Rope Bunny Knots Novels & Stories

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Alex snapped a small rebreather device around her neck. "Shouldn't be any more dangerous than walking in the sun. It's been through several half-lives by now." Alex pulled out a thick line of black rope and went about making a harness to lower herself down the well. Jack followed suit, but seemed unsure how to make a harness. "So how do you tie this?" he asked, holding a pile of tangled rope. Alex snatched the rope from him, shook it a couple times and the ropes fell apart. She looped it around his legs and back again, securing it with a knot.

Mu Zi lowered her head, and replied without any good humor, "Do you think anyone is as nervous as you? Asking for gifts in the middle of the night!" Murong Cheng was scolded, but his thin lips curled up in pleasure. She hadn't braided it for Mu Zenin. So this hand rope, is unique. ...... The room was silent. Mu Zi slowly retrieved her memory, and the movements in her hand gradually became skillful. When she was braiding, her heart was quite unfavorable. Now in the hands of this method of braiding, using three red rope, if braided into a lover's knot, signifies three lifetimes, three lifetimes.

Josephine stuffed the fruit knife into Zayne’s hand and said, “Don’t you worry. Even if you want to cut off the macrame knots on their hands, these two brats wouldn’t let you succeed.” Zayne was stunned. However, he also noticed that these two fellows were deadly afraid of cutting the macrame knots. Josephine complimented, “Sis Angeline’s trick is truly one of a kind.” “Why is it one of a kind?” Zayne asked curiously. Josephine explained, “These ropes are binding them together, but the knots are actually connecting their hearts. If I’m not mistaken, the knots were carefully made by Sis Angeline, and the trumpet creepers in the middle represent Angeline’s life force. Meanwhile, the two Turk’s

The exciting part came. She brought two different ropes, one red and the other black. I was eager to see how artistic she was when it came to bondage. I felt myself getting excited as the rope came into contact with my skin. She started with one arm. I watched, dazed, as she tied each knot loosely yet perfectly, wrapping it around my forearm before repeating the process. Blended together, the black and red rope created a beautiful art. "Too tight?" She asked me continuously.

Then came the ropes. John used thick, soft hemp ropes the color of aged oak. He started with her wrists, binding them tightly together behind her back. The coarse fibers scraped sensually against her sensitive skin as he tightened each knot with firm, confident pulls. He wrapped the rope around her upper arms and torso in an intricate chest harness, the pressure making her full breasts swell and throb beautifully. Each loop was tightened slowly, the rope pressing deeper into her soft flesh until she whimpered from the intense, constant compression. He adjusted the knots with care, making sure the rope framed her breasts perfectly, forcing them to jut out obscenely, her nipples dark and hyper

I tightened it and smiled hearing the sharp intake of breath. “Good?” I asked, making a knot as she nodded, biting her lip. I wanted her legs free for what I had in mind so I hummed and, taking another bit of rope, I looped it through her stockings and tied hands so every time she tried to squirm or move her hands, the rope around her chest and neck would tighten. Not painful enough to hurt her but definitely uncomfortable. Good thing my kitten was also a rope bunny. I spread her thighs wider and said, “I’ll edge you each time you try to close your legs, so keep them wide, kitten. I’ll be right back, so don’t try to run away.”

To each their own, I guess. We learn the ten basic must have knots that Riku teaches all beginners. As the days go on, we learn how to intertwine the ropes together before moving on to the different bondage positions and rope placement for those positions. By the end of my last week here I am practicing my rope play skills on a willing sub. Since I passed at the top of the three-person class, I was given permission to tie the sub up, but not suspend them yet. I understand the dangers of rope play, or any kind of play if you don’t do it properly.

At the end of each strand hung a small charm made of each Alpha’s personal gemstone—Kieran’s grey diamond, Seren’s fiery red ruby, and Kline’s deep blue sapphire. “This rope… is the symbol of our bond,” Kieran explained in a level voice. “It will bind us together… not with pain, but with love.” Then they began the most beautiful bondage. They did not tie her so tightly that she couldn’t move, but instead wrapped the golden silk rope loosely around her body as if it were the most precious jewelry. One rope was wrapped around her chest and shoulders, another around her waist and hips, and the last was tied in a knot at her wrists, which rested calmly on her lap.