.012+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T01:58:29.467+01:00</updated><title type='text'>About me - the FULL version!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well, it finally happened; the text section of &lt;a href="http://recon.com/RopeTop"&gt;my Recon profile&lt;/a&gt; has become so staggeringly long-winded I decided it was time to cut it down to a more manageable size. It's not really fair to expect guys to plough through 527 words of waffle just to find out if they want me to tie them up and boink them or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the unabridged ME:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;About me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strong, Dominant, Experienced, Assertive, Protective Bondage Top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Security man in Bounds Green N22. I am strong, dominant, experienced, assertive and protective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stats: short, stocky, solid: five foot seven (1. 7m), 13st (182lbs, 83kg), 40" chest (102cm), 32" waist (81cm), 15" biceps (38cm), 20" furry thighs (51cm), zero cropped, blue eyes, frosted beard, smooth chest, belly, tattooed, chunky and fit, plenty of stamina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'm into:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a long shopping list of fetishes that I am into, or tons of gear, it's mainly about control, rope and SEX ... I'm also VERY much a vanilla top. I was born to fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leather, uniforms, etc. look good but I'm more into the domination and sex than I am into the dressing-up part of it all. The mental connection is what counts. I've always got my boots on, though, and they often need a good polish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me domination and bondage can be just for fun, or it can be part of a more serious arrangement. I have play subs (kinky funbuddies) and sometimes I have committed subs (which other Dom guys call slaves). The distinction between these two categories is very important, though I recognise that there are many shades of grey inbetween. It's OK if you don't know exactly where you are on the spectrum, that's something that can be explored over time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pain play can be fun but I often have a good time without being sadistic. I always spank, though. It's almost like an unconscious reflex, like blinking or breathing. A fuck without a spank is like a doughnut with no jam... If I take it further it doesn't go to anything more scary than CBT, TT and flogging. I don't do anything extreme, messy or dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're interested in exploring your masochism it's a different story; I'm turned on by strong reactions. I'll take you where you want to go, and bring you back in one piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I am using pain as punishment or coercion it won't be kinky play-acting. It's purpose will be to HURT, in order to enforce my will, not to get you off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humiliation is something I might use as a means to an end, the end being attitude adjustment. I'm not into destroying a person's self-esteem and you'll never hear me calling a sub or a slave "worthless". Why would I be interested in something worthless? Submission is a beautiful thing. Deep submission is a rare and precious thing. Subs and slaves need care, protection and appropriate respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;PLEASE NOTE: Being a responsible Top means I'm very health and safety conscious. Safer sex always, no exceptions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I've learned from experience that 'chem-friendly' and 'timewaster' mean the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rope:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;My profile shows examples of my rigging. My website &lt;a href="http://ropetop.com/"&gt;RopeTop.com&lt;/a&gt; has more photos. I'm developing my rope bondage techniques and always experimenting, creating and improving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a friendly guy and happy to chat to anyone. If you see me out and about feel free to come up and say hi. I'm the short, beardy bloke, probably with half a ton of rope hanging off his left hip. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other stuff:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my spare time I do martial arts and submission wrestling - as a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sport&lt;/span&gt;, NOT as a fetish. In other words, sex and fighting are two totally SEPARATE hobbies. Please remember that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrestle for the thrill, for the joy of unleashed aggression and for the beautiful warm glow in my muscles afterwards. I appreciate the erotic aspect of it all but I never get turned on when I am fighting. I'm too busy trying to win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SERIOUS&lt;/span&gt; grapplers say hi, I love a good scrap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heels, jobbers and guys who want to know if I'm "into sleeper holds" please bugger off and have a wank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read a lot, usually fiction - crime, sci-fi, horror, the usual escapist stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also like languages. I can get by in sign language (SSE not BSL), and uczę się polskiego, ale mówię tylko kilka słow. Czy chhę pomogać mnie być lepszy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What I'm looking for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A RESPECT FOR AUTHORITY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Submissive guys for BDSM play and/or committed service. I prefer slim or toned types. Physique is more important to me than age. Hairy or smooth, masculine or camp, any race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roleplay is fun. A committed sub or puppy, who wants control and service that goes beyond sex, is even better. Can you take orders, polish my boots, iron my work uniform?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Novices welcome. I will take responsibility for your development and your safety. I am very protective of those who submit to me. I look after my boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to play you must be single or in an open relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A GOOD ATTITUDE GETS MY ATTENTION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're a vanilla bottom and you've got a fit ass I'll probably be interested so gimme a nudge. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also interested in meeting other Dominant guys for friendship and/or co-Topping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a class="TextLinkNoninterfering" href="http://ropetop.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.ropetop.com/rtlogoss.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;dt&gt;RopeTop.com&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811533495437105276-4952712675357582871?l=ropetopics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/feeds/4952712675357582871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/2009/04/about-me-full-version.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811533495437105276/posts/default/4952712675357582871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811533495437105276/posts/default/4952712675357582871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/2009/04/about-me-full-version.html' title='About me - the FULL version!'/><author><name>RopeTop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09189062576772217706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoIj3IsmjLo/S-_8N6FyWUI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Nex2ljbSBaA/S220/ej09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811533495437105276.post-4684088706492499958</id><published>2009-04-18T02:10:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T02:34:28.841+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Baron's Stable - Part 9</title><content type='html'>Walking into the club was like walking into another world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The warm darkness was filled with moving bodies: a mixture of shiny, dark coverings and naked flesh; muscle, tattoos, bare buttocks, rope, boots...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mick led the way for the Baron, making a path for him and his boys. Steve brought up the rear. People gave them curious glances as Mick ushered them aside, despite their own unusual appearance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They made their way across the vast floor of the converted factory, coloured laser beams scribbling rapid shapes at their feet. Music pounded through the air but few people were dancing, most were milling around in groups, chatting, drinking and watching the antics of a few more active participants. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along one wall were erected various pieces of equipment to which people were tied, chained, bent over, strapped to, hung from or were otherwise restrained. A naked man was fixed to a large wooden X-shaped cross and being whipped by a woman dressed in bright red leather boots that went all the way up to her thighs. A girl intricately wrapped up in rope like an exotic parcel suspended from a small hoist was being tormented by a stout man with a vibrator in each hand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They headed towards the far end of the room, where tables had been set up and diners were waited on by outlandishly-dressed French maids. A tall young drag queen in a sequinned gown, made even taller by highly-stacked platform boots, looked Mick up and down appreciatively. He smirked and winked at her. He and Steve were both in uniform, the khaki green sleeveless T-shirts and black leather trousers that the Baron favoured, their boots shined to perfection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baron Michael himself was in a military dress uniform, looking something like an Admiral. His navy blue jacket was pressed and the sleeves decorated with gold braid. Beneath this he wore a dark blue shirt and black trousers tucked into his usual riding boots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight he had three boys with him: Jamie, Paul and Taz. All young, handsome, fit and naked. Mick and Steve therefore had a total of four bodies to guard. Each boy wore a collar that showed they were owned and a pair of sandals, nothing else. It was Mick's job to keep an eye on them (as well as the Baron himself) and this was not exactly a difficult task: the boys were beautiful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A young man stood waiting for them; tall and refined looking and wearing form-fitting white rubber. The form it was fitting was admirable. He saw Mick and smiled.To the Baron he said “This way, please. Lady Alicia is waiting for you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He led them to a table with two large, ornate wooden chairs. In one sat the Lady Alicia, an elegant woman in a striking scarlet dress. The other chair was empty. The Baron smiled at her and she rose as he approached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Michael!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“My Lady!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They hugged and kissed and then sat down. Mick pulled out the chair for the Baron, and pushed it back in when the Baron was seated. Then he and Steve took up position a few feet away. The three boys sat on the floor at the Baron's feet. The man in white rubber kneeled by the side of the Lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sipped from a flute of champagne. “Michael, you are a bad boy! Not so much as an email for months. I should spank you right here, in front of all these good people.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Baron laughed. “I humbly beg your forgiveness. How can I make it up to you?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lady frowned, deep in thought, and cast her gaze over the Baron's three boys and two guards. Her eyes came to rest appreciatively on Steve. “Hmm. I don't know, darling, maybe you could let me play with one of your boys?  You seem to have more than enough to go round!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The boys, yes. My bodyguards are a different matter, however. They are actual employees, not slaves. Plus they are on duty!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She pouted. “I promise not to break them!” She smiled at Steve, who sheepishly grinned. Mick knew Steve was bisexual, but the Lady was about twice his age. She looked good for it, but was Steve partial to being whipped?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael chuckled. “Well maybe they can provide a little titillation for you. Steve, Mick, shirts off.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes, Sir.” Both men peeled off their tops, feeling the Lady's eyes roaming over their torsos. Steve was a fit young bloke with a nice toned body, but Mick noticed that the Lady was also taking an interest in his own heavy-set frame and hairy chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Nice specimens, Michael. I'd love to put them to the test against my scorpion.”  One hand caressed the coiled bull whip attached to her belt. Mick felt his jaw fall open. Steve's eyes went very wide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Baron howled with laughter. “Alicia, you're &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;incorrigible!&lt;/span&gt; Always wanting what you can't have!” He glared at her over his champagne glass and added pointedly “Until you &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;get&lt;/span&gt; it, that is!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I don't know &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;what&lt;/span&gt; you mean, Michael, darling!” She looked at Steve. “What's your name, bodyguard?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Steve, Ma'am.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Have you ever been whipped, Steve?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No, Ma'am.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Would you like to try it sometime?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mick had to suppress a smirk. Steve was&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; blushing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I... I don't know, Ma'am.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor guy. Everyone was looking at him. Lady Alicia's dark lovely eyes seemed to devour him. The Baron's eyes sparkled with amusement and a little curiosity. His three boys stared in fascination. The Lady's slave was smiling in a mysterious, knowing way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She pouted at the Baron. “Oh, go on. Please! &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Pretty&lt;/span&gt; please!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Baron shrugged. “The man's a free agent. Being flogged at a kinkfest wasn't in his contract. I can't coerce him. Why don't you use one of my boys? Paul here has a high pain threshold.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hmm, maybe as an hors d'œuvre .” She kept her eyes on Steve, flickering now and then to look at Mick also. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Baron scratched his chin, gazing at the high ceiling. Mick could almost hear the cogs turning. “Steve, how would you like a bonus this month?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“A bonus, Sir?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Jamie here.” The Baron indicated one of the boys at his feet. Jamie was cute: a slim redhead, twenty-one, captivating green eyes. “Everyone knows you've got a hard-on for him the size of Madagascar. Submit to the good Lady here tonight and you can have your wicked way with Jamie.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More blushing. Steve looked confused, excited, terrified... But he quickly composed himself, standing straight with his hands behind his back and looked the Baron directly in the eye. “Yes, Sir.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lady hooted with a triumphant laugh, clapping her hands. She then leaned over the table and planted a kiss on the Baron's lips. “Thank you, darling! I &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; you!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A maid approached the table carrying a silver tray. 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Jonathan imagined a football or rugby team stripping off and hosing off the sweat and mud, their voices echoing in the huge space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A large white towel had been left for him, but no clothes. He stood under the hot blast, lathering himself with gel from the wall dispenser. It had an invigorating fragrance. He washed away the spunk from his face and chest and enjoyed the sensation of being clean again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he had dried himself and stepped back out into the sports hall he was still feeling a little light-headed but more alert. The doctor was typing notes into a laptop and Gavin was talking into a mobile phone. Jonathan walked up to them and stood a few feet away, his hands behind his back, his head bowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gavin finished his conversation. “Yes, Sir.”  He looked at Jonathan. “Come with me.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They headed back towards the main house. As they entered the building he saw a naked boy of about his age cleaning windows in a large dining room. It struck Jonathan that he was now one of those naked servants. He had nothing now. No clothes, no phone to contact the outside world, no money to get back home, no keys. It was a terrifying, exhilarating feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gavin took him upstairs and knocked on a wooden door. A voice from within called “Come!” They went through into a large study. Two large leather sofas dominated the room. Bookshelves lined the walls. A large fireplace was on their left, over which hung a large painting. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Horse Attacked by a Lion&lt;/span&gt; by Stubbs. A reproduction, surely?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His attention was torn away from the painting by the man behind the desk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baron Michael. At last. He was even more handsome in real life than in his pictures. Tall, mid-thirties, fit, wearing a smart blue shirt. Once again Jonathan had the feeling he had travelled back through time to an earlier era. The Baron resembled the hero from something by Jane Austen. Soft wavy brown hair framed a strong but youthful face. Arresting dark blue eyes. A broad smile that made Jonathan feel funny inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Jonathan! We meet at last, boy.”  He smiled at Gavin and nodded. Gavin left them alone, closing the door behind him. The Baron had a computer before him and consulted the screen. “Right, Dr Buckley has forwarded the data from your examination. Very interesting. You must be feeling a little tired after all that exertion.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I am fine, Sir.