Shibari Is Care

Not everything that shines is gold. When people hear I’m an escort, they think that I spend my life travelling, going to luxurious parties, meeting wonderful people, wearing expensive clothes, and having great sex. That is true, to a certain point. But it is also true that sometimes you feel nauseous from so much travelling and partying. You realize that none of those luxuries really belong to you. And, most importantly, you meet horrible people who do awful things to you. That’s why I didn’t know that Shibari is care. But I soon found out.

You see, I had a customer once who asked for Shibari. Now, I don’t want to go into the details, but I would say he abused me. He turned me into his slave, and I hadn’t agreed to that. And I felt humiliated by the restraint.

That’s why when Michael, one of my best customers, asked for Shibari, I was afraid that it would happen all over again. But that wasn’t the case. He must have noticed that I was nervous, because he began telling me nice things and explaining to me what he intended to do. He said he wished to take care of me in a very special way. “Take care of me?”.

Gradually, I realized that Shibari is care. Michael was focused on making me feel good, and he enjoyed my pleasure as if he was feeling it himself. He asked me about every step he wanted to take. In the end, I was so overwhelmed by his care, that I couldn’t help weeping and thanking him for what he was doing to me. And when he untied me, I don’t know how long I spent just hugging me because he had been nice to me in such a special way.

This is my Shibari story.