Ropes Never Leave You

They say there’s a certain age at which life begins taking away instead of giving you. Well, I’m beyond that. I’m at a point where everything and everyone is leaving me. The world doesn’t feel like my world anymore. And most of the people I knew have gone away and turned into memories. There are, however, some things and some people that stay with you. And now, I’m more convinced than ever that ropes never leave you.

You see, I’ve been a rigger for many years. And there has always been a strong sexual tension in what I do. My models know that I desire them, that I make love to them through ropes. I also took many of them to bed and loved them with my body. But, when that’s not the case, I could always count on rope to embrace their bodies, their sexuality, and, ultimately, their spirit. Definitely, ropes never leave you.

A few weeks ago, I met Melinda, one of my new models. By the time she was born, I was already a professional rigger. I could be her grandpa. I understand all that. But desire is desire, and she’s the perfect woman for me. If I think of her at night, I can’t sleep, just like a foolish teenager in love would do.

Now, I have to be honest. Even if Melinda offered herself to me, I couldn’t possess her. In matters of raw sexuality, I can’t perform anymore. And I don’t want to take a pill or something; call me old-fashioned, but that’s cheating, if you ask me.

That’s why my scene with her had to be the best. It was my only chance to truly embrace her, explore her, and make her mine. I totally concentrated on the tying, and I can swear that I felt as if each rope was an extension of my body, not just of my hands, but also of my sex. It was a huge effort, and I ended up exhausted. But I felt as if Melinda and I had made love for days. I felt as if she had been really mine.

And she must have felt something, too, because, when we were cuddling together during the aftercare, she kissed me with such tenderness, that I will never forget.

This is my Shibari story.