Shibari Wins

I love Joanna, I truly do. But I want to destroy her, and that’s true, too. Let me explain. Since we were teens, we have this competition between the two of us. Each of us wanted to have the best grades, the better-looking boyfriend, and so on. She moved to London six years ago. And, when she comes back during the winter, we showed to the other our most recent achievement and decide who wins after a night of drinks. And this year, I must admit it, Shibari wins.

I knew that Joanna was kink. I also spice up my life with a touch of weirdness here and there. But I never expected her to learn bondage at the other side of the sea just to impress me. The fact is that she had a boyfriend there who initiated her in the rope games. And she liked it so much, that she decided she would continue with the bondage kink, even when the boyfriend had become history.

So, when she came back for the holidays, I didn’t know what she had in mind for me. She just told me that she was sure this would be her definite victory in our years-long competition. And she was right.

First, she explained to me the roles and conditions of a Shibari scene. Then, she tied with a skill I would have never expected from her. I cannot say what I felt because I’m still trying to figure it out. All I can say is that I loved it. The restraint, the friction, the vulnerability, the trust. It all hit me at once and it almost brought me to tears.

I told her she had definitely won. And I promised to her I would take a few workshops during her time in London to be a better bunny when she came back. Because now, we agreed on that, we’ll do a bondage scene every year. In the end, Shibari wins.

This is my Shibari story.