Fetish Training: Shibari Knows Best

Yes, this is a picture of me wearing rope...a shibari design in fact.  My latest fetish training assignment given to me by Jasmine of Jetsettingjasmine.com  required that I wear this rope design for 24 hours and shower in it at least once before removing it from my body.  When Jasmine approached me with my 5th fetish assignment I had no idea that this would be the outcome.  The instructions were simple: call this number, set up a meet up location and wait for instructions.  I didn't know what to expect and the anticipation was intense.  This wasn't my first time playing with rope bondage, but it was definitely my first experience with being bound by someone who acted as a dominating force over my life.  The experience showed me just how dedicated I could be to following instructions no matter how painful or uncomfortable I was while in shibari.  My main focus was to succeed and not disappoint the one who held me in captivity.  The second half of my assignment was to write about the experience from beginning to end, so without further delay here is the retelling of my experience in bondage.

I was exhausted. The week was winding down and here I was preparing for a video shoot for my Youtube channel in a cozy hotel room that was waiting to be turned into a film set.  The clock read 4:05pm as I gazed out of the floor-to-ceiling windows to view the expanse of Chicago's skyline around me.  It was a beautiful day despite the on-and-off again snow flurries that sprinkled the spring air across the city. "I have a few moments to rest before my guest arrives," I thought as I stretched my body across the plush cushions of the room's daybed for a quick nap. I wrapped myself in a microplush blanket and closed my eyes in an attempt to drift away for a few moments of rest.

KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK

The tapping of what sounded like small knuckles awoke me from my light slumber, and I quickly hopped to my feet to meet the guest I was so eagerly awaiting.  I hadn't seen her in years. Our encounters were always brief-yet-stimulating in ways that surprised and excited me.  Today she was the missing link in my fetish assignment.  I looked through the peephole to make sure it wasn't room service or my on screen lover arriving too early to set.

It was HER.

I opened the door and she greeted me with a huge smile and her usual scent of amber and vanilla.  Her smell has always been intoxicating to me. "How have you been gorgeous?" Her way of greeting me was always in the form of a question instead of the common "hello".  "OMG I've been so busy," I said with a sigh of relief to ease the tension that was building in my belly from anticipation. She entered the room as if she owned the place and I closed the door behind her.  I turned around and fell into her arms for an embrace that seemed to last for eternity.

Damn, she smelled amazing....

"So how are things at the job," I asked as she came out of her coat to reveal her perfectly sculpted arms and dainty neck. I always admired her slim-thick frame and adored how we could stand eye to eye. Our statuesque heights made it easier for us to engage intimately in our moments of lust. "Since moving to Chicago things have been going well," she said as she handed me her jacket to hang in the closet by the door. As I began my return into the bedroom I noticed a pack of white rope laying on the bed and a pair of scissors.  My eyes widened because at this point I finally realized what we were doing here.

She was about to place me in bondage.

"So you do know why I'm here, correct?" Her demeanor shifted from the loving and warm woman I'm used to into an authoritarian that I've only experienced once before. I knew it was time for my assignment to begin.  "I had no idea what was about to happen today," I admitted.  "But now that I see this rope on the bed I get the point.  You're about to put me in bondage."  My mind was racing.  I had no idea how she was about to tie me up, but I wasn't going to back out now.

"You will have to wear this shibari under your clothes," she said.  "So this means you will have to get naked and allow me to get this design correct.  This is my first time doing this particular tying but we will get this right.  You are not allowed to remove this until you've worn it for at least 24 hours and shower in it once."

"What the fuck does she mean I have to shower in this," I thought to myself.

She showed me the design she had in mind for this assignment, and I had to admit that the rope work was intricate and beautiful.  This wasn't my first time being in bondage.  Years ago I worked on a photo shoot with the great Gary Mitchell, and it was he that placed me in bondage for the first time to create what would become some of the best nude work I've ever done.  But this time was much different.  The bondage wasn't just about art.  It was about control and experimentation with pushing myself to limits I didn't know existed.

"Since this rope is going to be touching my body I'm going to take a shower before we begin," I said as I pulled my shirt over my afro and began walking towards the bathroom.  In transition she grabbed my hips and slowly began to roll down the leggings that covered my round ass and thick thighs.  She loved teasing me and turning me on especially when she knew I was denying myself the pleasure of engaging sexually.

Celibacy has been going well but this moment made it a BITCH to adhere to.

I peeled myself out of my leggings and wiggled out of her arms to get into the shower that would also serve as a way to calm my nerves.  This woman knows how to make me hot and bothered, and in this moment I wanted to focus on getting the assignment completed so I could move on with my evening. As the water from the shower head enveloped the curves of my body I thought about how going out that night would feel while being in bondage.  I turned the water off, stepped out of the shower, wrapped myself in a large bath towel and headed into the room.

She was waiting for me with a bottle of my favorite body oil to help me moisturize.

"I thought I would help you get ready so we can make this experience quick," she said as she slowly poured sesame oil into her palm to rub it from my neck down my backside.  Her hands were soft yet firm.  We worked together to moisturize my body from head to toe and when we were done it was time for the rope to be applied.

"This will be tight and it won't be comfortable but that is the point," she stated.  She placed the first loop over my head and began to twist and knot as she went down my body. "So what about my clothes? What do I wear over this bondage," I asked as she continued to pull the two ends of the rope through my crotch and between my ass cheeks.  "You can either wear something to completely conceal the shibari or you can wear something that reveals it.  This is the only thing you have control over," she reiterated.

She wanted to establish that she had control.

