Used to Tie Her Up

As soon as I found the white rope I only used on her, I couldn’t help but remember how I used to tie her up. Indeed, it was wonderful! To clarify, she had been vanilla all her life. I am the one who initiated her in bondage. No one can take that away from me, no matter what. Obviously, every scene, every knot, every touch of the rope was a discovery for her. I could see it in her eyes. And now it’s all gone.

It was wrong from the beginning but that only made it better. I’m a dozen years older than her. And if that wasn’t enough, the company’s regulations forbade us from getting involved. We didn’t care. One night we were working together until late at night, and all the sexual tension that had been growing between us exploded right then and there.

As I said, she didn’t know anything about kink. I, on the other hand, have been kink since I was a teenager. It was my most exquisite pleasure, to be the first ever to tie her up. I taught her about emotions and the power dynamic. I turned her into one of the greatest bottoms I’ve ever had. And I’ve never been a better rigger than when we did scenes together. They ended in such ecstasy that it took us entire days to recover. It will never be that good again!

She asked me to buy a white rope, especially for her. And now, it’s all I have left. I have to burn it. The fire is ready. Yes! I have to burn it and move on. Let it burn. Let the whole apartment burn! I have a match in my hand. A small, simple match. The place is ready for it. I can barely stand the smell of the gas, so I better do it now. Now. Now.

This is my Shibari story.