A Shibari Heroine

A Shibari Heroine

I’ve been a fan of comic books since I was a kid. From the day I opened the pages of the first one I bought, I knew I wanted to live in this world of strong, confident heroes, and beautiful, skillful heroines. I am a man now, and I work as a comic book illustrator. Many people think I’m an artist, and that’s what they call me. Also, I have won several awards. Now, I don’t know if I can consider myself an artist or not. What I do know, however, is that I live exactly the life I wanted to live. Little did I know one day I would meet a Shibari heroine in real life.

To make things more perfect, if I can use that expression, my girlfriend is a beautiful woman. She’s a cosplayer, who has thousands of fans on Instagram. We met at a convention, and, in the wonderful world of fantasy literature, we are royalty.

One afternoon, we were playing a game, and it turned out I had to confess to her my most intimate fantasy. “Do you really want to know?”, I asked. And, since she agreed, I told her something I had never told anyone before.

When I was about eleven, I was reading some silly comic book. It was pretty mediocre, but the heroine was a redhead, and, even at that young age, I already found redheads quite attractive. (Needless to say, the natural hair color of my girlfriend is ginger). This heroine landed on a planet ruled by a cardboard, stereotyped villain who had the ability to control minds. In one of the pages, he tied the heroine with ropes, and then invaded her mind. By the time I read the last frame, in which she said: “I’ll do as you order, master”, I realized I had a hard-on. It was the first time that ever happened to me.

Once I finished telling my story, I laughed nervously. But I guess my girlfriend didn’t find my anecdote laughable, since, the very next day, she put in motion all her cosplayer skills and reenacted the scene just as I had described it to her. 

Needless to say what happened next. I’ll just say that, once it was all over, she explained to me that there was this bondage art called “Shibari”, and that I might find it interesting. She became my Shibari heroine.

I’ve been surfing the net for an hour or so, and I think I will.

This is my Shibari story.