Shibari Rope Bondage: Devin’s Rope Play

Devin asked me to partake in an unusual bondage activity, and I trusted him and said yes.

Shibari rope bondage, Devin explained to me, is a Japanese artistic practice of tying up your partner with hemp rope. The tier makes knots and intersect the rope for beautiful, geometric designs. When done around a body, it often accentuates curves, breasts, hips, or other physical features.

So Devin asked me to be his rope bunny. I confess, I’m normally dominant. But I’m always willing to try something new. Plus, I also ascribe to the theory that being in a submissive mindset once in a while helps me be a better domme. Since I trusted Devin, I agreed.

I now understand why shibari rope bondage is so big in the bdsm community. For about 40 minutes, I was completely at Devin’s mercy, trusting in the process and him.

We started with me naked on the bed, completely exposed. Devin held a simple hemp rope in his hands, his eyes hungrily trailing over my exposed form beneath him. I confess, I normally love being on top. But knowing he was planning and deciding what to do with me filled my body with anticipation. The good kind of anticipation, where it makes you hypersensitive.

Despite having me start on my back, Devin asked me to turn over. He explained, as he undid the ropes, that he was going to start with my hands first, tying them behind me. As it was my first time in shibari rope bondage, he wasn’t going to do anything too difficult.

His hands began to trail over my arms, exploring my muscles and body with an analytical focus. Being under his gaze made me wet between my thighs, but I attempted not to touch myself. After all, my movement would make things difficult for him.

After a moment to explore my arms, I felt the hemp rope wrap around my wrists first, starting our shibari rope bondage session.

Each time he wound another length around my wrists, my arousal and submission grew. The trust continued to build, knowing that no matter what Devin wanted to do to me, he could. And yet he chose to continue making knots and securing me, never betraying that trust. It’s an incredible, intimate connection, and my unusual submission made me hyper aware of the trust.

I remained quiet, despite my body’s insistence to feel his fingers press down against my skin. Despite how much I wanted him to lift my hips and penetrate me, bouncing big boobs swinging as he fucked me, Devin remained professional.

After all, what I agreed to was shibari rope bondage, not sex, in that moment. Though I wasn’t looking at him, being under his focus made my belly heat up, sending pleasure through my core. Devin began circling rope upwards over my arms, his fingers testing knots, rope tension, and my own body’s responses, making sure nothing was too loose or too tight.

Once he was done, Devin turned me around. The absolute surrender was intoxicating; everything on my arms felt hypersensitive. My pussy dripped, wanting to feel him inside me. And, as I desperately looked at Devin, I noted the tent in his own pants.

“Good girl,” he told me, hand reaching out to touch my cheek. “A very good first time, Elise.”

And that session has given me a much better understanding of submission! Give me a call if power dynamics are up your alley!

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