Midori is wonderfully eloquent and has a serene wisdom that could only be the result of her variety of life experiences, and her style is a pleasure to read. I like her a lot.
I had dabbled in Shibari in the past, using information from various web sites, but I always returned to my trusty old routine for my self-bondage sessions. This morning was the exception. I started putting some of the notions in the book to good use.
I had to adapt the techniques to the reality of self-bondage, but in general, the basics are the same. I went for the Mune Nawa, a simple breast bondage harness, extended down to the upper thighs because I had a lot of rope, and a variation on the Kaikyaku Kani, or open leg crab. I added my shoulder coil to increase the strictness a little more.
The Mune Nawa is interesting because it offers a lot of places to tie other things to, and it looks so darn good! I tied that one the evening before, just before going to bed, and I slept in it, soundly and restfully, something rare for me in bondage. Even over my corset, it feels nice. And looking at the rope pattern in the mirror, it's beautiful.
The crab position is part of the first position taught in the book, along with the breast harness. I also like it because it really binds the legs tightly. I started with a waist loop as an anchor point, which also guaranteed that I could not unbend myself. Once I had each leg bound, thigh to calf, I crossed my ankles and bound those together with the remaining rope from the crab tie. I also left a couple of loops sticking out so I could put my wrists through, securing that with a cinch noose.
Once my wrists were secured, I rolled gently down onto my side, sliding with my back against the recliner behind me, and with great effort and struggling, moved to the center of the living room, where I started exploring the sensations of the new bondage.
Every idea I had about Shibari, from my limited previous experiences, went straight out the window. I could move, but I couldn't move effectively. Struggling against my bonds made me feel them even more acutely, magnified the sense of arousal, like no other bondage I have experienced, save for the strictest. And this was not the strictest I have experienced, by far. Even so, the helplessness I felt was astonishing.
The pattern of ropes enhanced my awareness of my body, it seemed to heighten my senses like no other bondage. The harder I struggled, I felt the ropes resist my straining, yet they let me move just enough to make me feel them even more. Even through my corset, I could feel the ropes of the breast/torso harness tracing out the tight curves of my chest, waist and hips.
The leg crab tie was painful, but it didn't really hurt. It was a stimulating pain, an intensely erotic discomfort that was almost unbearable in its sensuality.
I struggled pleasurably, exploring the predicament and the discomfort, for the better part of an hour, before releasing myself. I admired the rope marks in my flesh, on my legs. I shivered at the memory of the bondage, the delightful pain, the helplessness.
My strict hogtie is great, very entertaining, but now I am learning some new techniques that can considerably enhance and amplify my pleasure while in the grip of the ropes. I'll take some of my tried and true methods of self-bondage and add in the new Japanese rope work, and if this morning's experience is any indication, I expect to explore new frontiers of restrained bliss beyond my current ability to imagine them.
All the while keeping a knife close by, just in case my talents as an escape artist fail me.
Jenny.
