Tied Together

White Wing Black Wing words were an ultimatum: either we did the scene as he wanted, or he would cancel our participation in the Shibari exhibition. To answer the question that most probably is on your mind, I will say that White Wing Black Wing is the artistic name of the bondage artist with whom I’ve been working for the past two years. I don’t know his real name. As for the scene he had in mind, it was actually quite simple: he would tie me with white ropes, and Tina with black ropes. We would be tied together in a way that would show that, in the end, white is black and black is white, or something like that.

Now, the problem with that scene is that Tina and I can’t stand each other. She says that I’m so skinny that I frighten the audience. And I tell her that she’s so heavy that the ropes will break. She calls me “stick” and I call her “cow”. She… I guess you get the point.

So, the perspective of spending a couple of hours tied so close that we could share our breath and warm with each other’s body heat, sounded like the worst, most stupid idea ever, or something like that. We asked him a dozen times not to do the scene, but he didn’t comply.

The night of the show, of course, Tina and I were quarreling all the time in the dressing room. We weres still discussing when we were in the backstage. However, when we took the stage, our professional pride prevented us from fighting in front of the audience. We decided that, despite the bad company, we would give our best show.

We were great together! Actually, we had the audience in the palm of our hands. We amazed them. We seduced them. And we did it together! When the scene was over, we received a standing ovation and White Wing Black Wing said he would pay us a little bit more than we had agreed.

Back in the dressing room, I kissed Tina passionately and reminded her how much I hate her. We agreed we should get tied together again, the sooner the better.

This is my Shibari story.