We went for a walk and took pictures. I am trying out learning the settings and the ways the different settings can change a lot. I really miss the walks. We had started walking a few months before Tutivillus’s first surgery. After he had recovered, it was just too hot! The evenings never cooled down enough to get outside to walk until way too late in the evening. I am not looking forward to the coming winter season, but the fall. It is already looking good to me! I am very amateur at the pictures. They are fun to do though. Today, the canyon. We tried the graveyard last evening. The gates close at dusk. Trespassing after they close. We got there, the gates closed. I guess another time. Last night we did some predicament pictures. I wanted to do these. I like the predicament pictures on the Tumblr website. I was tied with rope, had my arm with a parachute cord wrapped around my wrist, looped through a collar around my neck that had a loose tie and was looped over a pulley that had a machete hanging from it. Moving my hand would cause the tie to come undone and the machete to drop onto me. I have an aversion to being fileted. I am unsure as to why I would have this aversion, but it is present. I also have an uncanny sense of itch. If I am put in a restraint, I itch. Somewhere, always and badly. I absent mindedly scratch. Of course Tutivillus knows this. I could move my wrist and hand about half an inch before pulling the tie loose. Not a good predicament for me. I was tied by my ankles and legs spread with rope. I like chains, they are metal and cool and feel good on my skin. Rope is a big fetish for a lot of people in the kink community. I like the pictures, the scenes and the look of those that do rope bondage. I don’t get all floaty and in subspace with rope. I am easily irritated with how long it takes to get it all tied. This predicament was interesting to me. No floaty bondage feel, no exchange of good sensation for a painful one. Just an uncomfortable situation. A fearful predicament. My imagination and what if this fails or that is bumped and “would you quit bumping the table” followed by his evil laugh and bumping it harder. My feet started going to sleep, they were painful. When the pictures were done, being untied and my feet released were terribly painful. I felt like I had been sitting on my feet and not noticed they had gone to sleep and then jumped up at a full force run. I cannot imagine what the pain from one who is bound so that the feet are purple before they are released. I am assuming it is the exchange of sensations, the floaty feelings take over and the endorphins flood you. I did not have those with this scene. Just anxiety and fear. The next predicament, I was immediately handcuffed. My wrists instantly felt the cool metal, it slid down into a comfortable groove on my arm. The place that is made for metal handcuffs. My arms have missed them. It has been a few months since I have worn them. The chains around my ankles, pulling them down off the table, chained to the leg of the tripod. I am laying open legged, naked, with my hands above my head handcuffed behind the tripod leg. I am immediately calm, I am in a safe place in my mind. Subspace. The clover clamps are put on. They are more painful than the ropes had been on my feet earlier. The hitachi is now replacing the machete, it is lowered to touch me, maneuvered to stay in place, clamps applied to help it stay in place. These too are painful. The buzzing is not heard, only felt, as the good sensations are mixed in my brain with the painful clamps. The chain of the clover clamps is put in my mouth. Not only can I feel the smooth surface of the chains on my feet, the handcuffs on my wrist, the clover clamps on my nipples, but now I can taste the metal. Steel has a distinctive taste. Cool, metallic. Very similar to blood. I think it is the iron in the blood that gives it the similar tastes, but it is an erotic taste. I like the taste of blood, but I do prefer the metal taste over the blood. Although similar, they are also very different. All of the sensations are swirling in my head, surrounding my body and making every pore feel. I feel the good sensations, I feel the painful sensations. My body interprets them as just that. Strong sensations. Different sensations. The first set of pictures seemed like a long time. I am not sure which set took longer, but the second set was definitely a totally different feel and reaction. Both were erotic in their different way, but the second definitely was more painful, yet highly sensuous. I understand the rope feeling. I don’t react that way to rope, but I am sure if a rope fetishist were to be chained, they would have the same reaction I do to rope. Not a bad reaction, just a meh, now for the fun stuff?
