#bound analysis

I’ll start, as I did before with Ashley Lane (you can read that here), with her physical appearance. Her hair quickly won me over, simply because the shape, volume, and length are so, so similar to mine. Again, the fact that she is beautiful without being "over the top" gives her that level of realism that really grabs my attention. Plus, you have to add the fact that she’s Spanish (Yes! I thought she was Italian, but she’s not; I had to do some digging to find out), and the 'home-grown' factor carries a lot of weight for me. I liked her better before, when she hadn't had breast surgery, but that’s just my personal opinion. I’ve always loved natural beauty and minimal makeup—women whose style whispers rather than shouts.

As for her skills with the ropes, Alba Zevon is an absolute powerhouse. Her favorite position is the hogtied, and she handles even the strictest ones like it’s nothing. The same goes for gags; I’ve even managed to find out that she brings her own to the sets. Another point in her favor is that she knows how to tie, and I value that a lot—once again, because I’ve also learned how to do it.

On the flip side, though it’s something that actually adds value for me, it's very uncommon she does full nudity, she uses to do only topless. That display of integrity and the way she sets her own boundaries is very worthy of respect.

That said, this is not a tutorial on how to do the different types of ties. There are hundreds online, and I won’t be able to explain them with words better than a video can. This is a guide about ropes, redundancy intended. A few tips to encourage you to buy your own and make your partner happy with restraints that are beautiful and elegant and that, honestly, I’m convinced would appeal to practically any woman because, when done well, they highlight our beauty.

Materials

Ropes are made from synthetic fiber and natural fiber.

I recommend staying away from synthetic ones. They don’t look nice and they’re stiffer (they are easier to find, though), and since you want to use them for erotic purposes, how they feel and look matters. So forget about them.

Look for natural fiber ropes. Here tastes can vary a bit more. I’ve held hemp ropes in my hands and they look very rustic and are quite rough. Personally, I encourage you to look for cotton ropes. They feel soft to the touch and are a delight. The ones used for macramé are perfect (and availables in a lot of colors!)

Thickness

Very simple: 6 or 8 mm. Don’t overthink it.

Lengths

Depending on the body part or type of tie, these are the lengths I recommend:

Wrists: 4 meters

Ankles: 4 meters

Crotch rope: 4 meters (you may have a bit left over)

Elbows: 5 meters

Thighs: 5 meters

Frogties: 5 meters

Hogties: 5 or 8 meters

Waist: 8 meters

Chest ties: 14 meters

With all this information, my advice is to buy between 30 and 40 meters of rope and cut it to your liking following these guidelines.

How to practice

This is the million-dollar question, especially if you don’t have someone you trust to practice with.

Everything that has to do with ties involving the legs is easy: find a tutorial and practice on yourself.

I learned to do chest ties by putting one of my coats over the back of a chair, to give it some volume and be able to practice.

Bobbi Starr plays in the same league as Ashley Lane as a model, not in the same league as Alba Zevon or Tasha Marley (the names are in bold and underlined because they are links; if you click them, they will take you to my previous reviews of them). Or well, a very similar league. Physically, I think she’s spectacular; tremendously beautiful face-wise, with features so soft and rounded that they make her look sweet to me. A natural body, untouched, with breasts I’d want for myself (And who wouldn’t? Well, not my Miss—she has wonderful breasts), no piercings, one tattoo, and sometimes unshaven down there (yes, it’s something I value; I don’t always keep my crotch shaved; I’m one of those who maintains that if nature and evolution kept hair there, it’s for a reason). The classic "girl next door" who is very cute and would give you a surprise if you saw what she likes to do and have done to her (like me, except I’m not exactly "cute").

This header image is what first made me fall in love with her. I didn’t know her name at first, and I didn't even bother to look it up. It happened gradually; as I stumbled upon more images and videos of her by chance, I felt an urgent need to know who she was. Once I tracked it down, I dove headfirst into finding every bit of material I could on her.

I’m a simple woman—one of those who believes that "less is more"—and that’s what first attracted me to Ashley Lane. She is a beautiful woman, but with the kind of beauty you might encounter just walking down the street, not that over-the-top exuberance you only expect to see on a screen. The fact that she’s blonde also played a part; I’m aware that, subconsciously, the women who catch my eye aesthetically are those I feel a certain "kinship" with—women who follow a similar pattern to my own. Pretty face, well-proportioned body, seemingly no cosmetic work... her physique captivated me quickly. Perhaps the only things I’m not sold on are her piercings (nose, belly button, and nipples), but that’s just a personal preference. I have nothing against piercings (I almost got a belly button ring myself as a teenager).

That covers the physical side; then comes her work as a rope model. I mentioned before that I’m drawn to women who look like me but are a "better version" of myself—well, the same goes for this field. Flexible and a lover of rope since she was very young (just like me), there isn't a gag or a position I haven't seen her tied in. Add to that the fact that she is also a P actress, and she becomes the full package for me. It’s not that I watch a lot of P, but my curious gossip side wants to know how my favorite models behave in bed—what they do and what is done to them. Finding out that Ashley Lane is capable of anything only adds to my admiration. She has approached ropes from every angle, from glamour shots to hard ones.