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Baron chuckled, standing and walking up to him for a closer inspection. He seemed to approve, which made Jonathan feel happy. “Good boy.” He sat down on one of the sofas and said “I'll have some green tea. Have some yourself if you like, or some water.” He pointed to a sideboard with a kettle, teapot and cups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.” Jonathan busied himself with making the tea. Sunlight streamed into the room from the bay window behind the desk. Classical music was playing quietly from hidden speakers. Something by Elgar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Baron relaxed on the sofa, stretching out his legs. He wore smart black trousers and tall, shiny black riding boots. Emily Bronte would be wetting her frilly white bloomers about now, Jonathan thought to himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Do you have any questions, boy?” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only about a million. But for some reason he couldn't decide what to ask. His mouth hung open and he knew he looked like an idiot. The Baron chuckled at his predicament. “I can see this is all a little overwhelming for you. Don't worry, I don't expect you to learn everything instantly. These things take time.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kettle boiled. Jonathan left it for a few seconds before pouring it into the teapot. He liked the Baron's voice, it was warm, rich and cultured but strong and masculine. A man of status who was accustomed to being obeyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I'll give you a general outline of your life here. You will mainly be carrying out domestic duties. This is a big house, it takes a lot of maintenance. You will sleep in the dormitory with the other boys and you will rise at 7am. You will shower and go for breakfast in the large dining room at 7.30. You will be given your day's duties then. Lunch will be around midday, dinner at 6pm. You will be in bed by 10pm, lights out 11pm.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan poured the tea and handed the Baron his cup and saucer. Fetching his own cup, he returned to the Baron who told him “Sit down.” Jonathan sat on the floor at the Baron's feet and sipped his tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It's not all hard work, though.” the Baron continued, “there will also be regular exercise, sport and recreation. You will be expected to maintain yourself as well as the house.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes, Sir.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Gavin has explained to you that you must follow orders given to you by the staff. That mainly includes the security staff such as Gavin, Steve and other men who are dressed like them. What you must remember at all times is that your body belongs to me. Just because you are naked it does not mean that you are a common tart.” His voice hardened. “Disobedience will be punished. Do you understand?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes, Sir!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Good. Now show me that you know your place.” He extended one of his feet towards Jonathan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He knew what was expected of him. Setting down his cup and saucer he leaned down and took the tall boot in his hands, cradling it gently. Then he bent his mouth towards the toe and kissed it. He breathed in the aroma of the leather. The boots were highly polished and were wonderfully warm and smooth. Jonathan made himself comfortable, lying flat on his stomach as he ran his tongue all over the leather. His eyes were closed but somehow he could feel the Baron's eyes on his body. He hoped that Sir was enjoying the view of his back and bum as he worked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He felt excitement rising in him, yet at the same time a feeling of relaxed contentment. This was exactly where he belonged, at the feet of this great man, worshipping him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Baron reached down and stroked his hair, his neck and shoulders. Jonathan's tongue moved up the length of the tall boot, his saliva adding to the shine. He lost himself in adoration, moving in circles and trying to cover every inch of the leather. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He moved onto the other boot, repositioning his body. The Baron reached down and stroked his back, running his hand down and cupping the curve of his buttocks. Jonathan gasped, catching his breath as his heart began to beat faster. His prick became hard again, pressing into the carpet beneath him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Baron patted Jonathan on the bum and took hold of his head, directing it up towards his crotch. Jonathan was delighted to find a large hard bulge pressing against the front of the man's trousers. He kissed it, licked it, sniffed it, encouraging it to become bigger and harder. The Baron moaned appreciably and moved Jonathan's head aside while he unbuttoned the fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cock that emerged was a long, thick curved beauty. Jonathan inhaled the fresh, clean aroma of the Baron's manhood and pressed his lips to the base, kissing gently and then licking the shaft. The Baron began to breath heavily, continuing to stroke Jonathan's hair as he worked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He opened wide and took it all in, taking his time to give his throat chance to relax. He sucked gently, coaxing the stalk deep inside. With his hands he massaged the man's strong thighs. They were carved out of solid muscle. Taking a deep breath he raised himself up so that the head of the cock was between his lips. Then, in one fluid motion, he sank down so that it penetrated him fully. His nose pressed against the Baron's pubic curls as he buried the thick horn in his throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Baron groaned with pleasure, much to Jonathan's delight. He worked slowly, massaging the head and shaft with his lips and tongue, bathing it in saliva. It tasted sweet and he savoured every inch of it, lost in worship, concentrating on doing the best job he could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That's a good boy.” the Baron said softly, caressing Jonathan's hair, ears, chin, arms, chest... his fingers stroked Jonathan's pert nipples, sending little electric shocks through his body. He gasped, difficult with a mouth full of hard meat, shivers travelling down his spine. His prick throbbed as it slid up against one of the spit-shined boots. He moaned and reached down to touch himself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“STOP!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Baron pushed him away sharply. Jonathan fell backwards as the Baron stood up, falling back onto the carpet, stunned. The man glared down at him, his proud cock pointing upwards and now looking angry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I did NOT tell you to touch yourself!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I'm sorry, Sir!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man tucked his erection away and buttoned up his fly. “Stand up, boy. Bend over the desk.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan did as he was told, his mind racing. He had been in the great man's presence such a short time and had ruined everything already. A terrible sick feeling filled his stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Baron walked around the back of the desk and reached underneath. He took out a pair of leather cuffs attached to chains and snapped them over Jonathan's wrists. He then went behind Jonathan and fixed something similar around each ankle. He pulled on some chains under the desk and all four points were stretched taught. Jonathan was pulled forward over the desk by his arms but with each ankle held near one of the legs of the desk, far apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the Baron went to the fireplace and picked up a cane that was propped up there. “I can see you need reminding of how things are going to work from now on.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a whistling sound and the first blow struck him hard across the buttocks. It was a sharp sting that hurt more than he was expecting, driving all other feelings from his body. He could not help crying out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second landed exactly where the first had. This time he shrieked, piercing the tranquility of the study. The pain was like fire. He instinctively jerked, pulling on his bonds, but they held firm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was barely time to register each wave of pain before the next one eclipsed it. He howled, his cries pathetic to his own ears, humiliating him. He wriggled and struggled but there was no escaping the punishment. Each stroke made him cry out louder, until his strength failed him and all he could manage was a desperate moaning whimper. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fourth strike, then a fifth, and a final sixth that was harder than all the rest and made him scream. His body went rigid with shock, trembling even after the Baron had finished and put away his cane.  Tears soaked his cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was released and slid to the floor in a heap. Sobs still racked him and he pressed his hands against the carpet, feeling the room tilt. He was aware of the Baron returning to his previous position on the sofa and drinking his tea, waiting for the boy to recover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few minutes his breathing returned to normal, though his whole body was throbbing. Firmly, but without anger, the Baron said “Come here, boy.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan crawled to him. Reaching the boots he put his arms around them and laid his tear-stained face on the shiny leather. Baron Michael reached down and gently stroked his hair. Softly he said “Remember this lesson, Jonathan. Remember what happens when you displease me.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan croaked “Yes... Sir..”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I know you will be a good, obedient boy in time. I know you will make me proud.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan stayed in that position for a long time, breathing in the smell of the Baron's boots, holding onto his strong legs, feeling sad but calm, and a little comforted by the knowledge that he had paid for his mistake. He was in a strange new world now, very different to his old life. He didn't know exactly what to expect. But here, at his Master's feet, he felt safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a class="TextLinkNoninterfering" href="http://ropetop.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.ropetop.com/rtlogoss.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;dt&gt;RopeTop.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811533495437105276-1145840508185452678?l=ropetopics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/feeds/1145840508185452678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/2009/03/barons-stable-part-8.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811533495437105276/posts/default/1145840508185452678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811533495437105276/posts/default/1145840508185452678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/2009/03/barons-stable-part-8.html' title='The Baron&apos;s Stable - Part 8'/><author><name>RopeTop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09189062576772217706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoIj3IsmjLo/S-_8N6FyWUI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Nex2ljbSBaA/S220/ej09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811533495437105276.post-955917826254324572</id><published>2009-03-30T01:01:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T23:54:57.269+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Baron's Stable - Part 7</title><content type='html'>He knew he was shedding more than just his clothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing, he slipped his T-shirt off over his head and laid it on the chair. He felt the men's eyes on his body. He was proud of his physique, he worked hard to look the way he did. He wouldn't call himself muscular exactly, but what muscle he did have were toned and defined very nicely. His torso was smooth and sculpted in all the right places. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He took off his trainers and socks as the two men watched him. In the big hall the silence seemed oppressive. As he slipped off his jeans and slid them down his legs he saw the tent in his cotton shorts and felt a flush rise to his cheeks. How would they interpret his erection?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was no question of hesitating under their serious gaze. He stepped out of his shorts and dropped them on top of the pile, standing straight as if to attention. As did his prick. It wasn't the biggest penis in the world, he knew, but he always felt that the rest of him made up for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behind him, Steve was picking up Jonathan's clothes and packing them away in a cardboard box. Gavin nodded to him. “Thank you, Steve.” Once he had finished packing, Steve took the box and Jonathan's rucksack and left the hall. Jonathan frowned, turning to watch him go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Stand up straight.” Gavin said, a steely edge to his voice. Jonathan jumped, obeying, his hands at his sides. The big man inspected him, his brow furrowing. “Turn around.” Once again he obeyed, displaying his rear. He had been told it was his best feature. He knew it was far above average.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Turn back.” The big man was looking straight into his eyes now. “You will obey all instructions given to you by myself, the doctor and any other staff employed by the Baron, unless those commands conflict with instructions given to you by the Baron himself. Do you understand?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes. Sir.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gavin consulted a clipboard. “Jonathan Hawthorne, twenty-three years old, from Knightsbridge, London. Actor. No health problems. You maintain a good level of fitness?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes, Sir.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“OK, Jonathan, come here.” the doctor said, summoning him behind the desk. He weighed Jonathan on an old-fashioned set of scales and measured his height. “Five foot seven, one hundred and sixty-one pounds.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A series of thorough medical examinations followed, after which Gavin put him through some strenuous exercises to test his fitness levels. It was nothing beyond his abilities, though he was glossy with sweat and breathing hard by the time he had finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“One final test, Jonathan,” the doctor said “get onto the bench here.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He hopped up onto the leather bench and watched as the doctor attached a pair of metal arms to the end. Each arm reached upwards and ended in a stirrup cup. The doctor positioned Jonathan's feet in the stirrups and slipped on a pair of rubber gloves. He then inserted his finger for a rectal examination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan had long since lost his erection thanks to the exercises Gavin had made him do, but as the doctor's lubricated fingertip found his prostate, it started to return. Noticing this, the doctor nodded with approval, but without smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He took a large clear object from the trolley which Jonathan did not recognise at first. It looked liked like a shoe-horn made out of glass. It was a speculum. The doctor lubricated the contraption and inserted it into Jonathan's still moist hole. It was uncomfortable, Jonathan was not used to something that size and shape inside him. He gasped and bit his lip a little as it was pushed in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor widened the device, opening Jonathan's hole up for inspection. The pressure on his ring of muscle was considerable and Jonathan felt fresh sweat break out on his forehead. His breathing became heavy again as he tried to force his body to relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pulling up a chair, the doctor sat down between Jonathan's legs and shone a pen light into the opened orifice. It didn't last very long, but he was glad when it was over and the thing was removed. He was ready to be removed from the stirrups, but it seemed the doctor had not finished. He took something else from the trolley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a long, thin device that seemed to be made from plastic and metal, with bands running around it from one end to the other. One end was blunt, the other had wires extended from it. The doctor rubbed some lubricant over the whole length of it and inserted the blunt end into Jonathan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What is that thing?” he asked. He tried to hide the fear in his voice but failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“A very expensive and very specialised piece of equipment.” the doctor replied. Slowly but surely, he pushed until the contraption was fully inserted. It was about eight inches long, though not too thick, and Jonathan took it without too much difficulty, though his breathing quickened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gavin stood behind the doctor, his large arms folded across his chest, watching the proceedings with a serious look on his face. The doctor picked up a small box that was attached to the wires trailing from the exposed end of the device, and pressed a few buttons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan gasped. The thing inside him started to grow thicker, somehow expanding. “OK, Jonathan, I want you to squeeze hard with your anal muscles. As hard as you can, for five seconds. Now.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He did as he was told, while the doctor watched a tiny screen on the box. Gavin gazed down at the test subject, his face impassive, studying Jonathan's face and body as the doctor examined him internally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan followed the doctor's instructions, gripping the device hard with his ass several times. His prick was fully hard now, the bulbous head bobbing against his flat groin. His chest glistened with fresh sweat as he worked. The doctor nodded. “It's a good reading, but it could be better. I will give you some exercises to do as part of your regime to tone your pelvic muscles.