Musings From Master Max...

In the hands of a nawashi, rope comes alive. It slides like a mountain stream, rushes like a rapid, and crashes like the sea. It will pull you under, immerse you, surround you and drown you. All the while, you wonder why you should come up for air. It can be a gentle hello between two strangers. It can be an ecstasy of intensity and beauty that deepens trust between long-time lovers. A good rope scene is a story, a drama of rhythm, timing and layers told with the brush of fingertips, the caress of sure hands, the tightening of knots, the tension of the lines, the marks on the skin; unfurling like a Chinese scroll or, perhaps, uncoiling like a viper, silent and dangerous. A willing submissive is like a canvas or a piece of marble to be lovingly crafted into something glorious to behold.