I also provide many variations that could be used as alternatives for each layer if you prefer a different look or if you want more challenge 😉 Those moments ingrained within me the understanding that New York City was a place where exciting and unpredictable things happened, even to little boys from Western Maryland. It was a place I wanted to be. Communicate with the person that is tying you about the tightness of the ropes around your thigh. Are they too tight? Are they too loose?

Below I am going to show one way of doing this, adding layer after layer of easy bondage techniques that many people can self-tie. Every layer works independently, so every layer is optional. If a given layer doesn’t appeal to you, don’t do it! Make your gift your own 😉 A few words of advice for the person being tied (in this case, this could be your partner or yourself):For some of us, there is nothing so powerful as the gift of a partner that wants us–and wants us to take control of them. If you are new to the world of Shibari, this will probably be one of the first ties that requires you to be in a fixed position for an extended period of time. I recommend you We believe that core risk and safety is best understood within the larger context of scene negotiation and planning, so we will start you with Understanding the BDSM and Rope Scene, then through negotiation and planning, which includes risk management and safety. When you start feeling uncomfortable, be kind to yourself and mindful about your body. It may be nice to sit with the discomfort for a little while but make sure you don't hurt yourself.

If you have the person's arms and legs bound, ask about them specifically. If they can't feel their hands or feet, take off the rope immediately—you don't want them to lose circulation. Remembering a safe word in the moment can be the most difficult part of having a safe word. For this reason, a safe word chosen by the person being tied up is often best.

Show me the ropes

There are thousands of ways that you can show this, but one way that can be a lot of fun around gift-giving holidays and birthdays is to wrap yourself up as a gift. Manhattan has intoxicated me since I was a boy. My uncle was wed in Central Park when I was 10 years old, and as we left Maryland to attend the celebratory weekend, I can remember my family sternly warning me: stay close and do not to talk to anyone. I was an obedient and believing youngster, so when a man in a deli asked “Hey kid, you like baseball?”, I just naturally assumed I was about to be snatched, hogtied, and tossed into a van to join other bumpkin children who had stupidly decided to let go of their mother’s hand in New York City. My panic was foolish, of course; he and I exchanged pleasantries about my beloved Orioles (I had forgotten I was wearing my baseball cap), I grabbed a Coke from the refrigerator case and lived to tell the tale. Later that night, my mom and I peered down into one of the city’s canyons from our hotel window and counted limousines.