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again Jonathan relaxed, but still the examination was not over. The doctor made some adjustments to the box. Jonathan felt a warm tingling inside him. He gasped as the sensation intensified, becoming a pulse that throbbed inside him. He felt it deep inside him, and it seemed to spread slowly outwards through his lower body like hot liquid in his bloodstream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His erection began to ache. It was almost painful and he desperately wanted to grab it and give himself relief, but Gavin was glaring down at him intently. The big man's eyes were forbidding. Jonathan moaned, unsure if he was feeling pain or pleasure. His heart was beating faster as if he were doing more press-ups. He couldn't help but breath faster, and felt himself become a little light-headed as he hyperventilated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waves of sensation began to wash over him, centred deep in his ass and throbbing in the root of his dick. He felt his legs tremble and his toes tingle. His hands gripped the edge of the bench, his muscles shaking. He felt his nipples harden. His vision became blurred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His orgasm took him by surprise and his cry was like a mixture of pain and fear. The explosion of sensation filled his whole body and he shook as if he were having an epileptic seizure. He felt hot seed hitting his chest, neck and face and heard laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opening his eyes, he saw Gavin laughing down at him. He felt confused as the waves abated, like a shipwrecked sailor left high and dry by the receding tide. His head was spinning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing inside him was returning to its original size. The doctor removed it carefully and turned away from the bench to tend to his equipment. Jonathan lay shaking, exhausted, feeling lost. Gavin chuckled, reaching down and ruffling his sweaty hair with a large strong hand. His voice had a little softness in it as he said “The showers are through there. Go get yourself cleaned up, lad. The Baron will see you in about ten minutes. Don't keep him waiting.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan nodded and slowly disentangled his feet from the stirrups, carefully climbing down off the bench. On trembling legs he made his way towards the showers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a class="TextLinkNoninterfering" href="http://ropetop.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.ropetop.com/rtlogoss.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;dt&gt;RopeTop.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811533495437105276-955917826254324572?l=ropetopics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/feeds/955917826254324572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/2009/03/barons-stable-part-7.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811533495437105276/posts/default/955917826254324572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811533495437105276/posts/default/955917826254324572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/2009/03/barons-stable-part-7.html' title='The Baron&apos;s Stable - Part 7'/><author><name>RopeTop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09189062576772217706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoIj3IsmjLo/S-_8N6FyWUI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Nex2ljbSBaA/S220/ej09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811533495437105276.post-3148530550204672457</id><published>2009-03-27T22:23:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-03-30T23:54:43.422+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Baron's Stable - Part 6</title><content type='html'>His bunk was like heaven. A single bed with a simple mattress, pillow and duvet – very meagre compared to his king-size bed in his Knightsbridge flat - but to Jonathan it was luxurious after his ordeal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dormitory was huge and contained nearly thirty beds. It was smart in a spartan way, like an army barracks. The main difference was that there were no lockers. Within the Baron's estate, the boys owned nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan felt sleep tugging at him and was happy to give in to its embrace. It seemed so long ago now since he had surrendered his clothes and every item in his possession to the guards in the gatehouse, but it had only been three weeks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His memories were crystal clear, however...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a beautiful May morning. The sky above the remote Cambridgeshire train station was a pale, fresh blue. Jonathan stood on the grass verge with his rucksack on his back, sipping from his bottle of mineral water. The village was still asleep, the early sun casting long shadows and painting the red brick chimneys of the houses with a buttery glow. It was peaceful, idyllic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which was not how he felt. His heart was tripping over itself. In the cool sunshine he was sweating. Excitement and fear were mixed within him, perfectly balanced. He was alert, alive and acutely aware of everything around him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Land Rover appeared from around the corner of a slumbering pub and pulled up alongside him. The sound of the motor shattered the tranquility of his surroundings. Highly polished chrome gleamed. The driver was a fit man in his thirties dressed in a khaki green sleeveless T-shirt, black leather trousers and boots, with mirror-shade sunglasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Jonathan Hawthorne?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes.” he replied, his voice too loud in his ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Good morning, I'm Steve. Let's go and meet the Baron, shall we?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A warm, strong voice, friendly but with an assertive tone to it. Jonathan climbed into the passenger seat, his rucksack on his lap. Steve smiled and turned the vehicle around, heading away from the village.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Good journey?” the driver asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes, thanks. How far is it to the Manor?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We'll be there in about half an hour.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan nodded, his head full of questions but all of them whirling around like papers caught in a strong wind. He could not catch them and put them into any kind of order. This man probably thought he was stupid ... a posh dumb blond kid who doesn't know what he's getting into. He licked his dry lips and said “Are there many other boys there?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“All your questions will be answered when we arrive.” Steve said, in that same warm but firm tone. No more discussions. The rest of the journey passed by in silence but for the sound of the engine. They sped down country lanes, past fields of wheat and corn, lazy-looking sheep and bored-looking cows. Deeper and deeper into the countryside they travelled, the sun slowly climbing, greenery blazing around them, swallowing them up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually the Manor appeared in the distance, a grand Georgian building behind a high wall. There were a few smaller buildings nearby, some of which looked newer, but no other dwellings were in sight. The Baron clearly had no immediate neighbours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They pulled up to a large wrought-iron gate. Steve waved at a mounted CCTV camera on the wall and the gates opened. They drove up a long drive, past well-manicured lawns and well-tended flowerbeds. Jonathan admired the beautiful surroundings. It was like something out of a Victorian romantic novel. It was almost like stepping back in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he saw the first naked boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were two of them jogging across the lawn. One was in his twenties, tall and fit, dark-haired and very handsome. The second was shorter, younger-looking, with a mischievous cute smile as he waved at Steve. The driver laughed and returned the wave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan was struck by how comfortable they looked, totally naked in the brightening sunshine, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Which, he felt, it certainly should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve parked the Land Rover round the side of the Manor by some big wooden barns. He led Jonathan back to the front of the building and into the main entrance. A richly patterned parquet floor lay beneath Jonathan's feet as he followed Steve through a large, airy foyer decorated with plants, paintings and vases. It was obviously the home of a rich man, and a rich man who liked to live in comfort and style, but it was not over the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They went down a long corridor and emerged in a courtyard containing trees in blossom around an ornamental fountain. Stone cherubs cavorted in silvery splashing streams, their smooth nakedness gleaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They came to a building behind the main house and entered a large sports hall. Long wooden benches lined the walls and climbing frames led up to high windows. Sunlight came through them in slanted shafts. Their footsteps echoed in the big empty space. At the far end a large table had been set up, behind which sat a young red-haired man dressed casually. On a chair nearby sat a man dressed the same as Steve, but this man was older, about fifty or so, with close-cropped grey hair, very muscular with lots of tattoos decorating both arms. Behind the desk was a doctor's bench and a small trolley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve closed the door behind them. “Jonathan Hawthorne!” he announced. Jonathan felt a little embarrassed, as if he was some kind of honoured guest who did not deserve the honour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tattooed man stood, beaming warmly. “Good morning, Jonathan! Welcome to Baron Michael's house. I am Gavin, I am in charge of security on the estate. This is Doctor Buckley, who is responsible for everyone's health and well-being. I trust you had a good trip?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gavin had a rich Welsh accent and a strong bearing, making Jonathan sense that he was in the presence of a military man. Probably ex-forces, he decided. Gavin reached out to shake hands, and his grip was characteristically firm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes, thank you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Take a seat.” Jonathan sat down opposite the big man. “The doctor and I will be asking you some questions and conducting an examination. Now, you have received the Terms and Conditions of Service, and you fully understand and accept them?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan nodded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gavin took a slim folder from the desk and brought out a copy of the document Jonathan had read in great detail many times over the past few days, wrestling with his indecision to undertake this adventure or not. “Once you sign, you are bound by the agreement for the minimum four week period. If you have any reservations, now is the time to voice them.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan's mouth felt dry again. The two men regarded him calmly. This was all suddenly very real. It was not a game. Dr Buckley pushed a pen towards him, and Jonathan's hand was shaking as he picked it up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;This is it. No turning back.&lt;/span&gt; Part of him was terrified. Giving up control in this way was to step into an unknown world. He could say no thank you and leave, turn his back on this whole experience. Go back to his safe, cosy life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too safe. Too cosy. If you turn away now you will never know what could have happened. And how many times will you think back to this moment and feel regret?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biting his bottom lip, he signed his name on the dotted line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gavin and the doctor exchanged smiles. Gavin took the document and filed it away. The doctor nodded and said “OK, Jonathan, take off your clothes.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a class="TextLinkNoninterfering" href="http://ropetop.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.ropetop.com/rtlogoss.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;dt&gt;RopeTop.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811533495437105276-3148530550204672457?l=ropetopics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/feeds/3148530550204672457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/2009/03/barons-stable-part-6.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811533495437105276/posts/default/3148530550204672457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811533495437105276/posts/default/3148530550204672457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/2009/03/barons-stable-part-6.html' title='The Baron&apos;s Stable - Part 6'/><author><name>RopeTop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09189062576772217706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoIj3IsmjLo/S-_8N6FyWUI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Nex2ljbSBaA/S220/ej09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811533495437105276.post-8204475812625672161</id><published>2009-03-26T21:51:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-03-30T23:54:27.874+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Baron's Stable - Part 5</title><content type='html'>Mick found a couch and laid the boy down gently. He looked pretty out of it. Mick turned to the Baron. “Sir, I think he needs a rest. This whole thing has taken a lot out of him.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baron Michael nodded, stroking his chin and frowning. “Jonathan did very well in his fitness test, but yes, I expect this ordeal has been a bit of a strain. Stay with him, I'll get Stefan to check on him. And you and Terry, too. You're bleeding.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, this is nothing, Sir. Don't worry about me.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Mick, I know you're as tough as your steel toe-caps, but at least let Stefan put some ice on you. I want you with me when I go to the club later, preferably without too much of a shiner. ”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mick chuckled. “Yes, OK, Sir!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Baron walked into the hall. “Stefan!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terry followed Mick into the lounge, carrying his belt, shirt and also Mick's. As Mick knelt down at Jonathan's side, Terry passed him his stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Thanks mate. Get me some water for the kid?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terry had a water bottle attached to his belt. He passed it to Mick, who unscrewed the top and put it to Jonathan's lips, gently pouring. The boy responded at once, taking the bottle from him and sucking hungrily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Not too fast, babe. Take it easy.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stefan came rushing in, the short, skinny nurse. Despite being naked like all the other boys, he always maintained an air of dignity about him. He bustled over to Jonathan and brushed Mick aside tartly. “Give him some air!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mick looked at Terry and chuckled. “Yes, Sir!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“And sit down, both of you. I want to see what damage you've managed to inflict on each other.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two guards obeyed the fussy little medic, who was taking Jonathan's pulse and gazing into his pupils. “He'll live. A little dehydration, a few bumps and scratches. He's got rope burns, is that your doing?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“He was struggling!” Mick protested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hmph!” Stefan turned to him and took hold of his chin, turning his head one way, then another. Mick smiled at him. Stefan was one of the Baron's slightly older boys, about 29, 30, something like that, but with the usual youthful freshness about him. Dark hair, intense green eyes, he was French or something, with a wiry physique. Beautiful smooth skin, a little spray of chest hair. “I'll put an ice pack on that. Anything else hurt?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mick stroked Stefan's slim, silky hip. “No, I feel good all over.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nurse pulled away sharply. “You've had your fun, soldier!” He turned to Terry. “What about you?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terry smirked, stroking his crotch. A large, stiff bulge was pressing up against the leather. “Well, I do have an ache down here, from watching those two. Anything you can give me for that?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stefan gave him a withering look. “You know the rules. I can't service anyone without the Baron's permission, and he doesn't whore me out to the guards. Why don't you two suck each other off?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheeky little bastard! Mick couldn't help laughing, though. He also couldn't help noticing Stefan's prick twitching just a little. “Come on, Stef, think of it as therapy!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy ignored him, taking an ice pack from his bag and pressing it to the side of Mick's face. He then turned his back on them to go back to Jonathan. Mick admired the view of Stefan's pert little bottom as he helped Jonathan stand to take him to the dormitory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the boys had gone, Mick turned to Terry and said “Give me some of that water!” He held the ice to his temple with one hand, taking the bottle from Terry with the other. “Damn the rules, I reckon he wanted us both.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terry smirked, shaking his head. “He'd get a serious whipping and you and me would be out on our ears, mate. There's gonna be plenty of hot willing ass at the club tonight, you know that. They can't resist bodyguards. Something about that air of mystery... Now, come on, you're off duty the rest of the day, aren't you? Me too, let's go get a drink.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Terry, all I want to do now is sleep for about a week!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The yoga class is on...” Terry added slyly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mick suddenly perked up. “What the fuck are we waiting for? Let's go!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The courtyard between them and the guard's rec room was currently occupied by about twenty boys on little mats, going through their yoga stretches in the sunshine. The sight of all those fit naked bodies contorting themselves in various different interesting positions always held Mick's attention. They got a beer each from the rec room and sat on the low wall, watching the boys bend, stretch and twist. He was always amazed at what they could do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leon, the yoga instructor, led the boys through their movements from his place beneath the big cherry tree. He was about 27 and had the most amazing physique, as if he was carved out of lean muscle. As he was also naked, everything was on show, and it was perfection. Mick and Terry watched with interest as the boys contorted their beautiful forms in response to his lead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terry sniggered. “You know, this isn't doing my hard-on any good!