Bottoming to The Monk: It's Kind of Like Meeting Captain Kirk

I've been linking to Monk's personal blog *I think* about as long as I've been writing here at PF... his candor about both his private life and his public business has been inspirational on many points. But back in 2004 when I started this blog, I never would have thought that I'd ever find myself with the opportunity to meet him, let alone work with him. Maybe if I went to a kink convention where he was vending, I might shyly go up to his booth and mumble to him about how I liked his rope and hoped he was having a nice day, something lame and dorky like that, because it's hard to act vivacious when you're meeting somebody that is akin to "celebrity" in your world. But this past weekend, I indeed had the privilege and extreme honor to not only meet but work with the man behind TwistedMonk.com.

Now, I know I said that I was going to refrain from any more modeling talk here, but this was something very much tied into my life, so y'all will just have to deal. ;)

This was, for all intents and purposes, my first experience as a rope bottom. Makal and I have been playing with rope for years, but it's always had a different air to it. The goal there is usually to tie me up and have sex, which is a lot different than "bottoming" to a rope top with no intent to fuck. It's an entirely different dynamic. There isn't really an "end result" both parties are working towards because it's more about the process of (for the bottom) getting tossed about and tied up and hung from the ceiling--well, the ceiling is optional.

If you're not tying a person up for kinky sex specifically, why would you tie them up at all? Well, I really like rope, for one. And Monk really likes rope too. I think both our affinity for rope kind of transcends physical sex, in a way. Also, I really like geeky kinksters, and apparently Monk has a thing for callipygian goth nerds. So we had some mutual interests to attend to. And of course, rope is fun! It's a great medium for interaction between two people and it doesn't have to hit you over the head with sex (just ask the guy whom, freshman year of highschool, I spent several Applied Science classes discreetly tying into hand bondage with our experiment materials...).

So what exactly was it like, working with Monk?

We've been in contact for months planning this meeting; he so kindly and selflessly offered to tie me up and kick my ass (professionally speaking, of course), with a photographer on-hand to capture the occasion for both my business and his. Before meeting we talked about what each of us was wanting out of it. In my case, and since I'm pretty easy to please, it was the simple act of being tied up that would make me happy; I didn't have any "I would specifically like to do a rope corset then get awkwardly tied between two shelving units housing musty files from the 1970s, directly in front of a window so that any passersby might look in and see my wanton state of exhibition" type of requests (though that is one of the scenes we did). We also talked about what we didn't want to happen, or things that should be avoided (my problematic knee, for example).

On the day of shooting, my troop and I arrived at The Abbey and Monk gave us a tour of the building and the areas we might want to work in. We decided to start with something a little low-key, a horizontal suspension in his office. Now, as much as I'd like to say "he did this and then this and there was also some of that"... um, I can't. See, rope kind of makes me go a little fuzzy in the head, nevermind the mere act of submission in such a situation. And even though this first go was pretty casual, well, did I mention I'm easy to please? Umm, yeah, so anyway... we started low-key and amped it up a bit with each new scene, working up to the more intense scene at the end that had even my troop more than a little distracted. ;)

Monk is really good with including subtle things in the experience, which is really what makes him so much fun. Earlier this year he wrote a great post on his blog titled "Top 10 things I really enjoy doing in a scene as a top", which contains a lot of the things he threw at me on Saturday. There was lots of touching, some of it was soft and sensual with no discernible purpose other than skin-to-skin contact, and at other times it was abrupt and hard (like when he literally punched me in the ass, or wickedly drove his thumbs into pressure points on my shoulders). Monk is also really good at the dirty talkin'; he'll get all up close and personal and starts whispering the naughtiest things that you just don't expect him to say but could listen to for hours. So even though our primary goal was working with rope, there was a lot more to it than just the rope.

So if I had no specific goal for the meeting, what did I end up walking away with? Well, apart from a newfound enjoyment of Mindless Self Indulgence, and a body full of deep bruises and rope burns, I actually learned a lot. I learned that yes, that is exactly who I am and what I want in life, no doubt about it. And if you're not really sure what I mean by "that", well, perhaps you should join my subscription site and learn a bit more about me, eh? ;)

I also learned that I am (apparently) one tough chickadee. Given that I didn't really have much previous experience with rigorous bondage modeling, I wasn't entirely sure what my body would be able to withstand. I mean, let's face it: I'm not an athletic person in the least (unless you count bedroom olympics...) and I have always shied away from most any activity that might result in injury. But if a guy like Monk is looking at me going "geez, why has this girl not cracked yet?!" then yeah, I must be pretty damn tough (ref. his Twitter post: "Been a long time since I tied till my fingers bled. Seriously tough girl. 4 scenes, 2 inversions and one destroyed rope kit later.").

The funny thing (to me) is that I wasn't even being as much of a brat as I know I could have been, meaning that I was not really egging him on much at all (which I do regret). Long story short, I tend to intimidate people if I actually go all-out with my personality, which is an ironic counter to the fact that I'm really just a shy little geek girl, so anymore I don't talk much in most situations. It entertains me to ponder just how bruised I'd be today (and bruised I already am) if I had actually looked him in the eye, laughing, and said "You think that hurts me? That doesn't hurt at all! In fact, that feels rather good. Do it s'more... Oh wait, can you move a little lower? Mmmmm..." But, now I know I don't have much reason to not say that stuff, and can back talk to him all I want in the future. Until he ties a gag into my mouth, of course. Or maybe chopsticks? Ung nung ug nug nug!

Also, I used the word "trepidatious" during our last scene. Today I discovered it's commonly considered to not be a word at all. I don't think any of them noticed. I am lucky Monk is not a grammar nazi like I can be... though now that I mention it, that might make a pretty hot scene, especially given my inability to form coherent sentences when fuzzy headed...