Ugly Hands

I don’t know why I love Lana. She’s shallow and vain. She’s an expert at telling you exactly what you don’t want to hear, and she’ll always find a way to irritate you. On the other hand, she’s got a spectacular body, she dances like a devil, and there’s not a single kink she’s not willing to try at least once. Now, I get it. I may not love her exactly, but she’s an addiction I can’t resist. Anyway, what I wanted to tell you is the story about what she said about my ugly hands and where that led us to.

About six months ago, we were having dinner with my friends. I had drunk a couple of beers, and I suddenly remembered how much I liked holding Lana by the waist. I had barely put my hand around her when she said in a loud voice, “Put your ugly hands away from me!” I’ve been a plumber for fourteen years, so I guess my hands are really ugly. Anyway, we spent the rest of the evening talking about how ugly my hands are and making jokes about it.

I was upset, but I know Lana. If I had discussed the incident with her, she would have felt great. So, instead of arguing with her, I decided to do something about it. Once the idea came to me, I whispered in her ear, “You’re going to kiss my ugly hands one day.”

I attended three Shibari workshops in a row and, when I felt ready, I took Lana on a special, secret date. I blindfolded her and took her to a studio I had rented. Then, I tied her in three different ways and, when I had finished, I told her, “Kiss my ugly hands.” And she did, thanking me for the experience I had provided.

This is my Shibari story.