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy nearest them heard this and raised his eyebrows. He was a cute guy, early twenties, Vietnamese or something, beautiful skin. Like all the Baron's boys he was in great shape, lean and toned. Sir liked to make sure they stayed that way, so they had regular fitness classes, including gym, sports, runs, pilates and yoga to keep them nice and supple. Mick heartily approved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leon stood tall, reaching both hands up towards the sky, legs together. The sun played over his sculpted torso nicely. He then bent at the waist, placing both palms on the grass between his feet, his legs straight, and then tucked his head between his calves, hugging his legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys flowed suit, and the Vietnamese boy's silky bubble-butt pointed directly at Mick, a tantalising pink rosebud seeming to peer at him with interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mick felt his cock stir once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hold for a slow count of ten, boys.” Leon said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mick couldn't help himself. He stood up and poured a little trickle of cold beer from his can into the &lt;br /&gt;smooth cleft. The boy gasped as it splashed his sensitive hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mick sank his middle finger into the tight, silky orifice, hearing the boy grunt but not protest. He pushed in deeper, feeling the boy's muscles grip his finger. Finding the soft prostate he stroked it a few times. The boy made soft, quiet sounds that could have been whimpers. Mick felt the boy's pulse, warm and strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“And up.” Leon said, straightening. Mick pulled his finger out quickly. A bit too quickly. The boy yelped and everyone else looked round at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terry took Mick by the arm and dragged him away. “You're going to get us both killed, you stupid wanker!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mick laughed but let himself by led off towards the mansion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a class="TextLinkNoninterfering" href="http://ropetop.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.ropetop.com/rtlogoss.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;dt&gt;RopeTop.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811533495437105276-8204475812625672161?l=ropetopics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/feeds/8204475812625672161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/2009/03/barons-stable-part-5.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811533495437105276/posts/default/8204475812625672161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811533495437105276/posts/default/8204475812625672161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/2009/03/barons-stable-part-5.html' title='The Baron&apos;s Stable - Part 5'/><author><name>RopeTop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09189062576772217706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoIj3IsmjLo/S-_8N6FyWUI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Nex2ljbSBaA/S220/ej09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811533495437105276.post-5263162051584952839</id><published>2009-03-24T02:52:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-03-30T23:46:23.279+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Baron's Stable - Part 4</title><content type='html'>Jonathan's world was spinning around him. Was it the heat? Was it his exhaustion, his thirst?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Baron pulled up on the rope and Jonathan was yanked uncomfortably upright, his wrists twisting up his back, his back arching, his pelvis pointing outwards. Pointing towards the man who was walking towards him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fighter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big, strong, hairy, sweaty, bloody, bruised, brutal... and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;intent&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan felt torn, uncertain of anything – his own mind, his own desires. Mick was a big ugly brute, rough and unpleasant. If Jonathan saw him in a club he would not even bother to look down his nose at the guy. He was way below the radar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why was his heart beating so fast? Why was his cock betraying him, twitching into life once again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mick was unbuttoning his leather trousers as he approached, his dark eyes slightly glazed as he stared down at Jonathan's upturned face. For the first time, Jonathan really looked at the man, really saw him. Around six foot, very broad upper body, rugged features, his bearing proudful, arrogant, but somehow balanced by qualities that Jonathan had not noticed before and could still not see clearly. There was more to him, hidden depths. How had he tracked him down in the park? How had he beaten the younger, fitter opponent when he should have been weakened by his labours? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was this man?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mick reached him and brushed his hair, caressed his cheek. One dirty, rough finger stroked Jonathan's lower lip. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I won you fair and square, kiddo. Twice!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He took out his cock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was thick and sweaty and starting to stiffen in his hand. He pulled back the foreskin to reveal a fat purple head like some swollen fruit. A ripe fruit, it had a strong smell to it. Not pleasant. Not nice. But not repulsive either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan gazed up into Mick's eyes and opened his mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mick brushed the fat purple cock head against Jonathan's dry lips. The moisture was like nectar. He was so thirsty his body didn't care what kind of moisture it was. The sweat and precum of an older man's cock brought his tongue to life, started his saliva flowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He kissed it, tasting its salty, bitter tang. He put out his tongue and licked the underside of the head, his lips caressing the bulge of it. He was still savouring the taste when Mick took hold of his head in both hands and pushed forward with his hips, driving the cock inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan gagged as his mouth was invaded and the fat cock head struck the back of his throat. His body convulsed but he could not move; the Baron was still holding him by the ropes and Mick had a vice-like grip on his skull as he slowly slid his fat meat in and out of Jonathan's mouth. His lips, moist now, rolled smoothly over the swelling knob of Mick's cock as it slipped between them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forcing himself to relax, Jonathan breathed in through his nose and began to work the meat with his mouth, timing the contractions of his mouth with the man's rhythm. He felt it gradually get bigger and harder between his lips and teeth, forcing his jaw open wider. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mick was breathing heavily, as if he were still fighting. His meat became a hard spike, pushing deeper, demanding entry. Jonathan concentrated on relaxing and opened his throat to accommodate the intruder. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fully engorged now, the man thrust in up to the hilt, impaling Jonathan's head on his rigid pole. Jonathan moaned at the sudden penetration, an involuntary reflex, and felt his throat vibrate against the invading hard flesh. He was totally trapped, totally filled and fixed in position, at the mercy of the man's stabbing organ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He struggled to control his breathing, sucking in air through his nostrils as Mick plunged in and out, his head filling with the scent of the man's damp, sweaty crotch. Mick had hold of Jonathan's hair now, gripping handfuls as he pistoned his hips backwards and forwards, faster now. The man was not content to let Jonathan do the work, to show off his skills, to savour the feel of the silky soft lips and expert throat... No, he was impatient, hungry, bestial. He just wanted to fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This big rough bastard probably hates me as much as he lusts after me, Jonathan thought. He probably thinks that just because I speak English correctly that I'm some poor little rich kid, born into the lap of privilege and high society. Well I don't care what you think of me, you thick piece of council estate scum, you don't know anything about me. To you I'm just a piece of meat to be used. See if I care, you ignorant big lunk. See if I give a fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As these thoughts went through Jonathan's mind he was fully aware of the growing discomfort in his body and all the different sources it came from. The ropes biting into his skin. His arms pulled far up his back. The fat, hard cock pounding his throat like a battering ram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And his own erection, ignored by everyone, so hard it was aching. He was sure if anything brushed against his swollen prick he would cum instantly. It would be like a trigger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mick cried out suddenly, his thrusts coming to an abrupt end as he rammed as deep as possible into Jonathan's throat and held position. Jonathan's nose was crushed against the man's crotch and public hair and he couldn't breathe. As Mick's hot, salty load flooded him, Jonathan began to suffocate and struggled. Mick was oblivious, lost in his ecstasy. Jonathan's throat spasmed around the twitching monster that was buried inside it, involuntarily coaxing more and more of the bitter juice from the man's body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as he felt he was about to black out, Mick released him, letting go of his hair and stepping back, his still rigid, curved pole slipping out of Jonathan's mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Baron let go of the rope. Unsupported now, Jonathan fell to the side, coughing up the last remains of Mick's spunk, gasping for breath. He lay on his side on the grass, spluttering, his chest heaving as he gulped in air. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was dimly aware of people moving around him, of the Baron crouching down and brushing sweaty hair out of his face, tenderly. Patting him on the ass and saying “Good boy. You did well.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He couldn't speak. He wanted to ask for water; the man's hot salty jism had aggravated his thirst and his mouth felt like it was on fire. He couldn't focus his eyes, the sun was so bright it was as if someone had turned up its power a hundredfold. It roasted his skin. He was so weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rope was untied. His limbs flopped on the grass. He was picked up, big arms cradling him, his head resting against a damp, hairy chest as he was carried into the blessed cool shade of the house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a class="TextLinkNoninterfering" href="http://ropetop.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.ropetop.com/rtlogoss.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;dt&gt;RopeTop.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811533495437105276-5263162051584952839?l=ropetopics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/feeds/5263162051584952839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/2009/03/barons-stable-part-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811533495437105276/posts/default/5263162051584952839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811533495437105276/posts/default/5263162051584952839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/2009/03/barons-stable-part-4.html' title='The Baron&apos;s Stable - Part 4'/><author><name>RopeTop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09189062576772217706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoIj3IsmjLo/S-_8N6FyWUI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Nex2ljbSBaA/S220/ej09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811533495437105276.post-1379810638246741464</id><published>2009-03-23T22:24:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-03-30T23:43:54.383+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Baron's Stable - Part 3</title><content type='html'>Mick and Terry moved out into the middle of the lawn. It wouldn't do to trample the Baron's well-tended flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gardeners had stopped their work to watch. Had he noticed, no doubt the Baron would have reprimanded them, but he was just as intent as they were on the spectacle. Mick was as amused by the situation as Terry was, but he remembered to stay focussed. The best man would win, and he intended to be the best man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mick had not had a good scrap in a long time, but he was sure his instincts would not desert him now. He knew Terry was a regular at the inner city wrestling club, and did a bit of kick boxing on the side, but had never seen him in action. This would be interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two men moved cautiously towards each other, arms slightly raised, both smiling. Mick found himself slightly distracted by the other guy's body. Well-developed, Terry looked like he was bursting with health and power. Mick suddenly felt the weight of the sun on his bare shoulders and the strain of the recent hunt. He had run for over an hour, then carried the boy back here, a good four miles at least. In contrast, Terry looked fresh as a fucking daisy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He pushed all doubts from his mind. He had been through worse. Much worse, and had not given up. He chanced a quick glance to his right. Jonathan was on his knees, still bound, watching them and frowning, his lips pushed out ever so slightly. Those lips looked absolutely heavenly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terry darted in, taking advantage of Mick's moment of distraction, and aimed a low punch to the stomach. Mick saw the sudden movement out the corner of his eye and started to twist away from it, but only partly dodged the attack, and Terry's fist connected hard with his side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a strong blow, but Mick hardly felt the pain, reacting instantly, lashing out with his left arm in a side strike to Terry's nose. Terry blocked it and brought up his knee towards Mick's solar plexus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mick cut down with his right arm, blocking it, and then swept his left leg round, tripping Terry. His opponent fell but rolled away on the grass, springing to his feet just out of reach like an acrobat, beaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Oh, very fucking pleased with yourself, aren't you, dojo boy?&lt;/span&gt; Mick jumped towards him, aiming another kick, low towards Terry's shins. Terry dodged it easily, disturbing Mick's balance, and delivered a very successful snap-punch to Mick's right temple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Bastard! &lt;/span&gt;Mick spat inside his ringing head, but he was already ignoring the pain, seeing the follow-up about to be launched, and ready for it. He deflected Terry's second punch, grabbing his wrist and spinning, pulling Terry forward, adding to his own momentum, unbalancing him, and then twisting the other way, sending Terry in a short, sharp arc to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mick fell onto Terry, who was already struggling to escape the hold, but with limited success. He wriggled out of the lock Mick had been planning but Mick had him, his weight smothering the younger guy. Terry flailed his arms as Mick tried to grab them, his elbow striking Mick in the mouth. Mick pushed his forearm forward, towards Terry's throat, and leaned into it to add his weight to the attack. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terry's legs wriggled free and sprang up, clamping around Mick's waist and squeezing. Mick groaned at the gradually mounting pain, breathing getting more difficult with each passing second. Leaning back, he placed both hands against Terry's thighs and tried to prize them apart. But Terry held on grimly, his muscular legs as firm and tight as a vice. They were welded together, pelvis to pelvis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mick lifted up onto his knees, leaning back further, out of the reach of Terry's fists, and continued to push down and outwards against Terry's thighs. It was strength against strength now. And Mick felt his fading away like mist under the blazing hot sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still his determination, his stubborn, bullish defiance burned within him. It was a deep part of his character, and it had shaped his life and saved his life many times over the years. Shutting everything else out of his mind, he maintained pressure on Terry's thighs, feeling his arms tremble with the effort, feeling fresh sweat break out all over his baking body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It could only have been a few seconds, though it felt a lot longer, but eventually he felt the iron grip of Terry's legs begin to falter. Strength was a winner, but no-one could maintain that kind of power indefinitely. One of them would reach his breaking point soon. Very soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terry groaned as Mick succeeded in pushing his legs a few inches wider, and then Mick was free, sliding out of the death grip sideways, grabbing for Terry's arms again. But Terry was already twisting, away from him. Mick fell onto him, fighting for control. Terry twisted the other way, but Mick's weight held him down. Mick's arm snaked forward and down, under Terry's neck and up again the other side. Mick grabbed his own wrist and squeezed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terry's head was trapped, Mick's huge meaty arm pressing into his throat. Terry tried to wriggle free but Mick piled on the pressure until he saw Terry's ears go bright pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few seconds Terry stopped struggling and tapped Mick's arm weakly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“YES!” Mick released him, jumping to his feet, laughing joyously. The blazing sun was no longer a cruel tormentor, it lit up the world around him in glorious colour and sang like fire in his blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baron Michael was clapping. “Bravo, Mick! Bravo.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still laughing, Mick reached down to help Terry up off the grass. The loser was too weak to stand, and sat with his arms hanging limp between his legs. Gasping and chuckling, he panted “You... have got... some fucking... &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;stamina&lt;/span&gt;, mate!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That's me. Never give up.” He was breathless himself, but light-headed with the exhilaration of the fight. He could taste his own blood in his mouth and felt the dull ache of the blows he'd taken. His muscles ached and his chest hair was sticky with sweat. But he felt alive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His bullish spirit had triumphed again. All his life it had been the same. He was a tough guy but no Superman. There were many things in the world that could hurt him. But nothing –&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; nothing&lt;/span&gt; – was worse than giving up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Mick!