Living Art

Someone once told me, "Never put a woman away wet." Well, I'm all about breaking rules and it was about to reap dividends.She hung naked in a slightly stooped seated posture, trussed and suspended from two ropes in the gallery space, just the toes of one foot able to dust the floor. Two diametrically opposed softlights cast haloed shadows beneath her; one deep red, one soft white, representing the convergence of heaven and hell in which she drifted.I'd fastened the first line to the intricate brace of knots that formed a lattice across her back where her wrists were secured. The bonds threaded from there around to the butterfly harness accentuating her perky white breasts, and down to wrap her waist and thighs.The second rope picked up the Göztepe Escort criss-crossed leg bindings where they clamped her knees together. The support itself formed a pleasing, uninterrupted extension of the angle her lower legs made, from ballerina toes all the way to the pulley in the rafters.I love using rope as a language; a communication tool that demonstrates connection. Shibari isn't just knots and bonds, it's form, anticipation, drama and sex.When we designed the piece, Emilia requested the most delicate balance I could muster. Something that would show off both inner and external beauty, framed by the unforgiving bite of the bindings.The beak of the bird inked on her thigh bulged slightly between Göztepe Escort Bayan a pair of rope loops. Every inch of flesh on display was electrifying. I'd barely been able to control myself while I worked, brushing her goosebumps that surfaced as each knot took shape.She was endlessly patient. I kept her fed and hydrated as I tied, threaded, and arranged. Neither of us noticed the hours slipping by. The anticipation of needing to ravage one another fuelled the electricity of the piece.Each loop, each bowline had to be perfect. It had to match her posture, her skin, the oaky wave of hair that partially obscured her face. It had to accentuate her incredible beauty. Draw attention to it but not overwhelm. Escort Göztepe She was the centrepiece; the showcase that embodied purity and sin, allure and innocence, modesty and fuckability.Tying the final knot, I stood back and fluttered inside. Flicked the switch on the remote to winch her into position, then shut it off. The mechanical clack rolled away in the cavernous space. Just her and chiaroscuro remained.My heart skipped. God I wanted her. Everyone would. I circled, checking each curve, every junction between rope and skin. Her breath hitched each time I brushed. The marks would fade in time, but the experience and effect on her glistening pussy would linger.And I would feast.As she shifted in the limited amount of freedom I permitted, fresh pearly drops of arousal formed and gently snaked their way onto her inner thighs. They joined other crooked paths in various states of drying. Diaphanous droplets stretched beneath her under the influence of gravity, snapping to puddle on the rich wood veneer. I licked my lips.