Husband: It took me a long time before I dared to ask my girlfriend if we could do Shibari together. It’s not a well-known practice in the West and frequently brings up the wrong ideas in people’s heads if they don’t fully comprehend or understand it. Images of tightly bound women with an excessive amount of ropes suggest some sort of captive prisoner (Which it all stems from.) and sexual domination. Still, it’s a Japanese art form and incredibly empowering to both parties. That’s not to say it can’t be an extension of the BDSM repertoire, but as far as I am concerned, I am an artist and my partner is the canvas. The ropes are, of course, my medium.
Wife: As I delved deeper and deeper in my understanding of Shibari, I saw so many beautiful images of women being bound that I was sure I wanted to experience that for myself. Part of me wanted to be restrained, to lose control, to have all my power be taken away. In some senses, I was already prepared for a classically submissive role. So much of my life, I am the one in power, and so when my husband suggested Shibari, I was intrigued by how it was possible to combine such beauty and dominance at the same time. I was all in. And with a romantic weekend coming up on a remote island in the Pacific Northwest, that seemed like the best time to try something new.
Husband: I didn’t know what all to pack, so I brought everything. So many different hemp and jute ropes to choose from, but I wanted my wife to collaborate in this new adventure between us. I spent the previous week reviewing all the possible wraps and tie combinations, but I knew this first time we wouldn’t go too far down the Shibri rabbit hole.
Wife: I wasn’t expecting this level of communication. I thought he’s be trying me up and just fucking me, but it’s so much more than that. There is an ease of collaboration between us that, to be honest, I’ve never experienced between us before. We discuss rope placements, and he explains the relative knots and ties that can create complex and beautiful shapes. We’ve been at this for hours, and I’m slowly being turned into a work of art. Not to mention I am incredibly turned on with what we are creating together. This might be the best foreplay of my life.
Husband: Wow, she’s really into it. I’m amazed and delighted that she understands the concept of Shibari. We are hours into a beautiful creation, and it’s hard for me not to stop and fuck her completely. She’s already stroked my hard cock through my pants, and I can see that this whole thing entirely arouses her. At the last moment, I decide to tie her hands together, immobilizing her on the bed somewhat.
Wife: Finally! I am bound and restrained. I am both a piece of erotic art; and ready to be fucked and completely dominated. I love the Hishi Karada we created; the ropes pressing against my sex make me so wet. I squirm a little while lying there and feel the rope tension change, sending shivers of pleasure up through my body. Moving some more, I can feel how my breasts are held tightly, and it’s like being held in some sort of weird corset. I didn’t expect the ropes to be this rough, and the friction against my skin is utterly arousing.
Husband: I decided to skip photographing our first creation together. I can tell that she’s ready for me, and to be frank, I’ve been prepared to fuck her since we tied the first knot together. I swiftly get undressed, and my stiff cock is happy to be free from the confines of my underwear. I stand there looking at her, and if sensing my hesitation on where to start first, she whispers,
“Fuck me.”