Valentine’s Shibari

I love Carl. That’s why we made a deal in which he agreed to whatever I wanted for Valentine’s Day, and I agreed to whatever he wanted for that special occasion. Now, the last time I did that… Well, I don’t want to talk about it. I’ll just say that, if a person who says they love you takes this kind of “blank check” agreement to abuse you in one way or another, they don’t really love you, and the best you can do is to put them out of your life for good. But that’s not what happened with Carl. Actually, he gave me one of the nicest afternoons I’ve ever had. And it’s all because of his idea of having a session of Valentine’s Shibari.

You see, if you made a survey and asked ten men what they would do if their girlfriends agreed in advance to whatever they wanted, most of them would opt for —how can I say it?— a “backdoor opportunity”. And that’s what I thought Carl would do.

And I’m glad I was so wrong. Instead of taking me to a place where he would be the only one enjoying it, he took me to a wonderful BDSM studio. He had rented a chamber just for the two of us. And he explained to me that he had taken a couple of bondage workshops, and that he wanted to try it with me. 

It was a great experience! How can I explain it? It’s as if he had discovered a new way to touch me. He also made me conscious of my own body in a way which I had never experienced before. It was way better than any “backdoor” obsessions he could have come up with.

As for me, I made him watch “The Notebook” to cry on his shoulder.

This is the story of my Valentine’s Shibari.