An Intriguing Invitation

It had been a particularly good night. As a female rigger, I always try to do my best when I perform. You know, there are still some strong prejudices out there, even in the BDSM community. The exhibition was well organized, and the scene played out perfectly. I couldn’t be happier. I took a well-deserved shower, and, when I was drying up in my dressing room, I saw a blue envelope over the table. Since I didn’t remember it being there before, I immediately picked it up. It was an invitation for dinner. And, if you ask me, an intriguing invitation, since it had no sender.

My first thought was to ignore it. After all, I didn’t know who had sent it or why. However, I was curious to find out who my host would be. Could it be my agent? My girlfriend? A fellow rigger or a producer who had seen my work? In the end, instead of putting on some comfy clothes and watching TV in my hotel room, I decided to dress up and go to the address written on the invitation.

It was an apartment building, but not the regular kind. It was quite luxurious, actually, with concrete walls and large windows. A sort of butler appeared (although he was not dressed like your typical butler, but more like the waiter of a modern restaurant), and he led me to the penthouse.

There were a lot of people there, all dressed very elegantly. (I congratulated myself for having dressed up.) There were premium snacks, a DJ, and some ice sculptors. All very classy, if you ask me.

My host turned out to be a model who had worked with another rigger, but who had seen my scene at a previous festival. She was so fascinated that she wanted to meet me. She seemed very interested in me, and any slim, 5’7 woman with big, black eyes, immediately grabs my attention.

I promised her we would do a private scene the following day. And it was a lot more than we expected, if you know what I mean. I never thought it would all start with an intriguing invitation.

This is my Shibari story.