rest and restraints (rope art) - alice

Anyone who knew Alice could attest to the fact that she was absolutely no stranger to kink. 

Burrowgatory was filled to the brim with kinksters—it was the name of the game for the buns who were born and lived here. Such was particularly true for a bun like Alice, who’d drink the psychedelic substance from her special tea brew and get down with just about anything anyone suggested. With manic spirals in her eyes and drool trailing down the sides of her chin, any woman that hooked up with Alice could attest to just how “open” Alice was to any kink. Alice loved toys, she loved new positions, she loved roleplaying, and most of all, she loved to have fun.

In this particular case, Alice wasn’t a stranger to rope bondage, but shibari in specific was a bit of a different case for her. 

When she had caught sight of the little white bunny all adorned with red rope—Shibani, Alice could vaguely remember his name (and remembering that in itself was a miracle), she thought he’d looked so aesthetically pretty with it on. The vibrant red of the rope in intricate patterns tied in a distinct pattern around his body made her think: I wanna have that too! He must’ve caught Alice staring him down right before he hopped off, since he looked over his shoulder, his sleepy eyes a bit cautious and his cheeks red. She’d have to talk to him some other time once she mastered his craft.

The thing about shibari that intrigued Alice was that it wasn’t just some rope that was carelessly tied around her wrists or ankles, like the butches at parties would do to her when they’d get her into bed, eyes hungry and distant and their grins all crooked. Alice liked that well enough for the rough, raw feel of being tied up simply for someone to have their way with her, no matter how sloppy their work might’ve been, but shibari, she’d realized with a bit of research, was more like art.

More than it being art, it seemed like fun. Getting to try something she never had before was always her top priority, even in instances where that “something” wasn’t very safe. She was certain that just as many buns who could attest to her being the life of the party could also say that she was a messy bitch.

Shibari would be completely fine, though. This wasn’t one of those completely reckless times.

Alice went ahead and got one of her hookups to lend her some rope with a quick text to their phone, remembering that they were into that sort of play. Though the text came out mostly unintelligible, they seemed to have gotten the idea of her message. They’d told her things like “It’s not going to come to you instantly, Alice… yeah, especially not you. Can you even understand what I’m saying right now? Your text was pretty weird. Anyways, learn to do a single-column tie first, and you’ll be able to learn more intricate patterns with a partner—”

With all that said and done, with her now back in her room, Alice’s vision spun with little stars. Bursts of fireworks danced along the edges of her vision, making her giggle. When she giggled, she hiccuped, and a line of saliva dribbled down her chin. With her mouth open in a dumb grin, she realized only a moment later and hastily wiped it away with the back of her sleeve. She teetered forward, only to catch herself.

“Um, ahhhh,” Alice said to herself, feeling along the rope her acquaintance had given her. It was decently sturdy and felt thick. The rope was a vibrant red color, like Shibani’s had been, but Alice thought pink or purple would suit her more. “Lesse. Lesse. Um. Which way’s up and which way’s down?”

Did a rope have a beginning and an end? Both sides looked the same. She couldn’t seem to remember if the rope started and began somewhere. Feeling how ridiculous the situation was, and how hopeless she felt starting this little lesson only after taking a few gulps of her tea, Alice reached for her phone. She’d just google it, no biggie. The internet had answers to every problem ever.

Except that she couldn’t figure out how to type words, and her phone was blinking in and out of her vision. She wished she could just tie herself up, like a nice present, and let some horny butch ravage her. Wouldn’t she look so pretty as a little wrapped up present? That’s why she had to—she had to work this phone! But words wouldn’t come to her. She didn’t know what was ‘A’ and what was ‘W’ on her keypad. 

“Oopsie-daisies.”

Alice fell flat on her back, into the pile of rope, which admittedly was not very comfortable. Her phone clattered to her side. She lifted the rope she had in her hand, looking up at it as best as she could muster. 

“Ughhh. Dangit! Lil’ Shibani… maybe I’ll ask him to help… or for tips…” Heat danced along her skin as she dragged the end-or, the start of, the rope against her bare thigh, feeling goosebumps prickle her skin. “That no-good I texted was no help. I can’t tie it alone…”

Forcing herself to sit up, Alice had another gulp of tea. That would surely help her navigate her phone.

“I’ll jus’ ask someone else…we’re gonna tie this rope for sure!”