Paying a Bet

Call me a “trophy wife”, I don’t care. The way I see it, almost everything in life is a deal. And if you get a good deal, it is only because of envy that people criticize you. So, yes, he’s 24 years older than me, I’m barely the same age as his daughter from his previous marriage. And? Who cares?! I already told you who. But, anyway, we’re not here to discuss my philosophy of life, but to talk about my Shibari story. And my story involves paying a bet with Shibari.

The first thing you should know is that I’m a race driver. And that requires two essential supplies: skill and money. Now, I had the first. Whenever I’m behind the wheel, I can beat anyone. And if some jerk suggested that racing is not for women, you can be sure that I will humiliate him by leaving him at least over a minute behind me. As for the money, I always struggled to get the necessary budget. That is, until my now husband decided to back me up financially… and marrying me.

So, from time to time, we race against each other. And let me tell you something, he’s as daring and competitive as any professional. He doesn’t like losing, in anything. That’s why our races are epic! Once, he was just about to win, when I did a dangerous maneuver which led him off track. We were so excited about it that we made wild, frenetic love right there, by the side of the racing track.

Our bet goes like this: the winner gets to play rigger in our next Shibari scene, while the loser has to play bottom, whether they like it or not.  By now, you must have realized that I’m not the kind of girl who likes to be passive, and he’s not the kind of man who feels comfortable getting tied and being submitted. So, you can imagine how our scenes go.

That’s how paying a bet became my Shibari story.