While I was studying abroad in Japan, I came across Shibari. I accompanied a friend to a class where they demonstrated various rope techniques and how to safely tie someone up in intricate ways. The act intrigued me, and eventually I began taking classes and became a Nawashi, or Rope Master. It’s sensual, a great way to meditate, and an act of surrender. LaReina was no novice when it came to sex and was very in tune with her wants and needs. We fit like a perfect puzzle in the bedroom. Shibari was a way for her to put her trust in me, and I wanted to explore that with her. If she liked it, then we would have great fun. If she didn’t, that wasn’t a deal-breaker forme. But the anticipation excited me. I tidied up my apartment, then went deep into my storage bins for the rope I’d be using. Massaging it with jojoba oil, I needed the rope to be soft to the touch when I tied it on her skin.
The soft knocks on my door resounded through the apartment, right at 7:59 PM.
She was prompt.
I liked that.
I opened the door to find her dressed in an orange camisole and matching boy shorts. Her long legs were glistening, and she smelled like Dove soap and Lattafa perfume. A curious smirk graced her face, and her eyes bounced around the living room, then back at me.
“So, I took it upon myself to do some research. Are you trying to hog-tie me, Vasiah Varnell Hill?”
I chuckled, shaking my head as I led her further inside. “No, Hayami.”
“Then what is –”
“In order for this to work,” I said gently. “I need you to surrender all control. All questions will be answered. Your comfort is my priority here. So is your cooperation. But please, baby… no more questions right now, okay?”
The rebuttal she had died on her lips. She nodded, then gripped my hand tighter. The walk to my bedroom wasn’t long, especially with our elongated limbs, but it felt like it. I was nervous that this would be too much for her. Turning to her, I paused before opening my door.
“Remember, baby, all questions will be answered, and your comfort is priority here. If at any moment you don’t like the feeling of anything, say ‘Apple’ and I will stop. Okay?”
“Okay.”
I pushed the door open. “Welcome to my shibari room. In here, my name is…Master V.”
28
REINA
It’s said that you always gotta watch the quiet ones, because though they may not have much to say, they nine times outta ten will have much to show. To me, Vasiah was like an onion. Prior to him, I knew nothing about nerdy men, but Vasiah has been showing me that there is more to them than meets the eye.
This shibari thing?
More than I ever thought of.
Historically, niggas were not that sexually adventurous. So many of my clients complained that they were not getting properly fucked due to the selfishness of some and the lack of skill when it came to others. The girls weren’t even having orgasms, and that appalled me. Even before I started having sex, I knew what I liked. I learned not to be shy in the bedroom, and when I engaged sexually with men, I was there to get mine, and that’s it. Men were usually happy to be there, but that’s where the excitement and the adventure ended. And when that ended, you were cut from my roster.
Life was too short for mediocre dick.
Vasiah was completely different. It was something about his quiet confidence, the way he studied and was interested in my pleasure, and his sense of adventure that made sex feel so outta this world with him.
I craved it.
Dreamed about it.
Cleared time in my schedule for it.
And dare I say… needed it.
My lord… someone please call the police!
“Hayami?”
I snapped out of my train of thought and looked at him, waiting. His bedroom had a red infrared light illuminating it, candles lit, and soft music playing that I couldn’t recognize. Vasiah liked to keep his air on blast, but this time it was off, making the temp of the room comfortable.
“Relax your shoulders for me and unclench your jaw.”
I did as he asked, and he pulled me away from the doorway and closer to the bed. The bed was king-sized and had four black bars that went into the shape of a square, like a masculine four-poster bed. On the opposite end, where the dresser sat, I saw ropes. I sucked in a breath.