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He turned to the Baron, who was now standing behind the kneeling form of Jonathan, beaming. The boy was gaping at Mick with an expression that was hard to read but seemed to contain shock, horror, disbelief, confusion and... excitement?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Baron had hold of the rope binding Jonathan's chest and arms and pulled it upwards, bringing Jonathan higher up onto his knees. The boy looked uncomfortable in his bonds, his body still marked with dirt and grass from his chase and capture, but that only made him look all the more desirable. His mouth – those full, beautiful lips – trembled. He gazed up at Mick as if looking at something that had never walked the earth before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mick turned towards them and took a deep breath. The Baron nodded and said “Congratulations. And now, as they say, to the victor – the spoils!” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a class="TextLinkNoninterfering" href="http://ropetop.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.ropetop.com/rtlogoss.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;dt&gt;RopeTop.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811533495437105276-1379810638246741464?l=ropetopics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/feeds/1379810638246741464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/2009/03/barons-stable-part-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811533495437105276/posts/default/1379810638246741464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811533495437105276/posts/default/1379810638246741464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/2009/03/barons-stable-part-3.html' title='The Baron&apos;s Stable - Part 3'/><author><name>RopeTop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09189062576772217706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoIj3IsmjLo/S-_8N6FyWUI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Nex2ljbSBaA/S220/ej09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811533495437105276.post-6427687988603725511</id><published>2009-03-23T20:44:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-03-30T23:40:36.549+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Baron's Stable - Part 2</title><content type='html'>Despite his exhaustion, Jonathan was in no danger of dozing off on the big man's shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun burned onto his back as he was carried back to the manor. He could feel his hard-on pressing against the man's sweaty chest, rubbing up and down against the green khaki shirt with every step. Despite the man's obvious strength and firm grip on Jonathan's body, the boy couldn't dismiss the fear of being dropped. He had been picked up and carried before, but not with his arms and legs tied. He had never felt so vulnerable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a long way back. The man must have been worn out from chasing him, but showed no sign of faltering; his progress was steady. After a few minutes he said to Jonathan “You're quite a sprinter. I bet you did well in the cross country at school. And you did well hiding in the bracken.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, how he detested the self-satisfied tone in the man's voice! He had seen this guard before, on night duty patrolling the Manor, but the man had not made much of an impression. Big and strong, yes, but no oil painting with his broken nose and zero-cropped scalp. Too old, anyway; at least forty, maybe more. Big hairy arms but obviously not a gym-goer; Jonathan's knees were resting against the man's belly. He wasn't going to win any beauty contests in a hurry. Not unless Neanderthals were alive and well somewhere and having pageants for Roughest-Looking Brute of the Year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite all of that, his damned hard-on would NOT go down! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey, don't sulk. You are allowed to talk to me, you know.” the guard said, slapping Jonathan's ass sharply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan sighed. “How did you find me?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You disturbed the local wildlife. Most people wouldn't spot that. Unfortunately for you, I did.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I was lying still as death, not making a sound!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Animals have keener senses. Especially if you stink of soap, aftershave, shampoo and conditioner! You did good, though. Very determined. What was your prize for reaching the perimeter?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, rub it in, why don't you. “Sir promised me a bottle of Chablis.” Oh how wonderful that would be now! He could almost see the condensation on the chilled bottle, feel the deliciously cold nectar quenching his thirst beautifully. “That's a type of wine, by the way.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man spanked his ass again, harder this time, making Jonathan yelp. “Cheeky little bastard! I'm not some bonehead, you know!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After what seemed like hours, they came to the Manor. Jonathan heard one of the other guards calling to his captor and the sound of boots running towards them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Mick, you lucky bastard, you got him! I don't fucking believe it!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Luck's got nothing to do with it, Bog Breath!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They laughed and the second man followed them up to the South Wing. The guard called Mick put Jonathan down on the lawn and stretched his arms. A couple of boys were tending to the flowerbeds nearby, naked like Jonathan apart from gardening gloves. Mick barked at one of them “Oi, you! Go tell Baron Michael I've caught his little rabbit!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy jumped, but clambered to his feet and nodded. “Y-Yes, Sir.” he said, and disappeared into the house. Nervous idiot; you don't have to call the guards “Sir”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He felt his cheeks redden as the other boys stared at him in fascination. A few minutes later Baron Michael emerged from the house, a broad grin on his devilishly handsome face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well done, Mick, good catch. And well done to poor Jonathan here, led my man a merry old chase, didn't you, boy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan tried to look dignified. “Yes, Sir.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Baron looked down at him with a humorous smile. He looked even better from down at boot level. Tall and fit, good-looking, thirty-five but looked younger, with finely-chiselled features that captivated the hearts of boys and girls wherever he went. He was dressed casually but smartly, as always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Baron addressed himself to Mick. “Young Jonathan here disappointed me recently when his efforts to clean the Edwardian dining room didn't come up to scratch. And this was not his first failure! I told him what the penalty would be for letting me down, and he begged forgiveness. Being the magnanimous fool that I am, I gave him a chance to redeem himself. I even threw in a prize if he succeed in reaching the perimeter. Oh well, even in failure he can offer me some amusement at least.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan wriggled over to the Baron. “Please, Sir, no!” He kissed the Baron's riding boots. “Not that!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Baron chuckled and beamed at a puzzled-looking Mick. “The price for failure is to service the guard who catches him.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mick whooped and clapped his hands in triumph. Jonathan's heart sank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Baron held up his hand. “Not so fast, Mick. Jonathan here isn't the only one to disappoint me recently. You have been late for your shift twice this week. That is not acceptable.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh. No, sorry, Sir.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Still, as I said, I am a magnanimous fool. I do like to give people the opportunity to make amends, but now it is you who must work to win your prize. And it will not be a full servicing.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mick frowned, not following. The Baron rubbed his chin, contemplating. Looking around, he saw the second guard (whom Mick had addressed as 'Bog Breath') and said “Terry, how would you like to sample young Jonathan's delicious mouth?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terry stepped forward eagerly. “Sir, yes please!” Jonathan saw him for the first time. Mid-twenties, good body, average face but very fit. Not as burly as Mick, but he definitely looked strong. His sleeveless khaki T-shirt showed off nicely toned arms. Mick's arms were thicker but less defined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan's spirits lifted. He had also seen Terry around and this one he &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;did&lt;/span&gt; like. Unlike the boys, the guards were not chosen for their beauty, only their brawn. Terry had a bit of both, though. Jonathan felt like kissing the Baron's shiny black boots again, this time with gratitude. He decided against it, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Baron laughed. “I'm sure you would. But hold that thought. I think it's about time you and Mick proved to me how capable you are of performing your duties to my satisfaction. Let's see you fight. The winner gets to use the boy.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two guards chuckled and nodded to each other. The Baron laughed with them, crouching down to stroke Jonathan's hair. They both watched as the two guards unclipped their equipment belts and threw them aside and peeled off their T-shirts. Terry had a nice toned physique from regular use of the Baron's well-equipped gymnasium. Mick had a broad chest and big arms but a bit of a belly too, and was covered in hair. Together they looked like a Greek god and a gorilla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan's mind was in a whirl. Mick was heavier, but was surely still tired from the chase. Terry looked much fitter and was probably stronger. Terry had to win. Didn't he? He had a glint in his eye, but so did Mick. The difference was, Terry looked more amused by the situation, whereas Mick had a steely determined look to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mick stared down at Jonathan hungrily and grinned. The Baron laughed again. “All right, gentlemen, let's keep it short and sweet, I don't have all day. Just one submission. 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He had to stay focused, ignore the heat of the sun blazing down upon him, the sweat gluing his shirt to his back, the weight of his heavy boots as he pounded the earth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reaching the crest of the hill, he stopped and scanned the terrain. The land swept away from him, green and glowing with life. The Baron's estate was vast, big enough that you could run for miles through it and see no sign of civilisation anywhere. More than ample for the purposes of the Hunt. More than big enough for the quarry to hide in, to evade capture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He leaned against a sycamore, relishing the shade it offered. Part of him ached to sit down and rest against the bark, take off his big heavy boots, unclip his belt with all the equipment hanging off it, peel off his sticky shirt and battered leather trousers, relax his aching muscles... But he could not give up. He had to make a good impression on his new employer, and that meant tracking down the runaway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stood still, forcing his breathing to return to normal, scanning the vista before him. There was no sign of movement. Rolling green hills, clusters of young saplings reaching up towards a cloudless, intense blue sky, a glade of vibrant bluebells... but it was like a photograph, alive but frozen. Nothing moved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mick judged the distance to the horizon. It could not be more than two miles, and he had a panoramic view. The quarry could not have travelled beyond his sight in the given time. He had to be here, hiding somewhere...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kestrel dipped low, somewhere a little over half the distance between Mick and the far tree line of the forest. It was beginning a long, graceful descent, having spied some unsuspecting mouse or vole. It fell towards a wide patch of purple bracken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then it did a swift turn, pulling out of its nosedive, curving away through the summer air, back up into the blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mick's military training kicked in. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Something had spooked it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fixing his eyes on the bracken, he made his way down the crest and across the swathe of grass. Sweat dripped down his face but he fought the urge to blink. He was aware of the loud pounding of his boots on the ground but now was not the time for subtlety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure enough, he was heard. When he was within forty feet of his target, the quarry leapt up from  the undergrowth and began sprinting for the forest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;NO you don't, boy!&lt;/span&gt; Mick thought grimly. He ran faster, pushing himself towards his limit. The quarry sped out across the open ground, totally exposed now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exposed indeed. The naked boy stood out starkly against the green, his tanned back and buttocks glowing with sweat under the fierce June sunshine. He chanced a quick glance over his shoulder at his pursuer, dark blond hair bouncing over eyes that were shining with fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mick couldn't help smiling. The boy had cost himself a second or two of valuable time, and for no reason. He raced away across the grass but with every footfall, with every heartbeat, Mick started to close the distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy was fast, of course. All the Baron's boys were excellent physical specimens, and no more obviously so than when they were running. Mick admired the view as he closed in, close enough to hear the boy's laboured, desperate breathing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He pulled the rope from his belt as he came within reach and flung it forward, looping over the boy's head, across his chest, trapping his arms as Mick pulled, tugging his quarry to him as they both stumbled, falling to the ground, the sun wheeling a burning arc across his reddened vision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy cried out in pain and struggled violently, kicking and wriggling, but it did him no good. Mick pulled the two ends of the rope together behind the boy's back, pinning his upper arms to his sides, squeezing the breath and the fight out of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I've GOT you!” Mick said, gasping. “Stop struggling!” But the boy was plucky and would not give up, twisting around even as Mick hooked a leg over the boy's waist, trapping the squirming body with his superior weight. 185lbs of mostly muscle was more than enough to hold down the lean young quarry, whose grunts of defiance soon became moans of frustration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mick secured the rope, tying a double knot. Giving in at last to exhaustion and his captor's greater strength and size, the boy lay quivering on his front, gasping for breath. Mick took out more rope and secured the boy's hands, hitching the second bond to the first. Only then did he allow himself to relax for a minute, his fist maintaining a firm grip on the rope as he took in lungfuls of the sweet summer air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very sweet. The boy's sweat filled his nostrils. It coated the young, leanly muscled back like oil. With his free hand Mick stroked the smooth skin, now slippery beneath his rough fingers. He caressed the glossy tanned shoulders and hips. He felt the boy stiffen as he stroked the firm, rounded buttocks. He felt something else stiffen as well. His own excitement was rising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He flipped the boy over onto his back. Those bright eyes stared up at him, alert with fear and... something else. The boy was breathing raggedly, gasping, his stomach rippling, his chest straining. Mick's eyes moved across the captured form, down to the boy's crotch. His glistening body was covered in blades of grass, glued to him when Mick had pressed him into the earth. Springing free from a small golden thatch of public hair was the boy's small but raging hard prick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mick chuckled and saw a mixture of anger and embarrassment in the boy's eyes. Even with his tan, the pinkness in his cheeks was visible. Looking away, the boy said “All right, you've won. No need to gloat about it.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, I disagree,” Mick said, still catching his breath. “I love the gloating.” He caressed the boy's thighs, his finger probing beneath the soft balls. “Though that's not the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;best&lt;/span&gt; part...”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy grunted as Mick's finger found the moist, tight opening and slipped inside. “Oh, I see it's been a while. Has the Baron got so many boys that he's forgotten about a beauty like you?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy sighed with indignation, but Mick noticed that the hard-on did not falter. The humiliation in his face was all the hotter because of his attempts to hide it. As if he wasn't beautiful enough. His accent matched his features: cultured, educated, another curious middle-class twenty something who had come to the Baron's Stable seeking the kind of excitement that Daddy and Mummy couldn't buy him. Handsome as a prince, with the body of a gymnast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What's your name, boy?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked up at Mick and swallowed. No defiance left in him now. “Jonathan.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Nice to meet you, Jonathan. Now let's get you back to the Manor where you belong.” Mick took out a third piece of rope and tied Jonathan's ankles together. Then he stood and lifted the boy, hoisting him over his shoulder. With one hand holding the boy's legs and the other resting on a smooth, firm buttock, he made his way back the way he had come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a class="TextLinkNoninterfering" href="http://ropetop.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.ropetop.com/rtlogoss.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;dt&gt;RopeTop.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811533495437105276-5312578213297099409?l=ropetopics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/feeds/5312578213297099409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/2009/03/barons-stable-part-1_22.