Salty ropes

Salty ropes shibari photos | Shibarilook studio

Author: Anna Leontieva

Photographer: Roman Grabar

Model: Marina Satklif

Shibari master: Anna Leontieva

Published: August 21, 2018


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Salty ropes - exclusive session under the water with shibari model Marina Satklif

On a nudisk beach

I’m standing on the seashore and admiring the ropes marks on the model’s snow-white skin, a bewitching sight. I do not get tired to enjoy them again and again. Today she got less than me. I did not plan any extreme. As a big fan of the art and beauty of the human body, I wanted to make a beautiful photo shoot. For this, I chose the hardest harmless in my opinion – karada (karada), highly aesthetic and safe.

We are on a nudisk beach. A black rope pattern encircles my neck, it slides to my chest and below. I made it at home, in front of the mirror. I chose red ropes for the model, I begin to fly around her body. Around naked people bask in the rays of the gentle sun. It seemed that this atmosphere would relax the model, so that she would not be embarrassed by her own nudity.

That is why I chose this beach. But still, there was a certain discomfort and embarrassment on her part. When you connect for a while empathy develops. You begin to understand the model without words, to feel her emotions as if your own.

The photographer came later than us, when the sun had already set below the horizon, but it was still light. There was not much time left, it was necessary to act quickly.

Into the sea

We carefully go into the sea. It is so unusual and strange to feel wet ropes on yourself. Sometimes I am obsessed with my occupation and so addicted to the process that I easily dissolve in it, especially when everything is fun. Beauty is my Achilles heel. So it happened this time, the photo shoot and the process itself completely captured my attention. And while we were diving and posing in front of the camera, the ropes tightened around my neck.
– Anya, are you feeling fine?
“Yes, why are you asking.”
– your face is very pale.
A similar dialogue took place almost every time we came up to catch our breath and gain air. The fright on the faces of friends still prevailed and drew attention to their own well-being. They were right, I didn’t feel very well, and the more I understood this, the worse it got. When we surfaced again, they forced me to go ashore and promised to continue work.

The shore was not far, but on the way to it, time slowed down, and my feet stuck to the sand. The path seemed so dragging and long that panic arose inside. The ropes caused discomfort more and more, they really choked me.

My face was almost blue

This story would not have taken such a dramatic continuation, if not for the face of Zhenya, who was waiting for us on the shore. When he saw me, a mask of horror appeared on his face. Without delay, he began to run along the beach and look for a knife to cut the ropes. I felt uneasy. That’s all, it was a kapets and people around made me feel worse when they began to actively search for this knife. A flash flashed through my head: “Do I really look so bad and everything is so scary?” Later I received an answer to these thoughts. Yes! My face was almost blue.

Where did I get the idea that wet ropes can be easily untied? They tightened so much that the nodes seemed glued together. Breathing became harder and even this Zhenya with a frightened face, who, incidentally, found a knife. I managed to get rid of the knots at the tip of the rope, but cutting them around the neck was too dangerous. My release from a fatal embrace was accompanied by the painful development of finger motility.

Meanwhile, my model, Marina, felt that something had gone wrong. And she also went ashore, where she found me in a panic. The first thing she did was reassure and inspire me that I looked normal. It worked. Then she began to untie the harness. I forgot to say that Marina is not only communicating, but also perfectly communicates.
All sounds began to merge into one composition and recede into the background, there was a whisper of the sea and a beat of the heart, so easy and calm, so beautiful around. Only fussy friends randomly rush from side to side.

Slower than usual, but still, a choking hug let go. Marina untied me halfway, after which I intercepted the rope and continued. The fact is that she was wearing a harness, which, although not so much, also strangled her torso. After I untied my neck, I helped Marina to free herself from wet karada.

Shore by the sea, silence … For a while we sat in silence. Who thought about their own, someone admired the sunset. The ropes rested in the sand, and the prints of their kisses flaunted on our bodies. If you hold them with your fingers, you can feel the relief. Usually, after suspension, such traces go away for several hours, depending on the characteristics of the body. I wonder how long these traces will adorn my body?

 When you get to the edge, you begin to understand what a powerful tool you are working with. What powerful prints in the psyche can leave shibari. And how important it is to be aware and listen to the sensations of one who is in the ropes.

There is no fiction in this story it, is a fragment of my life.