Dim light, sensual music, golden petals scattered all over the floor, well placed candles illuminating two ladies softly walking towards a “stage” made of black satin sheets.

Pink peonies, half-naked female bodies seated all around with bewildered eyes and ropes.

That was the scene of my first ever shibari seance.

I was instantly entranced.

The performance was incredibly beautiful. Two women in silk and lace and ropes danced in the rhythm of their story telling, one dominant and the other completely submitted with her arms tied behind her, ropes running over her exposed skin, around her breasts, her erect nipples begging to be kissed.

Everyone in the room gasped.

It was the alternating of a tightly pulled rope and then the softest of touches that made me so horny. I could only breathe deeply and watch, but I felt everything on my skin too. Oh how I wanted to be the submissive girl on the stage!

Suddenly I remembered how as an adolescent I used to daydream of being tied to a pillar on a pirate ship, my hands above my head, legs spread wide open and bound firmly so I couldn’t move. I was at the complete mercy of the very sexy dirty tall and strong pirates, and covered only by my long white translucent dress which they started to rip off as they ravished my body. I could feel the rope around my wrists and ankles tightening. Succumbing to their grubby strong hands and fingers I didn’t want them to stop. I wanted them to take me right there and fuck me, tied to the pillar, my shredded clothes exposing my soft clean skin….the same juxtaposition of soft and rough as I was seeing now in front of my very eyes. The tight ropes and the girl’s submissive half naked soft body….

I realised that every woman in the room was mesmerised just like me, seemingly dreaming of their own fantasies whatever they were.

I had my old hots for the pirates, but this is oh so hot too! I was getting so excited!

As if the ropes were not spicy enough the dominant girl lit a candle, pulled her submissive companion tightly towards her, tilted her head backwards, and dripped the hot melting wax on the girl’s body causing her to twitch and make little screams. You wouldn’t know whether it was because the burning sensation was too much to bear, or because the fettered nymph was completely psyched by the burning hot wax that kissed her skin.

I gasped and twitched too.

The rope artist swiftly turned her around, holding the ropes as if it was a beautiful doll, kissed and sucked her hard nipples and poured more hot wax over her breasts.

I became aware of my own nipples hardening through my dress as my heartbeat quickened watching this performance.

I felt enchanted like Alice in HOT wonderland.

I couldn’t wait to try the ropes myself.

And the hot wax drops!

But first, I had to grab a glass of ice-cold water, the heat that I felt rushing through my body had become overwhelming. In a good way though! In a way that made me want to have this experience. And when I say hot, I was also literally so wet! I felt drops of my pussy juice running down my thighs. I had to have the ropes on my skin! I needed it! Right now!

And then……………..

One of the performers, incredibly beautiful, with her sexy Italian accent approached me with a handful of ropes and I submitted to her.

I am not submissive in character, I am usually always in control, so, what does it feel like to be submissive to someone?

My mistress was sensual and soft spoken, her touches felt like butterfly kisses, her breath on my skin gave me goosebumps. She was firm with the ropes though. I felt them enveloping me, carving into my skin as she tied them in intricate patterns.

I was curious to see where the pain and pleasure boundary for me is.

Sometimes the rope stung my skin, but then I felt her gentle fingertips soothing me. This constant contrast was extremely erotic to me.

She was manhandling me, or rather womanhandling me in the most erotic way. Afterwards she pulled the ropes and sensually tossed me around. I felt like a pleasure doll in my restraints. My face landed on one woman’s loin, her hand playing with my hair. My butt ending up in the arms of another woman. I felt beautifully exposed. I was not in control of any of this but I enjoyed every second of it.

The most pleasurable sensation for me was when she, untying me, very slowly pulled the ropes away, opening the knots and releasing the pressure. I have never realised just how sensual ropes can be. These particular ones were very long and as they slowly traced their path across my body all the way until their other end dropped and released me, the playful friction, gentle and yet very distinct that this passage produced on the surface of my skin, instantly became one of the most erotic sensations my skin has ever known. And when they slowly drew over my breasts my nipples instantly responded even more.

It is so sexy to be at the complete mercy of a beautiful woman binding you with ropes but there is a whole other element to it too, soothing and transcending.

I felt it all.

Shibari originated in Japan as a form of torture and a method of restraining prisoners. It evolved into the art of erotic bondage in the 19th and 20th century. Beautiful patterns that decorate the bare skin after the ropes come off are part of this art. Noticing them on my arms and legs in the course of the following days, touching them, brought a sense of calm over me.

The experience was simply astonishing. Beyond my expectations.

I was left with a question.

What would this sensation feel like to a man? Would the naturally rougher male skin appreciate a tighter bond than mine?

It arouses me to imagine tying up a man. Restraining him to serve my desires. Using a thinner rope to tie his cock and balls into a pretty parcel. It sounds hot! I am not a dominatrix but this experience left me thinking about trying……

Would you like to try it with me?