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811533495437105276/posts/default/5312578213297099409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811533495437105276/posts/default/5312578213297099409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/2009/03/barons-stable-part-1_22.html' title='The Baron&apos;s Stable - Part 1'/><author><name>RopeTop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09189062576772217706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoIj3IsmjLo/S-_8N6FyWUI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Nex2ljbSBaA/S220/ej09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811533495437105276.post-7248630241427779168</id><published>2009-03-06T00:48:00.008Z</published><updated>2009-03-30T23:52:54.651+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Advice for Novice Doms</title><content type='html'>I've been wandering around the net recently, looking at a few discussions and noticed there are quite a few people out there who are curious about being Dominant but don't know how to DO IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've even seen threads from guys saying - Help! I've got a sub coming round to my place in ten minutes, what do I do? Give me some ideas about what to do with him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found it all quite puzzling. If you're Dominant then you have Dominant desires, ideas and fantasies, surely? If you haven't got a clue what you're going to do with a sub, won't you just be going through the motions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe, but maybe that's not an entirely terrible state to be in. A guy may be curious but inexperienced, and frankly terrified by the vast range of possibilities available to him. There is a certain amount of pressure on you as a Dom, and to a newbie this can be overwhelming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now in the Good Old Days of the Old Guard Leathermen (which never actually existed, but bear with me) there was no such thing as a novice Top. You started life as a sub or slave, taken on by a Master who would train you in all the ways and mysteries of BDSM. In the fullness of time, like an apprentice, you would acquire knowledge, experience and wisdom of your own, and evolve into a Master yourself, like a big butch leather butterfly emerging from a coccoon of chains, rope and shackles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's not spoil it by asking awkward questions like - Well, who trained the FIRST ever Master, then? That would just be disrespectful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yes, it's true. We all have to start somewhere. Every seasoned veteran Dom who exudes an air of mystique started life as a bumbling amateur, frozen with indecision when confronted by his first sub. Especially if that sub exuded an air of being very experienced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now there are still guys who will tell you that starting off as a sub is the best way to gain experience, and there is certainly plenty of logic in that assertion. Many good Doms have learned their craft that way. However, that is not the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;whole&lt;/span&gt; truth. You CAN become a good Dom without having to sub first, which is good news for people with no submissive tendencies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, so you know you're Dominant and you've got your very first ever sub coming round expecting you to rock his world. And you're like a rabbit caught in the headlights of an articulated lorry on the M4 bearing down on you at 90mph. Paralysed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER, MAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One: Relax. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is going to be fine as long as you follow a few simple rules. Even if it doesn't go to plan, it's not the end of the world. Some scenes fail for no fault of either party; some people just don't click. In most cases, though, you can make it an enjoyable experience for both of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Two: Communicate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ideally, talk to the guy well in advance and find out as much as you can about him. These are the things you need to know:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;{a} Does he have any health problems you need to know about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This could be anything that might cause problems during a scene, especially if he is going to be tied up. Asthma, epilepsy, heart trouble... the list is endless, but don't be disheartened. He probably won't be up for kinky fun if he's in a really bad way, and he will know how any conditions he has affect him. It will be his responsibility to tell you what you need to know. It is best to get it out in the open and know what you need to know in advance, then proceed with appropriate caution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;{b} What is he into?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is pretty basic. In fact, the only reason it's {b} not {a} is because {a} is potentially life or death. The more you know about what the sub likes and doesn't like, the better you can play the scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Generally, you need to know which things &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt; likes that co-incide with the things that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; like. A little more specifically:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;{c} Is he a "play" sub or a "service" sub?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meaning: Does he JUST get off on kinky sex, or is he into service-oriented submission? The former will just want you to do stuff to him, the latter will happily scrub your toilet. If he's a play sub and you hand him a bottle of Domestos he'll start thinking - Bleach fetish? I'm not ready for this, it's too advanced! If he's a service sub and you ignore his desire to please you by doing some housework you'll be passing up a golden opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me run it by you again. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He wants to do some housework for you.&lt;/span&gt; What's not good about that??? You get your rocks off AND you get a sparkling khazi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;{d} Is he into humiliation?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he is then you can push these buttons by making him say embarrassing things out loud (like "I'm a cheap cock-hungry whore, Sir." when you say "What are you?"). You can tell him to get on all fours in front of your chair and use him as a foot-rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he's NOT into humiliation, this will be like cold water on the flames of his desire, so get it right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;{e} Is he into pain play?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not all subs are masochists. Some enjoy a good spanking/beating, etc. because it gets the endorphins running. Others won't enjoy the pain itself, but they may derive satisfaction from the humiliation aspect of it, or simply from enduring it in order to please you. You don't need to know the in-depth psychological nitty-gritty of why they like it; a simple YES or NO will do for starters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;{f} What are his limits?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is very important that you establish what he is definitely NOT into well in advance, and remember it, and stay away from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subs have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;soft limits &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hard limits&lt;/span&gt;; soft limits are the ones that can be pushed or 'expanded', but NOT on a first date. Maybe after a few sessions, when you have built trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hard limits are the ultimate No-No; you don't EVER go there. He is a human being and you must respect that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Three: Be prepared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, now you are armed with knowledge, make sure you are ready for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;{a} Know a bit of First Aid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not trying to scare you; it's very unlikely you'll end up giving the guy the kiss of life. But a little bit of basic knowledge is good to have (and not just as a kinkster, obviously!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't need a medical degree, just be aware of a few facts before you start. Have a read through 'First Aid for SMers' on the &lt;a href="http://www.smgays.org/infosheets/firstaid.asp"&gt;SM Gays website&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(There is also a good rope-specific First Aid section on &lt;a href="http://meninrope.com/"&gt;MENinROPE&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as you tie up another human being you are taking on responsibility for his safety. If you are not prepared to do what it takes to earn that responsibility, throw your rope in the bin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;{b} Be clear-headed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to that responsibility thing again. Are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; feeling OK yourself? If you're feeling a bit groggy because you went out clubbing the night before and then went straight to work with only 20 minutes sleep on the bus, you're in no state to let someone place their safety in your hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bit of Dutch courage might help you relax, but too much alcohol will obviously impair your judgement, your alertness and your reactions. Not good. Stay sober.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a bit of the old recreational drug use? Now is absolutely most definitely NOT the time for it. BDSM is NOT "chem-friendly". Choose one or the other, you cannot have both. Be a man, not a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;{c} Establish a safeword.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is generally a good idea. The classic one is the traffic light system, "Amber." (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's getting a bit much, ease off a little&lt;/span&gt;) and "Red." (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm not coping, stop NOW!&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not everyone uses safewords, and in many cases you will probably find that the sub never feels the need to use it, but it's better to have it and not need it, than to need it and not have it. And it's a better way to interupt the scene without having to terminate the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never forget that you have taken on a duty to PROTECT this person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;{d} Be equipped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In terms of safety, you need to be able to release a sub from bondage quickly if needed. Have a pair of scissors within reasonable distance so you can cut through rope, tape, etc. if you have to. Ideally, you can get safety scissors / EMT sheers (the kind paramedics use to cut clothes off people without stabbing them) or a safety knife (similar principle, used to cut through stuck seat belts but also works well on rope).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;{e} Provide a tidy, clean space.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's going to be difficult for the sub to feel at ease if your place is a tip, so do your best to make it look good. The impression you should be aiming for is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;efficient&lt;/span&gt;. Make sure the space is not too hot or cold. Have a clean, comfortable bathroom for him to use before and after the session. Don't run out of soap, towels or toilet paper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Four: Enjoy yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once you have got all the bases covered you can relax and enjoy the scene. Being prepared, physically and mentally, will definitely make you feel more confident, and therefore more at ease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he arrives ask him if he needs a drink. Give him a few minutes to settle so he can suss you out a bit, and go to the toilet if he needs to before you start. Some guys like a scenario where the sub arrives and goes straight into role, but I think it is best to ease into it to give both of you time to adjust mentally. If he is a very experienced sub and has decided he has got a good idea of what kind of guy you are before actually meeting you, that's fine. But if you feel that YOU need that bit of time to suss HIM out, don't be afraid of coming out of role - it's a small price to pay for your peace of mind, and will make things go smoother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Play out your fantasies. If it is the first time then take it slow and watch the sub's reactions. His body language will tell you if he is enjoying the session (but remember that if he doesn't have an erection that doesn't necessarily mean he's not turned on, desire expresses itself in different ways).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep an eye on the time. If the fun goes on for a long time be mindful of safety issues - stress positions, rope restriction, dehydration, heat and cold, the condom getting worn out, things like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Five: Aftercare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end, give him time and space to 'come down'. Let him relax and gradually adjust back to reality. Be warm, friendly, affectionate. Have a little de-brief. Was it good for him? Get him a drink of water, or coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not really hard to make a good first impression. The next time you'll find it easier, and soon you'll be a seasoned pro. You'll always be learning new stuff, but you won't feel like an apprentice, and you can toss away your L-plates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a class="TextLinkNoninterfering" href="http://ropetop.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.ropetop.com/rtlogoss.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;dt&gt;RopeTop.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811533495437105276-7248630241427779168?l=ropetopics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://ropetop.com' title='Advice for Novice Doms'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/feeds/7248630241427779168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/2009/03/advice-for-novice-doms.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811533495437105276/posts/default/7248630241427779168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811533495437105276/posts/default/7248630241427779168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/2009/03/advice-for-novice-doms.html' title='Advice for Novice Doms'/><author><name>RopeTop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09189062576772217706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoIj3IsmjLo/S-_8N6FyWUI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Nex2ljbSBaA/S220/ej09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811533495437105276.post-8032702763476932376</id><published>2009-02-14T07:01:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-03-24T03:08:01.856Z</updated><title type='text'>Tough Love</title><content type='html'>I love Recon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are now advertising 'Valentine Savings' at HardSexToys.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a sweet picture of two muscly guys holding hands as the products whoosh into view. The first one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A chastity device.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing says 'I love you!' more than a small complex plastic contraption designed to stop you getting a lob on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It isn't just sex that is fascinating in the BDSM world, love can be a many-splendoured thing too, and very often just as unconventional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know of monogamous D/s couples and also a wide sample of different variations. The popular model is a Master with a number of slaves, and this sometimes raises the question of how this compares to a 'normal' loving relationship. Can you love - and be IN love - with more than one person at a time? Can you love someone who has other sexual partners?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From what I have seen, I know that these kinds of relationships can definitely go beyond mere lust. Strong emotional attachments are not confined to one-on-one. Love can exist outside the conventional model. Polyamory (with or without kink) has always been around and is more common than people think. It can be the case that a person has different needs (sexual or otherwise) that are fulfilled by different partners, or they are simply open to building emotional bonds with more than one person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People will inevitably ask - But is it the same as a 1-on-1? Is it as good? Is it as deep? It's impossible to answer this question without knowing what criteria you want to use. Longevity? I know some very long-term open relationships. I don't know how you compare the quality of different varieties of love. Do the people involved care for each other? Do they look after each other, depend on each other? If the answer is "yes" I can't see how it can be broken down into degrees of "yes".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most objectors will say that an exclusive relationship is more intense, and this may well be true in many cases. However, even in a great mono do the two parties spend ALL their free time together? Or do they need time apart, to avoid feeling suffocated? Time with their friends? I think that this is where the possibility for poly comes in. Loving a second partner might even keep the first love fresh by giving it room and providing perspective. Some people only have enough love/time/energy for one partner, others seem to have an abundance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then have the question - If a Master has several slaves, how do the slaves get on with each other? From the Master's point of view, he does not care as long as they do not let it get in the way of their submission to him. If they feel any kind of jealousy they should put it aside and concentrate on pleasing their common Dominant. That's the official line; in reality of course it does matter, and it is much better in a committed set-up if the submissives work well together and feel comfortable with each other. One committed boy of mine referred to my other boy as his "brother sub" which I thought was kind of sweet. They don't have to be best buddies, and they certainly don't have to be in love with each other, but a nice, easy familiarity is conducive to a smooth working relationship, I reckon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is as versatile and varied as people themselves. The romantic ideal is just one expression, and not everyone is seeking the same ideal. Some people are too independent. Nevertheless there are shades of grey between emotionless lust and smitten soul mates. Different isn't always wrong, even if it is too different for Mr &amp;amp; Mrs Average to imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a class="TextLinkNoninterfering" href="http://ropetop.