So, if you aren’t familiar with rope bondage, shibari rope bondage is the go-to for many newbies.
It’s less like tying up hands and feet; shibari rope bondage places knots over the whole body. Rather than focus on restraint, the one tying the ropes often places knots and designs over the exposed skin of the rope bunny.
It is extremely visually appealing, with colored, silk-like cords dancing over smooth skin.
There are many different designs. Most are for women, showing off breasts and hips with knots and rope doubling back on each other for awe-inspiring designs. Some shibari rope bondage patterns focus instead on the limbs. A limb may be bent in a resting position, folded on itself, with a cascade of knots and weaves to accentuate it. For men, knots that dig tightly into the skin, ropes that help show off muscles tend to be popular. There’s more work on the back and limbs.
A detailed piece can take hours, constantly checking in and out with a sub that they’re ok. As a domme, you’ve got to make sure your sub hasn’t gone numb in any of their limbs. A good sub lets you know before they feel tingly.
But I’ve found that sometimes a sub will get too into subspace, a place where they feel vulnerable but safe. When there, a submissive might forget to speak, so numb are they to the feeling of security.
And, honestly, I’m into shibari rope bondage because I find beauty in vulnerability.
A Scene Between A Lover and I
I’m no stranger to bondage. I don’t mind being tied up or doing the tying. But I love to be in charge, and I love showing others how much fun it can be to be tied up. I’ve converted a few vanilla lesbians into sensual bondage lesbians. The most important thing is a large amount of trust for me.
So let me take you through a scene, dear reader. I offer this still, quiet moment to you in hopes that you too can one day enjoy shibari rope bondage for yourself. And if it’s not your scene– perhaps begging and pleading is more your jam– by no means will I be offended. Sex is about pleasure. And, occasionally, power.
Camilla lays on the bed. She’s nervous, giggling as I offer her water. “Any tightness or tingling, you let me know,” I tell her, handing the cup over. “And here is my knife, in case we need to cut the rope immediately.”
The knife, with a red handle, is nothing more than a hunting knife I’ve picked up. I keep it plenty sharp, and it’s seen a lot of use. But knives are nothing more than tools, and here, it is in my emergency kit. I want to plan for everything so Camilla can focus on feeling rather than thinking.
She sips. “And I let you know when I’m hungry or thirsty, Elise.”
“Exactly.”
She pinches my nose. “You’re a worry-wart. Party girl is a worry-wart. Better make this the best time, or else I’ll spill your secret.”
She leans up to kiss me, soft and tender. I put my hand through my hair and lay her back down on the bed. “Torso only. Simple knots.”
“I trust you.”
The words fill the room with the warmth our bodies cannot.
Vulnerability on Display
Shibari rope bondage ropes are traditionally red. I don’t know why; I like to think it is because red is always associated with sex, beauty, the forbidden. Women paint our nails and lips and cheeks red as battle paint in the arena of arousal. There’s no better color to capture human attention, provided our prey can see color.
But tonight, I’ve gone with a purple rope. It’s my favorite color, and also, it was on sale.
Sometimes reality interferes with our fantasies, you know?
Camellia breathes while I praise her. “Good girl for me.” My voice purrs while my hands go over knots. “I know it feels weird. That’s alright.” Underneath my hands, her silky skin rises and falls. I can feel her ribcage underneath my fingertips. Against my skin, her heartbeat, like a rabbit. Her eyes are glazed over, though occasionally they flicker towards my face.
“Doin’ ok,” she slurs. Smiling, I boop her nose and praise her again.
With each knot I tie, her body sinks into limpness just a little more. With each twist of the rope, her breaths come deeper from the center of her body.
And by the time I have finished her torso, she is safe in the room, in my arms, in her world. She’s in a place where she has no needs, no fears, no thoughts. I will keep watch over her until she returns back to waking, praising her all the while.
Be vulnerable yourself.
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