shibari

She inspires me to explore
reality in a new form.

I've tried to tie some of my
partners in the past, with
very little success. One of
them, one wrist tied to the
bed post, lost her shit and
started to chew on the rope,
instead of using her free
hand. It was a strange sight.

I've always been attracted
to the art of shibari, but
it takes two to tango. I
knew the local store had
some jute rope, which
although not idea, has
a great aesthetic. I counted
by hand the remaining rope
in the spool, 27 feet, and
it sounded like the right
amount of rope.

Turns out it's the traditional
length for shibori rope. I
quickly glance online to prepare
the rope. I knew that water,
fire, oil and wax was part
of the ritual, but reviewed
to make sure.

The rope is pretty rough,
and I am unsure if it will
work. But I know she might
like it a bit rough. So I
prepare the rope. Thinking
about her, thinking about
the person who will wear
the rope.

A quick rinse, and next the
fire. I start a small fire
in the forest. A few logs,
to have a source of flame
for a couple hours at least.

I start burning the rope.
It feels like I am giving
life to the rope. From its
spool in the basement of a
hardware store, now it's
taking form. It's becoming
something, something that
I will share with her.

I massage the rope between
my fingers. I burn myself,
I make the rope smoother by
poking my hands. Each time a
sliver enter my skin, the rope
become gentler. But I know,
she will like every poke,
every scratches.

I weave the rope in the fire
multiple time. All the small
bits burns to the side. I
make a slit with two logs,
so I can pull the rope
through. In a somewhat sensual
way, the rope slide in between
the log, in the fire.

I wonder how the rope can
be tied. Between the legs?
Near her sex? I continue
the process while keeping
her in my mind. Do you use
a rope only for one partner?

I go inside to continue to
care for the rope. A bit of
olive oil, the rope starts
to feel alive. It's still
quite prickly. Maybe too
prickly?

I prepare the beeswax, boil
it slowly, adding a bit of
olive oil to the mix. I am
unsure how much to put on
the rope. Should I dip it in?
This will definitely put too
much wax on it.

But the bowl is perfect for
the rope. The quantity of
beeswax is exactly what I
need. I end up sliding the
rope in the wax. There seems
to be way too much.

I go outside again. The fire
is calm. Now that the rope
has more life, I can't simply
let it on the ground. Should
a rope touch the ground once
it's alive? I put two boxes
on each side of the fire.
I put the rope in one of them,
and then slowly rub the rope
on the burning logs.

The exceeding wax melt and flow
into the fire, creating a
steady flame. I rub the rope
with my hand, burning my skin.
The sensation brings me back
to her, to her skin, to the
rope, that will rub against her.

I bring back my awareness of
her. I realize that a rope is
made for someone. It's a ritual
of awakening an object of art,
of pleasure, dedicated to only
one person. It's a ritual of
love and passion.

The water, fire, oil and wax
is applied. The rope is still
prickly, but in a very different
way. It feels more like a tease,
instead of being a defect. I
tie my wrist, I like the color,
I like the contrast. I can't
wait to tie her up.