Shibaricon In a Nutshell

In one word?  Is life-altering-mind-shattering one word?

I was so unprepared for the impact this little convention would have on me.  Even the thirteen hour drive and sleep deprivation couldn’t slow me down.  I was a kid in a candy shop for sure, but it was more than that.

There were three of us that went up together.  My friend and mentor big D, a local kinkster that I had been lent for the weekend, we’ll just call her room slut, and of course me.  I know big D pretty well, but room slut I only knew socially really.  I had tied her up once before, but that was at a public play space.  I had no idea just how submissive that girl was.

I don’t identify as dominant.  I’m a rope top.  Handling a sub was a bit of a paradigm shift for me.  I did my best and rose to the occasion, and I believe she had a good time under my control.

Four days of classes and play all just kind of blurred together.  It’s really hard for me to say what happened when, so forgive me if this jumps around a bit and doesn’t match your recollection of events.

Early in the week I hooked up with a model, R.  She had an incredible body, and knew how to use it.  Fortunately for big D and me R hung around for most of the trip, more than happy to be our little rope slut, or was that rope whore?  What can I say… she was hooked.

One night during the play session I suspended her from just a chest harness with one thigh and ankle.  I’d then tie her hands and feet where ever I wanted to, changing the pose at will.  It was like dancing.

We also crossed paths with our friend pirate#2 who introduced us to a cool room full of like minded deviants.  Pirate#2 however did not get tied up by either of us, and I’ll be pointing that out yet again next time we meet.  The more I wait the more sadistic I get, so take your time pirate#2.

I guess I should cut her a little slack, she did introduce us to CB, J, and C.  C was a trip.  She’s a pro-domme from California studying rope art under one of Cali’s best riggers.  She was itching to tie someone up, so for some dumb reason I let her.  It must have been the latex.

Big mistake, and I will not be repeating it any time soon.  She had barely started and my back and neck were screaming.  She kept going.  As soon as she was done I escaped.  I just couldn’t take the pain.  This was not the good kind of pain, this was spinal agony.

After that, she started smacking big D on the chest with a leather slapper, then she hit him with my single tail.  Ok so I set her up for that one, but I just couldn’t resist.  Big D being who he is had her pinned and hogtied in about 60 seconds.  Then we turned her slapper on her.  I think she liked it.  She came back for more.  God I love playing with aggressive women.

One night she followed me back to my room when I was going up there to play with room slut.  She hadn’t used a single tail before, so I broke out mine and started using it on room slut.  Minutes later she was lying down ass up opposite of room slut.  And it was on.  I used her own slapper and every toy in my bag on those two asses, and finally walked her to her room, ass glowing.

Room slut already had me pretty drunk on power.  Absolute submission 24/7 was something I had not experienced, and I liked it.  Combining that with the defiant but willing submission of C just kicked me over the top.  I was wasted.

I barely slept the whole trip, just enough to recharge the soul.  I was overwhelmed completely and couldn’t stop the gears from turning in my head.  It’s been a week now back at home, and I’m still high.  The lion is awake.

Shibaricon didn’t teach me all that much in regards to rope technique, but my approach certainly has changed.  I’m much more alive and one with the moment.  Come dance with me and find out.