Family Shibari

Family Shibari

It looked like it was going to be the worst summer of my life. I had failed several courses, so I couldn’t graduate from high school. As a punishment, my parents sent me to work with my aunt Allison, at her import-export business. It was the most boring thing you could ever imagine! A small office, loaded with tons of paper, and a huge, dark warehouse, with giant boxes waiting to be shipped. I spent endless days making photocopies, sending emails full of international commerce terms that I could barely understand, and going through files and files, each one more burdensome than the previous one. Little did I know I would end up finding out about the family Shibari.

During the day, there were a few workers in the warehouse. They moved the boxes and prepared them for shipping, which made a lot of noise. Only at night things got a little bit better. My aunt would have a meeting with the worker’s boss, Bruce, while I could have some coffee, sit on a box, and enjoy the silence. 

One day there wasn’t much work at the office. I thought my aunt Allison would pity me and give me a free afternoon. Instead of that, she asked me if I could deliver a couple of invitations for an upcoming industrial expo. The address was on the other side of town, but I had no choice. I had to say yes.

I came back very late. All the lights were off and, for a moment, I feared that my aunt had already gone home. Then, I heard some noises in the warehouse, and I thought that maybe it was Bruce, and he could help me. However, as I approached the warehouse, I heard the noises more clearly. It was as if they were tying one of the big boxes. But who would do that almost at midnight?

Then I saw my aunt Allison, scantily dressed, all tied up and suspended in the air. Bruce was finishing a knot in her feet. It was the sexiest thing I had ever seen.

I spent the whole night searching the Internet and I discovered that it was some sort of bondage. Next morning, I went straight to my aunt’s office, closed the door, and said to her: “I want some of that bondage, too.” Call it family Shibari, if you wish.

It was one of the best summers of my life.

This is my Shibari story.