Shibari, My Gateway to Devotion

It all begins when I receive a simple DM here on WishPride. A certain @Pax , telling me he has read ALL of my profile and that he is a dom himself.

As a matter of principle, I reply politely and respectfully to anyone who approaches me, but the fact that he had read it ALL catches my attention even more, so we start talking about our views on BDSM. This man uses the word devoted, not submissive, which I explain in another article. One word, a term, a meaning, an idea—and being understood in this way touches me and appeals to me. And as the conversation continues, he isn't a Master; he'll be a guide. I like that word. 2 words

We talk about me, a lot—my limits, my desires, my fears, what I'm looking for in my desire to devote myself, which limits I know I'm able to push today, and which will take much, much more time, even those I think I may never be able to go beyond.

We end up talking about the art of Shibari, its values, its history, the techniques, what it brings... Then, after all this back-and-forth (I'm keeping it short here, because we talked for several hours), Pax suggests I come along to a Play (me: 🤔). That's when I learn it's a private party at a swinger club, where people can discover non-sexual BDSM practices, and that he himself will be there offering Shibari. And since I'm not one to be easily intimidated... well, let's go, girl!!!!

The gentleman, being a kind, gentle, and protective man (I really like that side of him 😊), comes to pick me up from my hotel so we can arrive at the club together.

On arrival, the atmosphere is pleasant, cozy, intimate. A quick look around at the first arrivals, since my Guide is already known there. Then we share a welcome drink, a savory buffet, and a quick introduction from each participant so we can find out who's looking for what, who's offering what, who's who... (right up each other's butts) sorry!

Let's move on to practicing Shibari :

We settle into a room with a two-level bed, which is more comfortable for the Rigger (the person tying), Pax, my Guide.

I put on lingerie, then sit on the edge of the upper bed. Pax takes out his ropes and explains the whys and wherefores of their length, diameter, and type of weave.... He tells me he'll touch me, observe me, analyze every reaction of my body, and that he'll be close, because the idea, the goal, is to create a bond (pun intended!) of trust. My only task is to let myself be guided; my only obligation is to dare to say stop if something doesn't feel right, because there's no way this should hurt: it should be a restraint and nothing more.

Pax sits facing me. We exchange deep looks that say, "Are you ready?" "Yes, I'm calm." He begins by placing the black rope behind my neck, then passing it under one arm and tying a knot, then under the other arm and tying another knot. I watch his hands, his eyes; I need this connection, I need to read him, just as he needs to read me. He pauses, asks if I'm okay, and gently places his hands on me, on my arms. Pax continues, explaining every step, every knot. He passes the rope around my back; it's long, it touches the floor, and with every movement it slides over my thigh, my side. The sensation of this rope caressing my skin is different on every part of my body: erotic on my thigh, electric on my side. The corset is finished.

As an attentive Rigger, Pax asks if I'm ready to have my hands tied, and I say yes. He starts making a loop (a special loop, mind you) with the red rope, which I have to slip my hands into, palm to palm. He tightens the loop enough to restrain me, but not enough to hurt. He passes the rope between my fingers, one by one... I keep watching: his hands, his eyes, the ropes (and the people watching us too ^^). He does the same; we read each other, we bind ourselves together. My hands are tied to one end of the rope and Pax holds the other end, the one controlling my movements. He plays with it a little, probably to see how I react, because he won't take his eyes off me. Then he asks if we should continue... the rope is still long, still between my thighs...

With a gentle movement, Pax supports me, guides me. I do nothing; I have to follow his arms as they welcome me, letting me slide onto my back. He passes the rope through the corset and pulls it so my hands are close to my breasts and held in place. Then he passes the rope between my thighs, putting pressure on my clit, takes it around my back, loops it around, and ties a knot in front to finish off this rope. Then he suggests tying my feet, and I agree. I find the position very sensual: my legs bent, braced against the edge of the bed, him between my feet, passing his second black rope around one foot, then the other, bringing them together. After he has me lie on my side, he takes the rest of the rope and passes it through the corset... I think. Pax shows me that if he pulls on it, it forces me to bend my legs, and that if he finished the knot, I'd be completely at his mercy... personally, I already feel like I am ^^, but actually, I could still escape by hopping away...😀

Throughout all this tying, Pax is facing me, kneeling between my legs, watching me, stroking me with his ropes to make me shiver, reassuring me with his eyes, connecting with me through his hands, attentive to every one of my movements, glances, and breaths....

The goal for the day is to establish a connection and build trust, so he can support me over time and guide me toward the long-sought letting go. There are only knowing glances, soothing caresses, reassuring words, caring bonds, and protective gestures.

I'm telling you about just one of the two rope sessions; the photos will speak for themselves.

Thank you to @Pax, this dom, this Master, this gentleman, my guide... because I don't have a Master :-p