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.ropetop.com/rtlogoss.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;dt&gt;RopeTop.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811533495437105276-8032702763476932376?l=ropetopics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/feeds/8032702763476932376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/2009/02/tough-love.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811533495437105276/posts/default/8032702763476932376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811533495437105276/posts/default/8032702763476932376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/2009/02/tough-love.html' title='Tough Love'/><author><name>RopeTop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09189062576772217706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoIj3IsmjLo/S-_8N6FyWUI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Nex2ljbSBaA/S220/ej09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811533495437105276.post-4097406805210546026</id><published>2009-02-10T23:44:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-03-24T03:01:06.756Z</updated><title type='text'>To Bum or not to Bum?</title><content type='html'>I remember a rather surreal conversation I had face to face once, at the home of a guy I met off Recon. As we sat watching TV, drinking coffee for the pre-coital getting-to-know-you bit, he put on a film in which one guy sticks a funnel up the other guy's arse then pisses into it, takes out the funnel, and then the first guy squirts the piss out of his arse into a third guy's mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sat there with, in actual fact, not the merest hint of any arousal, my host said "It's interesting the way drugs have changed the way gay men have sex. Fisting and watersports and stuff is a lot more common these days."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, that particular session didn't last very long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people have funny ideas about what constitutes "sex". Some have very cosy assumptions. It's true that not all gay guys are into anal, and not always because they're so trashed they can't get it up. There can be many reasons, the simplest one being that they just don't like it. A huge number of gay men are not, despite the popular notion that homosexuality and anal penetration are the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There can also be other reasons - bad experiences, medical conditions, fear of disease, etc., all of them perfectly valid for the individual concerned. And very often such a person will find himself confronted with the perplexing attitude that there is something wrong with him for not wanting to do the back alley shuffle. The onus is on him to explain why he does NOT want it, rather than on those who like anal to explain why it should be taken for granted that it is the norm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's individual choices about their sexual preferences should of course be respected... especially by gay people who really ought to know better than to be narrow-minded and/or judgemental on sexual matters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's not the end of the story, though. Negative attitudes and ideas about anal sex persist for plenty of spurious reasons. Something we hear often from people, particularly certain heterosexuals, is the objection that it is not clean. This shows up a very simplistic understanding of the human body: the rectum does not always contain faeces, just as the vagina does not always contain blood. Both these body fluids can be dangerous, and both can be avoided during sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now and again someone will say "The arse wasn't designed to have things shoved up it!" which begs the question WHO designed it? If you believe in a Supreme Being, can you ask him why he designed the reproductive bits right next to the waste elimination bits? A woman's sexual parts are inbetween her pee hole and her poop chute. God - What were you thinking??? Did you have a hangover that day?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oral sex must be universally wrong by the same argument, as the mouth was designed for one thing, eating. Oh, sorry, two things, eating and speaking. Kissing? You're just being difficult now, aren't you!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are those who take a skewered view: taking it up the rear is unmanly, but giving it is OK. This attitude is particularly prevalent in socities where homosexuality is publically condemned, but privately popular. A macho man can fuck another guy and still hold onto his masculinity, especially if the passive partner is effeminate / camp / a cross-dresser. In reality, of course, the assumptions about rigid roles are just as baseless as those about sexual orientation. Many a butch bloke likes it up the backside, and the one giving it to him doesn't always have to be masculine. Or even male...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if anal hadn't had enough bashing already, in the 1980s we had political correctness coming along to tell us that penetrative sex was inherently oppressive to women. And it wasn't only lesbian separatists that told us this, but some of their gay brothers-in-spirit-of-emulation, who decided that men fucking each other was also sort of oppressive as it was an echo of straight sex. All of it undermined terribly, of course, by the great fun had by less politically aware, more relaxed lesbians using various penetrative sex toys on each other, vaginally and anally, with great enthusiasm... SM dykes were the REAL black sheep of the sisterhood back in the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not everyone's cup of tea and I'm not saying it should be, but the choice for or against should be based on clear facts and not on myths or dodgy reasoning. It can be more than pleasure, it can be a very significant part of lovemaking. A New Age-type spiritual guy I once met told me that - from the right man - it can be very healing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes among BDSM guys I get the impression that a good old bonk is considered unfashionable. Why stick your willy up someone's bum when your hand will do, or an ergonomically-designed latex prothesis costing a week's wages from Regulation (The Art Of Control)? OK, some guys genuinely do like ONLY the kinky stuff and not the vanilla, but I can't help feeling how well the two go together. My first tentative forays into bondage were all about the excitement of restraining a guy so I could shag him while he couldn't move, and although I also like the aesthetic side of rope as well these days, that initial thrill is still a big part of the attraction. The pain-pleasure mix of penetration isn't exactly a million miles away from SM. Indeed, there are vanilla folk who are convinced that bumlove IS a distinctly sadomasochistic activity. Yet all too often a cute or horny BDSM guy will take the attitude that fucking is far too ordinary to be of interest, which can be a real shame...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One truly tragic development in all this is that there IS one arena in which fucking is revered in all its glory - barebacking. I've seen some really hot BB porn, and it isn't the lack of rubber that I like, but the fact that the sex is real, not acted, and grittily authentic - sometimes the tops actually cum INSIDE the bottoms - just like in a REAL fuck! For porn this is nothing short of revolutionary. If only this energy was more prevalent elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When kink takes itself too seriously, or becomes an obssession, and party drugs cripple the body's ability to respond in a normal sexual way, ye olde screw is often the first casualty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we need to get back to basics. Guys, you look great in all the leather and rubber and waders and vaccuum-sealed body bags, but never forget your roots. You are queers. Do it up the bum, the way nature intended (God gave you a prostate for a REASON!), with pride, joy and gay abandon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a class="TextLinkNoninterfering" href="http://ropetop.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.ropetop.com/rtlogoss.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;dt&gt;RopeTop.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811533495437105276-4097406805210546026?l=ropetopics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/feeds/4097406805210546026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/2009/02/to-bum-or-not-to-bum.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811533495437105276/posts/default/4097406805210546026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811533495437105276/posts/default/4097406805210546026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/2009/02/to-bum-or-not-to-bum.html' title='To Bum or not to Bum?'/><author><name>RopeTop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09189062576772217706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoIj3IsmjLo/S-_8N6FyWUI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Nex2ljbSBaA/S220/ej09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811533495437105276.post-6710091482231641068</id><published>2009-01-05T00:12:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-03-24T03:07:36.870Z</updated><title type='text'>Liberty, sexuality... inequality</title><content type='html'>I once shared a flat with a very good (vanilla) friend of mine. He knows I'm kinky and never seemed to have a problem with it, until one day he said "I can understand bondage and stuff cos that's just sex, but someone who wants to be a slave must be mentally ill."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't say anything, but I thought - Hmm. Maybe now isn't the best time to tell you that it wasn't actually &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me &lt;/span&gt;who cleaned the bathroom so nicely while you were off on holiday, but some naked guy I met off Recon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of people are faced with this dilemma. They want to be liberal and open-minded about us alternative lifestyle types, but that same liberalism balks at the inherent inequality in Dominant/submissive relationships. It just doesn't compute. Surely equality is one of the great achievements of the modern age, of the evolution of human society? Isn't it taking a backward to step to embrace its opposite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer is that equality is a wonderful thing ... but inequality can also be pretty special, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in context.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is, of course we don't really have full equality in all our relationships, even here in the West where we like to congratulate ourselves on our progressiveness. Despite decades of legislation, women are not equal to men economically and bigotry still persists. On a more personal level, we all have unequal relationships. At work I have those who are under me and those who are above me. My working environment would not function without everyone respecting this hierarchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is not discussed quite so freely is the fact that there are many people who &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do not want&lt;/span&gt; equality. Some women are very happy to be housewives and let their husbands be the sole breadwinners. Some people do not want to be promoted at work because they enjoy their job as it is and have no interest in taking on different responsibilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it so hard to accept inequality? Probably because there is so much invested in the long, hard struggle for freedom that so many have fought and are still fighting. And at the core of it is something very precious, the concept of individual dignity, worth, rights and life. With human rights abuses continuing all over the world, it would be wrong to be complacent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, these two positions are not incompatable. A D/s relationship, as it based upon informed consent, is fundamentally an equal one. A BDSM slave is not literally the property of anyone, he can opt out of his 'ownership' any time he chooses. Though he is inferior in the relationship, this does not mean he is any less of a person generally... nor does it imply that he has a lesser value within the relationship. Many a novice Dominant thinks the best way to court a submissive is to talk down to him, insult him, call him worthless scum, etc., and while there are a few guys who will enjoy that, most subs and slaves do not actually see themselves as worthless, and neither does a good Top. A devoted, committed sub is the exact opposite, he is very much &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; worth - very precious in fact. Without them us Tops would be a pretty frustrated bunch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where the difference comes in is in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;roles &lt;/span&gt;that people take on at different times and in different situations. At work I am in a position of responsibility and authority. Having dinner with friends I am in a position of equality. I don't become a different person, I just present the appropriate side of myself for the occasion that requires it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this reason, political correctness does not belong in the privacy of a D/s relationship. In the hetero kink world there are the Goreans, whose men are alpha males and whose women are treated as sex slaves. I once spoke to a submissive Asian guy who wanted me to play the part of his fantasy abusive racist skinhead. Is it fair to say that these people hate themselves? A bit too much cod psychology, I think. For them, like everyone, equality has a context.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a class="TextLinkNoninterfering" href="http://ropetop.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.ropetop.com/rtlogoss.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;dt&gt;RopeTop.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811533495437105276-6710091482231641068?l=ropetopics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/feeds/6710091482231641068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/2009/01/liberty-sexuality-inequality.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811533495437105276/posts/default/6710091482231641068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811533495437105276/posts/default/6710091482231641068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/2009/01/liberty-sexuality-inequality.html' title='Liberty, sexuality... inequality'/><author><name>RopeTop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09189062576772217706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoIj3IsmjLo/S-_8N6FyWUI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Nex2ljbSBaA/S220/ej09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811533495437105276.post-3517138559405136095</id><published>2009-01-04T20:27:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-03-24T03:07:09.413Z</updated><title type='text'>I don't do phone sex</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Here is a poem I wrote once.&lt;br /&gt;Just to show that I DO have a sensitive side...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't do phone sex&lt;br /&gt;I don't do cyber&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna know&lt;br /&gt;If you take it up the khyber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't dial my number&lt;br /&gt;Or log onto your computer&lt;br /&gt;Unless it's to arrange&lt;br /&gt;Me porking your tight pooper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can call me on my mobile&lt;br /&gt;Or land line if you wish&lt;br /&gt;But please keep it brief, my only relief&lt;br /&gt;Is mounting is your pocket starfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I won't discuss my sordid life&lt;br /&gt;With a boy in Londonderry&lt;br /&gt;Unless he's hopping on a plane&lt;br /&gt;For me to pop his cherry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Log in, log out&lt;br /&gt;What's it all about?&lt;br /&gt;"Getting it online"?&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather take my log and stick it&lt;br /&gt;Where the sun don't shine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd love to see your smutty jpegs&lt;br /&gt;And a raunchy profile to link ta&lt;br /&gt;But I need it real, I want to feel&lt;br /&gt;The tightness of your sphincter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tap tap tap, blah blah blah&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I sound too cocky?&lt;br /&gt;But it's better, I've found, if you just come round&lt;br /&gt;And be my sausage jockey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Typing one-handed is fun I suppose&lt;br /&gt;But if you're way over in China&lt;br /&gt;I don't see the point as my knob is six thousand&lt;br /&gt;Miles away from your mangina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sex over the phone? I'd rather be alone&lt;br /&gt;Today, tonight or tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;I'm destined, I hope, to sow my wild oats&lt;br /&gt;Deep inside your furrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like a high-speed connection&lt;br /&gt;But not just to chat through the ether&lt;br /&gt;I want a connection that's in the direction&lt;br /&gt;Of something quite tasty beneath ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can stimulate my brain for hours&lt;br /&gt;But it just leaves me bereft&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to probe your secret desires,&lt;br /&gt;I want to probe your cleft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Limerick:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The once was a guy from Brum,&lt;br /&gt;Whose computer it made him quite glum,&lt;br /&gt;He said "I'll chat till I'm blue,&lt;br /&gt;But what's a guy gotta do&lt;br /&gt;Just to get a bum chum?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;haiku:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July, the grey void -&lt;br /&gt;Technology mocks my keen&lt;br /&gt;Yearning for anus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Millions are destined to love cybersex&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm sure there must be legions&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not interested until my knob's destined&lt;br /&gt;For your nether regions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a class="TextLinkNoninterfering" href="http://ropetop.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.ropetop.com/rtlogoss.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;dt&gt;RopeTop.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811533495437105276-3517138559405136095?l=ropetopics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/feeds/3517138559405136095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-dont-do-phone-sex.