Shibari and Joy

Shibari and Joy

I came for the money and stayed for the joy, simple as that. There’s a link between Shibari and joy. I mean, I should start at the beginning, so here it goes. I’m a male model. Yes, I know it sounds odd, but, in plain words, I’m really good-looking, simple as that. Now, being a male model is way more boring than being a female model. They get all the glamour, while we… Well, we do a lot of advertising for briefs, shirts, and socks.

Anyway, the point is that I got a job offer that promised good money, and so I took it. At first, it seemed like the usual gig: there was a photographer, a client, and some other people. However, when they asked me if I was gay, I knew this wasn’t going to be like my previous jobs. I told them that I wasn’t —because I’m not—, and then they asked if I was okay with being tied up by a man. Then, I thought I hadn’t understood correctly, but when they showed me the ropes the rigger would use, I knew they really meant it. 

I agreed, simple as that. I have a policy of agreeing almost to anything at least once in my life. At first, it was the most awkward thing I had ever gotten involved in. I had to remind myself a dozen times that the pay was very good. And yet, I slowly began to understand that this was some kind of art. Moreover, I started to feel good. 

When we finished, they showed me the pictures, and I liked them, simple as that. So we agreed to do more shootings. 

I still get some raised eyebrows when I tell people that, once or twice a month, a man ties me with some really strong ropes, and then someone else takes pictures of me. But I couldn’t care less. I came for the money and stayed for the joy. Shibari makes me feel good. There is a link between Shibari and joy.

This is my Shibari story.

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