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"And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom."

~Anais Nin~

silence is golden, duct tape is black!

The young girl in the corner of the classroom raised her hand gingerly, wanting to ask the question, but reluctant to do so.

"Can that be done... without clothes?"

Sadie blushed in her rope corset. "Absolutely!"

The student that posed the question blushed as well.

Sadie had so many options for her first presentation in her Japanese art class. She could have played it safe and gone with Manga, or Origami, or even Calligraphy. The only thing her professor specified as off limits was cars. I am extremely proud of her for selecting Shibari as her subject matter, and I was honored that she asked me to demonstrate the art while she was giving her presentation. She did amazingly well. She was focused on relaying the facts and history, and did surprisingly well ignoring Me as I circled around her with my precious black rope. Most of the students simply read their reports from the comfort of their seats. She stood in the center of the room. She wore her exquisite purple 4-inch heels so that she could keep her head above mine, and I was extremely careful to tighten each wrap and knot slowly in order to keep her from gasping. At the end of the presentation, the professor, a middle-aged Americanized Japanese man with a thick accent, noticed that there were more ropes in my bag, and asked if we would kindly continue with another pattern. We were happy to oblige, and sadie stood dutifully as always while I overlapped the black rope corset with a purple rope dress. After I stepped back from my beautifully bound sub for the last time, the professor gave me some constructive criticism on my knots and snapped some pictures for the school's website. The students also insisted on seeing the bindings up close and from every angle. We both left with huge, proud smiles on our faces, having shared a rare and wonderful new life experience.