Browser History

Samantha and I just don’t get along. I don’t know if it’s the classic “I hate my stepmother” cliché, or if there is some other reason, but we just don’t seem to like each other. I mean, she tries to be nice with me, and so do I, but it just doesn’t work. That’s why when she called me because she wanted to talk about my browser history, I didn’t expect anything good from that conversation.

It turned out she had checked my Internet searches —my dad asked her to do it—. And she found out something about which she wanted to talk with me. The thing is that she that I had been visiting a lot of Shibari-related pages. She didn’t say it as if she was lecturing me. She was just curious. That’s why I decided to be honest with her.

I told her that I’ve been practicing Shibari for a couple of years now. It might seem weird to her, but I like it, and I have the right to be kink. I’m a certified rigger and I have some equipment hidden in my closet. Now, I asked her not to tell my dad about it, because he’s the most vanilla guy you’ll ever meet, and he just won’t understand what Shibari is and why I like it.

And that’s when things got interested. Samantah said that she totally understood my taste for bondage. That there was nothing wrong with being kink. And that, actually, she had tried bondage before meeting and marrying my dad.

Then, she asked me to tie her. At first, I refused, it sounded uncomfortable. But she invited me to go further into the realms of kink. And so, she took off her clothes, and kept only her bra and her panties. Then, I tied her just like I like to tie my bottoms when I’m at the studio. And to think that it all began when she checked my browser history!

This is my Shibari story. Please, don’t tell my dad.