shibari: bondage erótico japonés

Kanna-sensei's model (and partner) Kagura-san 神楽 entered wearing a lovely red-based, floral pattern Kimono. And lead by the rhythm and the flow of the music the show started.

I'm not sure I can remember all the technical details, but here is a quick run down of the 6 patterns Kanna-sensei showed us.

The first suspension started with a takatekote. Rope fixed to the suspension point, another rope got tied around her tight and pulled up and then a second rope around her other ankle and that too pulled up and secured to suspension point.

Rope removed, her kimono was also removed, leaving Kagura-san in her undergarments: nagajyuban and underskirt.

This time the rope got applied to her torso in a diamond pattern before being secured up to the suspension point and pulled up until she was left dangling.

Rope and Nagajyuban also taken away, Kagura-san was down to her uder-skirt.

The next suspension was a side suspension, this too executed with precision and incredibly fluid movements.

Next it was time for floor work, and with Kagura-san in a seiza, her arms got tied asymmetrically behind her back, and rope got also passed across her mouth, gag-like. Laundry pegs on her nipples and on her tongue, Kanna-sensei then slapped the ones on her breasts away, causing her to yelp around her gagged drooling mouth.

Then it was time for a back prayer tie and then, underskirt also taken away, Kagura-san was down to her fundoshi (a very nice pale pink with flowers patterned one).

Made to stand, her arms straight behind her back, the arms got tied in a binder and then pulled up and attached to the suspension point. A rope wrapped around her waist and passed through her legs too got attached to the suspension point, making her stand on her tip toes. Pulling on the rope across her pussy, Kanna-sensei would teasingly add and release tension.

And with the last notes of the shamisen dying in the background, 90 minutes had passed and a beautiful show had finished.

It was the most intimate and romantic rope I've seen. You could almost see the love engulfing them, going back and forth as in a delicate and balanced dance of trust and gratitude: she abandoning herself in his hands and him taking the gift and reading into her heart's desires to give her what she wanted.

You could see from her face that she was in total bliss. Her sexy mouth would move as if singing a secret inner song that only she and him could hear. 

And us, the public, felt almost as intruders in their secret private world, made of rope, love, eros, devotion and pain.