Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy

Ropes. I’ve lived surrounded by them. I’m not kidding. When you’re born and raised in one of the hundreds of towns sprinkled among rural Montana, the most probable thing is that you end up knowing quite a lot about barns, farming, tractors, and ropes. Of course, not all cowgirls end up with an affection for bondage, but what I’m trying to say is that the first time I held a rope in my hands was when I was four. That’s why, for me, it comes as no surprise that Shibari is my favorite kink, and that “save a horse, ride a cowboy” is the theme of my preferred scene.

I started tying boys when we were in the fourth grade. It always made me feel something special. But it wasn’t until many years later that I understood that it turned me on. I tied girls, too, of course. But I never felt any special arousal with them. With women, it was just business.

You see, boys are pretty dominant around here. So, the least I want is to get tied by one of them. Instead, I like to play top and being the one that does the tying. On the other hand, I’m a cowgirl and I’ll always be. I can’t think of anything sexier than wearing fashion boots and a nice hat. To put it simply: I want to play with ropes, playing the active part, while, at the same time, I want to be as feminine as I like to be.

So, what I do is I tie my man and then I ride him the way I want. I’m in charge and I call every move, literally. But, hey, you know what they say: it’s better to save a horse, and ride a cowboy, instead.

This is my Shibari story.