shibari: bondage erótico japonés
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Categoría de nivel principal o raíz: Shibarisphere
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Categoría: Shibari Internacional
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Creado en Domingo, 25 Diciembre 2011 04:39
I was still under the spell from seeing his show the previous week and being moved to tears, so when he put his hands on me, I just eagerly tapped into his energy and let it lull and engulf me as I knew I could trust him, even if it was the first time he was going to have his ropes on me.From the first connection when he put his hands over my shoulders and pulled me in a tight embrace with his ropes across my chest, I could feel him through the ropes in a way that did not feel as if it was the first time he was tying me. And immediately I was lost in rope space.Bind in a takatekote and with rope around my waist, I got laid down on one side, and my legs got then secured to each other in the slightly asymmetric position they had naturally landed and rested.He then put a rope gag in my mouth and from there suspended me in this horizontal position. The way the legs were bent, and the semi side-way position made my ass be nicely exposed and he just had to spank it. (Ouch! He surely has heavy hands! I'd seen the marks he had left on some of his models in pictures and I can now attest to the strength of his barehanded spanking!)A few painful swats that left my right butt cheek red, he stopped. The feeling was a mixture of relief and disappointment, as I feared it meant the end of the tie. As I realized that one of the rope was starting to bite into my right shoulder, it was probably time to come down. But before he stared to undo the rope, he made me swirl around a couple of time, enticing a strong head-shake of "no! no!", as I truly hate the feeling. He respectfully stopped me and admitted later on that my vigorous plea was so cute that it actually made him wish to continue (sadists! I should know better by now! LOL).His way of handling the rope was truly intense from the beginning to the end, moving my body around with a very strong and commanding grip. Even the whole process of undoing the rope was precise and intense, and he probably took as long to pull the rope away as he did to put them on, to the point that the act of pulling then rope across my skin felt incredibly sexual and would leave me whimpering and breathing hard. Throughout the experience I could feel, even in my dazed state, the care he had in each single detail, the high level of attention he was paying to me, my physical reactions (he noticed my fast racing heart and decided it was time to stop - I explained him later that my heartbeat rate is always pretty high) and my emotional reactions (he would indulge running the rope over my skin while pulling it off in tune with my subtle whimpering). But most of all, I could feel what I had glimpsed and had made me cry during the show: he manages to express and transmit through the rope his gratitude while binding you and taking what he wants. He is totally in charge, but at the same time he truly cherish the gift he is being given by the person submitting to his ropes. I'm sure that the closer and deeper the connection, the more demanding he gets (I sense a sadist beneath the nawashi). But from the show last week, it was evident that, even during a show where the ego of the rigger could easily take over, he never forgets, not even for a moment, to focus on the model. It all ended, as all good things have to come to an end, with me in a heap on the floor, with the rope he used on me, tossed over my head and face. And ll I could do was to breath in the scent of hemp and meekly crawl over to him to lay at his feet.I can only thank my lucky star and NdT for the chance to such a wonderful experience.
Authors: rida
