Shibari Honeymoon

They say you don’t choose who you fall in love with. And it’s true. I would have never expected having a relationship with someone like Melissa. She came from a very conservative family. So, every time I entered her parents’ house, I felt like saying the word “fool” would be an insult never before heard within those walls. That’s why I couldn’t wait for our Shibari honeymoon.

You see, I have a theory. I think that the wildest kinks come from the most restrictive environments. It’s the typical story of the girl who had never drank before, and ends up dancing on the table the first time she zips a drink. Or like the boy who has never seen the picture of a nude girl. So, once he tries sex, becomes a stallion who would make a porn actor jealous. You may agree with me or not. But I’ve seen it happen time and again.

And Melissa was the ultimate dream for that. With her pink dresses, and her hazelnut, straight hair, her luminous smile, and her love for Winnie the Pooh movies, you would have never guessed that she also enjoyed when I put my hand between her legs while we were watching a movie. For me, that was the indication that there was a kink queen lying underneath her “nice girl from the hills” image.

So, I asked her to let me prepare our honeymoon in the utmost secrecy. In exchange, the wedding would be exactly the way she wanted. The result was that the ceremony looked like something from the 1950s. As for the honeymoon, I took her to a nice studio in the mountains, more than a thousand miles away from her family, and I took her in an intensive bondage course. By the time we came back, she was as kink as she should have always been.

This is the story of our Shibari honeymoon.