When she was done with all of her twisting and knotting I took a look at myself in the mirror.  "Not bad," I said as I twisted and turned to see myself from every angle.  My breasts were being held captive by ropes above and below them and my crotch was held in the same fashion. "How am I supposed to pee or take a shit?"  I thought as I grabbed her coat out of the closet.  With each step the rope seemed to tighten around my body and it was a painful pleasure. I knew I had to be on my best behavior and get this assignment completed without complaint.

"It was nice seeing you again," she said as she kissed me softly on the cheek and grabbed her coat from my hands.  She was leaving just as soon as she had arrived.  And just like that, the door closed behind her and I was left in bondage.

"Great, now I have to film in this rope and the entire world is going to have questions when they see this on Youtube," I said to myself as I took my spot back on the daybed.  Two hours passed and another knock fell upon my door.  It was My on Screen partner Rafael ready to complete our scenes.  When I opened the door I was wrapped in a blanket to conceal the rope that had become one with my flesh.  "I'm not even going to ask," he said as he walked past me into the bedroom to place his bag down. "I had to complete a fetish assignment today, and this time I was required to be in bondage," I said as I let the blanket fall to the floor.  It was time to get dressed for these scenes.

Shooting went well despite the tightening of the ropes around my crotch with every move.  I was ready to hit the town for a drink and a little down time. But what to wear?  I went into my luggage, grabbed a sheer black blouse covered in small, gold studs and paired with with a pair of black, stretch trousers designed by Calvin Klein.  Since the ropes were constricting my breasts, I decided to go without a bra.  "You know I can see through your shirt, right?" Rafael was a little concerned about the attention I might receive when going into the lounge he chose for us to attend along with his friends.  "But that's the entire point! I want to see who notices and who is bold enough to bring up the conversation."

And so off we went into the Chilly Chicago night towards Reverie, a swanky lounge filled with 30 somethings throwing back overpriced drinks under the sounds of a DJ that knew exactly how to move the crowd.  Eyes were on me instantly because of my afro.  "Do you want to hang your coat up," he asked as we moved towards the stairs for a bathroom visit.  The rope was beginning to dig into my crotch in a way that made me feel as if I was about to bleed.  "No thanks. I'll just put my coat in my bag," I said as I reached the door of the ladies room.

I was sweating.

I removed my coat and began to shift the ropes in a way that wouldn't compromise the design, yet would give my vulva some room to breathe.  "Ah much better," I muttered to myself as I fixed my clothing and exited the stall.  The ladies in the bathroom looked as if they were perplexed but in awe at the same time.  "who is this chick with this afro and what is that white rope around her neck," is what I imagined their questions were in their mind.  I gave my afro a few pats while looking in the mirror, rolled my coat up to place into my bag, checked my lipstick and exited the bathroom to make my decent into the crowd.

It's showtime.

I decided to make my way to the bar for a drink.  I owed my on-screen lover a few bucks in his pay so I figured why not treat him to a drink to celebrate.  As I navigated my way through the dense crowd I could feel eyes on me.  "Everybody is looking at you," Rafael yelled in my ear as we approached the overpopulated bar. I stood in my spot patiently until the bartender had a moment to look up from his mixologist duties.  "What can I get for you," he looked me up and down. "I'll have two circoc coconut and pineapple," I yelled to ensure he could hear my order.  My voice is soft at times especially after 10pm.  "I'll take care of one of those drinks because I absolutely love your look," the bartender said as he took my card for payment.

The power of the afro mixed with shibari. You get FREE SHIT.

The night rolled on and we positioned ourselves at a VIP table that was vacant. Rafael's friends were friendly and eventually warmed up to me as the night deepened and their drinks began to set in.  "You know, everybody is looking at you," one of them said to me as he eyeballed the rope around my neck.  "Oh I know.  This is a pretty normal thing when you have an afro that's two times the size of your head," I responded.  "I can dig it...i think the afro is dope! So what's up with the rope?"

After two hours someone finally asked.

"Oh I'm in bondage right now.  It's an activity that's apart of my fetish training," I said coolly as if he would know what I meant.

"What?  What's bondage and did you say fetish training?  What exactly is that?"  He was inquisitive but completely unaware.

"A fetish is a sexual stimulant outside of what is considered to arouse the viewer normally. Bondage is a common BDSM activity," I explained.  "The wearer receives pleasure from being bound and controlled by his or her master."

"You know what, I don't have any idea what you're talking about or what those letters mean, but it looks cool," he said as he sipped from his drink.  "So is that a body suit or something? where does it end?"

I tried hard not to roll my eyes.  "It's a full body design that goes through my crotch and between my ass cheeks," I yelled over the blaring music that switched from Drake to Waka Flocka Flame.

"Oh I would like to see what the full thing looks like," he said as he tried to see down my shirt."

I laughed and waved him off as I took a long sip of my drink that I was babysitting.  I could tell that others were intrigued by what was going on under my shirt.  The white rope held a strict contrast against the sheer, black chiffon of my blouse and the shibari design was apparent. "I think my assignment has been done well thus far," I think to myself as I stand to my feet to get a good stretch.

It was time to leave and I was feeling a little buzz from the two drinks I ordered from the bar. "It's time to turn in," I say to myself as we made our way to the door to make our exit.

All in all, my bondage experience was pretty fucking awesome.  I felt powerful and sexy knowing that I was holding on to a secret that many saw hints of underneath my sheer shirt, but were too coy to implore more about.  My first bondage session was a success, and now I'm ready to move on to something a little more advanced (suspension perhaps).

Hope you enjoyed reading about my experience!

Tyomi