Pin Me Wide and Expose Me

It was one of the best types of predicament bondage I’d ever been put into, and both Dionysos and I had a blast in the process!

First there was the lovely cotton sash rope, tied beautifully to my hands and then down to the end of the bed. Next came the cuffs around my ankles, locked to a spreader bar which was extended to its maximum. Then the rope came back out and was tied to the D-rings of the cuffs (and thus my legs / the spreader bar) and roped to the headboard above my head. I was thoroughly exposed – or so I thought.

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Stop the Bus

So I’d been eyeing up this bus stop for a while – I thought it was the perfect place to get myself a Scavenger Hunt shot. It was on a relatively quiet suburban street with a park behind it and a park across the road from it; it had a lovely image on the side of the bus stop itself (rather than a terrible advertisement); and best of all it was quite near to my counsellor. So I figured on a day when I had the time I could swing past and get myself some pictures.

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Suspension of Disbelief

Of course I wanted to be suspended – I was delighted when Bear asked me if he and NiteWolf could take advantage of me wrap me in rope and hang me up high. Bear in particular wanted to disprove the oft-touted line he kept hearing that only the waif-thin could be hoisted in rope, and I was most happy to assist.

I’d only been suspended once before, very briefly – so I was looking forward to having an entire afternoon to muck about with the suspension rack, delicious hemp rope, and my fantastic riggers. And to figure out what kind of lifts we were going to do so as not to upset my lower back (something which had been discussed well in advance).

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Admiring Alligator

Okay, so I have a serious phobia about dinosaurs (and I do mean serious, and I do mean phobia), but I got incredibly excited when I saw that there was a reptile park near where Apollo and I were staying for our sexaversary. Because while dinosaurs may be lizards, lizards these days don’t mean dinosaurs. Thankfully!

So on our first full day up on the Matakana Coast, we beetled around and found the park, paid our moneys, and had a wonderful time trying to spot at all the amazing exhibits. Geckos! Skinks! Chameleons! Turtles and tortoises and bearded dragons! A Galapagos Tortoise named Willy! Monkeys! (I have no idea what monkeys were doing at a reptile park. But there they were.) An actual tuatara!

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Who’s for School?

If you’re going to get naughty photos by a gate, where better than at great big school gates, shortly after attending a great big Pride Parade with Hylas (especially when you’re still a tad tiddly)? Especially when those gates look out over rather a busy road?

We’d parked at Auckland Girls’ Grammar, and stopping to rest my feet partway down the hill – those new shoes were rubbing badly by then – I of course had a naughty idea

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Seriously Proud Queer

For a long time I was uncomfortable with the term ‘queer’ – at least when it came to applying it to myself. Despite knowing that many people regard it as an umbrella term for those of diverse sexual orientations and gender identities, it didn’t feel like it was a label that was right for me.

I’m quite particular about my labels. I really like to have them, with the proviso that I have chosen them myself – and I write them on removable stickers, in pencil! So sure, I’ve plastered myself with pansexual and polyamorous – either of which is enough for various friends to tell me that the label suited me. But I needed to work it through for myself, to see if it was a term I could come to terms with, reconcile to my sense of identity.

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Rope Space

As the rope goes on around me, I like to help. I turn my body so the placement is more easily made. I hold sections when told to; ask for portions to be tightened more please; mention when inadvertently twisting has occurred.

And as the rope binds into place and my movement restricts, I find my heart beat slowing and my breath lengthening. I am in the moment and enjoying it so very much. Not for me the struggle to escape, or the desire to find my freedom again. Instead I revel in the tightness, the compression, the cotton or hemp snug against my flesh.

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Naked on the C507

One of my most cherished memories from my first visit to Melbourne is when m’Lady and I took a car trip through the Yarra Valley and into rural Victoria (to spend the night at hir parents house) – and along the way we both had a strong desire to find somewhere to fuck.

This was not as easy to find as we thought it would be – every intriguing-looking side road turned out to have houses on it, or farmland being farmed, or, in one case, a horse that looked on curiously as we said “Whatever” and stopped for a passionate make-out session that was not sex but very close.

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Amongst the Vines

Apollo, Hylas and I all travelled across to Waiheke Island recently to help Demeter to celebrate her birthday, along a bunch of other friends – it was one of those special years. We had a ‘long Island Sunday lunch’ at an amazing restaurant/vineyard – and naturally at some point I needed to take a walk to help those courses settle (possibly because there were five in total). How kind of Hylas to come with me!

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Walk in the Sky

There’s something special about walking on skyways. Whether they have glass beneath your feet or stick to glassed-in walls, that feeling of being in the sky – a pedestrian between buildings high in the air – is amazing.

I’ve been photographed in one before, for my airport scavenger hunt with Amie, but thought it would make a great location all on its own. Especially when I kept walking through this handy one in the city on Saturday afternoons (between K’ Road and the Mercury car park) and finding it deserted! Between wearing a top that made flashing my tits easy, making good use of my gorilla pod to hang my camera from the metal railings, and the very useful 10-second delay on the camera itself, I got some very pleasing photographs.

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About Dee

Exhibitionist with words, skin and sex. Free with kisses, compliments, and friendship. Open with heart, passion, and laughter.
Labels I choose for myself: pansexual, polyamorous, fat, kinky, New Zealander, writer.
You can keep my partners and close friends not-mixed-up by reading more about them here.
I write fortnightly for GLBTI magazine Express, for whom I am also the sub-editor. I also write upon occasion for other publications!
If you want to get in touch, send me an email: curvaceous.dee@gmail.com.