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811533495437105276/posts/default/3517138559405136095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811533495437105276/posts/default/3517138559405136095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-dont-do-phone-sex.html' title='I don&apos;t do phone sex'/><author><name>RopeTop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09189062576772217706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoIj3IsmjLo/S-_8N6FyWUI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Nex2ljbSBaA/S220/ej09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811533495437105276.post-4093606665350946210</id><published>2009-01-04T11:35:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-03-24T03:06:39.931Z</updated><title type='text'>Who's the Daddy?</title><content type='html'>The first guy to ever call me "Daddy" while I was fucking him was ten years older than me, which just goes to show there's none so queer as folk. Especially when they're homosexuals...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So who &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; the Daddy? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What&lt;/span&gt; is "the Daddy"? It seems today we have daddy bears, leather daddies, muscle daddies, dads and lads, a whole spectrum of intergenerational sexuality. The Daddy phenomenon is more than just a liking for mature gents, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddyhunt.com has the tagline "Wiser - Stronger -  Hotter" and this seems to sum it all up; a Daddy is an older guy, yes, but he has more going for him than a few grey hairs and crow's feet. Maturity is supposed to bring with it wisdom and experience, which a lot of people find attractive qualities. There is also the expectation that an older guy will have got his shit together, so he will be stable - financially, emotionally, etc. - compared to his younger self, making him a good candidate if you are looking for someone to watch over you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all very nice in an ideal world, but in reality your average middle-aged bloke is ... well, average. Or, indeed, distinctly &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;below &lt;/span&gt;average. Wisdom? Ha! More likely to be going through his mid-life crisis / second adolescence. And as for stability? Let's just say that not all Daddies are of the sugar variety...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another quality often attributed to Daddies is dominance, which is the flipside of the protective role. Here we blur the line with a classic "father figure", someone who provides guidance to a younger person. But of course not all older guys are dominant, or Dominant or even tops. It seems that the hunt for Daddies can be quite an arduous quest, depending what you are looking for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not all Daddyhunters are looking for the same thing, though. If the attraction is purely physical it can be no more than a liking for the "seasoned" look - salt'n'pepper beards, a mature masculinity, sliver foxes, etc. For some the attraction is a man who is not part of the younger man's shallow obssession with looks, fashion and following the latest trends, but maybe has something more interesting to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It does raise the issue of appropriate age issues, particularly when guys start talking about "dads and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sons&lt;/span&gt;" and older men express a specific interest in guys who are at the youngest end of what is legal, but this is also not always so clear cut. A 40 year old chicken hawk may create a profile on Daddyhunt, Silverdaddies or caffmos hoping to be innundated by hordes of nubile twentysomethings, only to find that he is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;too young&lt;/span&gt; for them. He will then get a steady stream of come-ons from Daddyhunters who are a decade or two older than he is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's easy to mock a cliché, but the Daddy image is actually not a bad role to aspire to. If you can be a dignified, level-headed, responsible, capable, dependable bloke of a particular age then these are qualities that will make you the kind of man that people will look up to. Then you'll be the Daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a class="TextLinkNoninterfering" href="http://ropetop.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.ropetop.com/rtlogoss.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;dt&gt;RopeTop.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811533495437105276-4093606665350946210?l=ropetopics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/feeds/4093606665350946210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/2009/01/whos-daddy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811533495437105276/posts/default/4093606665350946210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811533495437105276/posts/default/4093606665350946210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/2009/01/whos-daddy.html' title='Who&apos;s the Daddy?'/><author><name>RopeTop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09189062576772217706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoIj3IsmjLo/S-_8N6FyWUI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Nex2ljbSBaA/S220/ej09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811533495437105276.post-2346018855741801077</id><published>2009-01-03T16:14:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-03-24T03:06:09.525Z</updated><title type='text'>Masculinity</title><content type='html'>What is a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;real man&lt;/span&gt;? The one wearing big, butch boots? Or the one licking those boots?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the most fascinating things about BDSM is the way in which it pays homage to traditional, old-fashioned concepts whilst simultaneously making us look at them in new ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Dominant/submissive relationship uses restrictive archaic social structures as the basis for innovative modern relationships. A BDSM Master does not truly own another human being, except perhaps in an emotional sense if he has earned the devotion of his slave. A BDSM slave is not a real slave, he just uses the trappings of real slavery as a tool for the liberation of his own desires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traditional ideas about masculinity and superiority are celebrated - and also turned on their head. In gay vanilla culture there often exists an attitude that a top is in some way superior to a bottom. For a man to hold on to the man's role in penetration makes him 'better' than the one who takes the 'female' role. Some even look down upon bottoms, ridicule them (even if they are bottoms themselves), reserving all their respect and admiration for the manly penetrators.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It escapes many tops that respecting bottoms is very important, for two very good reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) - Bottoms deserve our admiration for their willingness to provide the essential receptive role, which takes courage; the physical courage to expose themselves to potential pain from those tops who are less skilled than they should be, and the courage to stand up and declare themselves as bottoms in the face of ridicule and scorn from ignorant individuals who, for reasons based on old-fashioned bigotry, regard a bottom guy as being 'less of a man', or 'lazy' or in some way inferior to tops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2) - If you respect them, you get to shag them a LOT more often. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much more courageous, then, is a man who submits to the command and discipline of another man? The physical and mental endurance he suffers would make your average vanilla top wilt like a daffodil in a hurricane...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love all the trappings of masculinity - the boots, the leather, the physical and mental strength and toughness, the authority to weild power - and these qualities are rightly prided in BDSM Tops who possess them. In a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt; Top, however, it goes beyond the surface. He must do more than just talk the talk, he must take on responsibility for the gift of submission he is receiving. He must cultivate the right kind of assertiveness, resilience, resourcefulness and wisdom that will drive the relationship in the right direction, for the benefit of both himself and his sub. He must become like a father figure who guides, instructs and above all protects those who depend upon him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His sub possesses a different kind of courage and strength. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Different&lt;/span&gt;, not inferior. There is more than one type of strength ... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and more than one type of masculinity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a class="TextLinkNoninterfering" href="http://ropetop.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.ropetop.com/rtlogoss.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;dt&gt;RopeTop.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811533495437105276-2346018855741801077?l=ropetopics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/feeds/2346018855741801077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/2009/01/masculinity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811533495437105276/posts/default/2346018855741801077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811533495437105276/posts/default/2346018855741801077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/2009/01/masculinity.html' title='Masculinity'/><author><name>RopeTop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09189062576772217706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoIj3IsmjLo/S-_8N6FyWUI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Nex2ljbSBaA/S220/ej09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811533495437105276.post-7241666130478577910</id><published>2009-01-03T15:10:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-03-24T03:05:44.299Z</updated><title type='text'>Pain - Right &amp; Wrong</title><content type='html'>Outsiders will sometimes look upon those of us with more unconventional desires and decide that what they are seeing is morally wrong. Pain is bad, surely?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not so surely... Pain is a natural stimulus without which you would probably not be alive. Its biological function is to tell us that something potentially harmful is happening. The automatic response to this is to do something to make the pain stop, and thereby avoid/limit the harm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are more than just biological beings, however. We also have minds and we can interpret and perceive pain in different ways and for different reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should pain always be eliminated? Childbirth is usually a painful experience for the woman (modern medicine notwithstanding) yet no-one would say that childbirth is unnatural. Certainly not heterosexuals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many parents will use pain to punish their children, and this may just be out of anger or it may genuinely be an attempt to curb the child's bad behaviour. Whether or not this works is highly debatable, yet it remains socially acceptable so far in our society. If a parent uses pain as a deterent to stop a child doing something that is dangerous I can see the logic in its use. The pain is an instrument of protection - the fundamental motivation being love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what of self-inflicted pain? Marathon runners have to conquer physical pain barriers to excel at their vocation. They may be labelled masochistic - even by themselves - but only in jest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I regularly go into a room with one or several other men and we spend an hour or so inflicting pain and some minor physical damage on each other. No-one calls us sexual perverts, though, because wrestling and martial arts is accepted as coming under the category of sport. Some would even say that the pain and suffering is 'character building' ... In the British Army raw recruits are tested for their mental toughness by 'milling' - they are put into a boxing ring with gloves and told to thump each other to see if they have got what it takes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Similarly, many tribal cultures have initiation rituals as a rite of passage to adulthood which involves a painful ordeal. The Dinka of southern Sudan use scarification for this purpose. In Western culture tattooing serves a similar function.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In BDSM pain also has a purpose, or rather purposes. It may be perceived by the sub or slave as an adrenaline rush that enhances his sexual pleasure. It may be a way of proving himself, a kind of trial by ordeal. It can also of course be pure punishment, a tool of behaviour modification / attitude adjustment, to make the submissive more submissive. In this way the Top is helping the sub to reach a goal that they both desire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No pain, no gain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a class="TextLinkNoninterfering" href="http://ropetop.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.ropetop.com/rtlogoss.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;dt&gt;RopeTop.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811533495437105276-7241666130478577910?l=ropetopics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/feeds/7241666130478577910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/2009/01/pain-right-wrong.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811533495437105276/posts/default/7241666130478577910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811533495437105276/posts/default/7241666130478577910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/2009/01/pain-right-wrong.html' title='Pain - Right &amp; Wrong'/><author><name>RopeTop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09189062576772217706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoIj3IsmjLo/S-_8N6FyWUI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Nex2ljbSBaA/S220/ej09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811533495437105276.post-970626067472441559</id><published>2009-01-03T13:39:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-03-24T03:05:01.211Z</updated><title type='text'>What is Dominance?</title><content type='html'>OK, I've given this some thought. Maybe a bit too much!&lt;p&gt; I see Dominance in two different ways:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; (1) in terms of the fundamental sexual characteristic, and &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; (2) in terms of the assumed role (what it "means" to be "a" Dominant):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; * * *&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;b&gt;(1)&lt;/b&gt; I perceive the essence of sexual Dominance (in myself and others) as being the complimentary opposite to submissiveness. A sub likes to serve and please; a Dom likes to be served and pleased. To be reductionist, it is a kind of selfishness.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; When I have sex with someone I am motivated by my own pleasure. I like to get my own way, maximise the physical sensations for my satisfaction. If it is a vanilla encounter I get off on giving pleasure as I receive it - on MY terms - which obviously suits my partner very well, even though it is perhaps motivated by an arrogant/conceited desire to control someone else's sexual experience.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; In a D/s encounter, of course, it's even MORE all about me! But although the mechanics are different, the same 'me' is there, taking what he wants from the other person and not worrying all that much about whether he is getting as much pleasure as I am.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; I know this self-centered quality can be present in switches (and faux-subs) too, but when it is the overriding, central sexual characteristic of a person I think that is what spells D-O-M!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; This quality is what a lot of subs are attracted to; they want someone who is a bit of a bastard, the 'unreconstructed typical male' who isn't softened by considerations of equality and fairness in sex.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; The thing that lifts this above basic selfishness is the context of the relationship (committed or casual) and my perception of my role. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;b&gt;(2)&lt;/b&gt; True Dominance is my role as leader, guide, mentor, nurturer and protector. I have responsibilities towards my subs that come before my own gratification. I need to exercise self-discipline before I can competently discipline others, not that I strive to be perfect but because the more correct I am, the more correct I can make others.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; I have to be strict sometimes, gentle at other times. I have to be patient when my sub is having genuine difficulty following my orders, and I have to be firm when I know he needs punishment, even if my inclination is to be lenient.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; My duty is to lead him from the place where he is to the place that he wants to go to, but is afraid of. I have to teach him that fear can be faced and that pain is one of the unavoidable paths to fulfilment and happiness.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; I have to be dependable, constant, strong and resourceful. When my sub needs me I have to be there for him to lean on. He needs to know that he is never alone. I have to be his rock.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; * * *&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; If a person only has the first kind of Dominance he might make an exciting shag for a sub, but not a lot else. If he has the more 'noble' Dom qualities he obviously has a lot more to offer. I personally feel the closest affinity with someone who has BOTH.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; (Apologies for the male slant here, I'm sure women can also be Dominant in both ways)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a class="TextLinkNoninterfering" href="http://ropetop.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.ropetop.com/rtlogoss.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;dt&gt;RopeTop.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811533495437105276-970626067472441559?l=ropetopics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/feeds/970626067472441559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-is-dominance.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811533495437105276/posts/default/970626067472441559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811533495437105276/posts/default/970626067472441559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ropetopics.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-is-dominance.html' title='What is Dominance?'/><author><name>RopeTop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09189062576772217706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yoIj3IsmjLo/S-_8N6FyWUI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Nex2ljbSBaA/S220/ej09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
