Mr. Right One

I knew it! It had to be him. From our first exchange of glances I was sure he’s Mr. Right One. And the fact that it all came together through bondage just makes it better.

The story starts eight months ago, when I met Humphrey in a kink festival. I’m a very traditional woman in all respects, but, at the same time, I’ve always advocated for freedom of lifestyle. That’s why it’s no surprise that I’m a Shibari enthusiast. I’ve taken dozens of workshops. Actually, I’m a certified rigger, and I’ve performed in festivals and done suspensions. I like to be good at what I do!

It’s sad to recognize that there is still a lot of prejudice out there. And I must say that all the previous men with whom I had a relation showed a varying degree of discomfort when I said I wanted to tie them. By the way, I like to tie men more than I like to tie women. To be honest, my emotional connection with other women is weak, whereas I enjoy surprising my men by hugging them with ropes.

Anyway, the point is that my boyfriends would never let me tie them. For me, that was a warning that behind the sweet talking and the nice manners, there was still a macho lurking in the shadows, ready to come out in the most unexpected, and probably violent, way.

That’s why when Humphrey agreed to be tied, I was about to explode with happiness. I had finally found my Mr. Right One. If he trusted me for this, he would always trust me. If he respected this weird taste of mine, he would respect my whole personality.

It’s been a month since I tied him for the first time. And I think I hear bells ringing in the distance.

This is my Shibari story.