Shibari and Responsibility

Shibari and Responsibility

I hate the guy. I mean, I hate any guy who hurts women, but when damage comes from simple and plain irresponsibility, I get furious. He calls himself a photographer, he might as well be. But he also says he’s a rigger, and I know he’s lying. I mean, Shibari and responsibility always go together.

The first time they called us, I knew there was something wrong. There’s risk in bondage, and in many other BDSM practices. Accidents can and do happen, no matter how carefully you prepare the scene and how much attention you pay to the safety measures. However, in this case I could see that things had been done carelessly. I mean, communication with the bottom had been bad. Moreover, there had been no emergency plan other than to call us and step aside.

One girl fainted, another got nerve damage. I was really upset. As a woman, I can understand that a girl who is not a model grabs the money believing she’s going to do a real modeling job. But I just can’t stand this guy being so reckless, especially after he has seen that mistakes have consequences. He should know by now that it is only for some sort of miracle that none of his “models” has suffered an injury.

I don’t judge kink people. I am kink myself. But I do feel strongly about someone calling himself a rigger without having the proper qualifications. I’ve told the girls about it. I’ve even instructed them on how to know if a rigger knows what he is doing, and which are the proper questions to ask.

So, when we got the fourth call from this guy, I knew exactly what I had to do. I told my partner not to come upstairs with me. Then, I stormed the room —which this guy calls his “studio”— and, after making sure the girl was alright, I took the ropes and tied this guy in a very uncomfortable position. I came back hours later to untie him, but not before he promised he would never try Shibari again.

Shibari and responsibility go together, and I just can’t stand phoneys.

This is my Shibari story.