Before we begin, the first thing I want to do is point my readers toward the words Chacha wrote about her (you can find it here); they are well worth your time, and there are things she said that I wholeheartedly stand by.

In the world of rope modeling, it’s common to see "damsel in distress" pouts—that expression of feigned helplessness, as if the model doesn’t actually enjoy the texture of cotton ropes pressing against her skin. Or you see annoyance, even anger, as they struggle against restrictions that seem immovable.

And then there’s Lorena García, smiling at the camera—a smile that, to me, feels completely and genuinely sincere. She enjoys posing under those conditions and she doesn’t hide it; she doesn't feel the need to trick the viewer. And she looks splendid doing it. It’s not that hard to imagine, guys: I love being tied up, it thrills me, and if I saw myself in a mirror, my smile would likely look just like hers.

Another captivating thing about her, besides the pleasant naturalness with which she poses in ropes, is her inherent beauty. With a body free of surgeries and an everyday elegance, she has an air of "reality"—the kind of vibe where you could cross paths with her on the street and not even realize who she is.

I’m also fascinated by the fact that it’s very rare to see her with a ballgag. This leads me to assume she finds them uncomfortable. (The ballgag is a stereotype in this world, like a flag waving in the wind for everything rope-related, but the reality is quite different: not all women like them). The fact that she didn’t jump through that aesthetic and conventional hoop earns my respect.

Another detail I love is that she is very frequently seen in a hogtie. Is it perhaps so they can take a close-up photo without cropping out those incredibly long legs? Almost certainly.

Add to all of this the fact that she appeared in adult scenes and then quickly vanished from the map forever, and you’re left with a model whose legacy seems frozen in time. No social media, nothing. Wherever she may be, I wish her the very best.

And that's it; I've finished talking with Lorena García in more or less depth about my favorite rope models. You can find the rest in the links below.

Ashley Lane, the most complete.

Alba Zevon, the rope specialist.

Tasha Marley, the most beautiful.

Bobbi Starr, the perfect sub.

Sangini, the gymnast.

Approaching Tasha Marley’s modeling work leads me inextricably to talk about her main benefactor, James Bertoni. I have found practically nothing of Tasha Marley beyond her work with the aforementioned producer, so I will speak of them almost as if they were symbionts. The first thing that caught my eye was the color palette James Bertoni uses in his work: very colorful and very well chosen. Add to that the fact that the sets are meticulously crafted even if they look like theater props (I don’t actually see this as a downside; being used to everything in audiovisual media using CGI, I like that romantic touch of things being handmade and real—tangible, even if the finish isn't the most realistic possible). Add to that the collection of lingerie, corsets, boots, heels, leather dresses, latex, and ropes in every color imaginable. Add to that the fact that he tackles all kinds of kinks: secretary, equestrian, pirate, detective, French maid, Star Trek, military, cowgirl, gothic. Add to that the fact that his ropework is both aesthetic and restrictive.

Am I making myself clear? No? I’ll explain it more simply: I dream of being in James Bertoni’s photography studio; I dream of him opening the doors and letting me snoop around as much as I want. I dream of trying on absolutely every piece of the wardrobe. I dream of testing all his rope equipment and gags. I dream of him taking photos of me (yes, you read that right—I, who hate being photographed, dream of him doing it).

Well, the beautiful Tasha Marley has had all of that.

By dint of finding her throughout James Bertoni’s photographic catalog, I ended up captivated by her. She truly possesses that extraordinary beauty that distinguishes her from Ashley Lane or Alba Zevon. The fact that she is blonde makes me insolently dare to identify with her a little; the fact that she has those blue-grey eyes I dreamed of having as a child plays a part too. The fact that she had breast augmentation and the increase was proportionate both adds and subtracts at the same time. My regular readers know I’m not one for tattoos—she has them, and the curious thing is that they are barely visible in her work with James Bertoni. Coincidence or intentionality?

On the other hand, there are times when he simply ties me up and leaves me lying on the sofa next to him, and that same crotchrope he's cinched around my waist feels like pure bliss. There's no intention of sex between us; he's just tied me up to make me happy. With my head resting on his lap while he strokes my hair through his fingers, I let him watch TV while I focus on rubbing my thighs together, enjoying that rope pressing with burning passion against my pussy, between my vaginal lips. And I squirm and squirm and squirm. Hot but unable to satisfy myself—though that doesn't bother me at all. I feel like I'm in heaven.

As I said before, it's the intention that turns the crotchrope into pleasure or punishment.

And then there is her endurance. It isn't just that she displays incredible flexibility, or that the ropes pull her body into impossible positions; it’s that she seems completely unfazed by it. Naturally, on camera, this comes across as incredibly elegant and artistic—as artistic as the ropework she is subjected to.

Add to that a specific type of beauty that screams Eastern Europe the moment you look at her (a look that charms so many), and the fact that—while not exactly rare, it isn't common either—she isn't shy about showcasing her sexual skills. Furthermore, much like the shibari itself, the settings where she appears are consistently aesthetic and pleasing.

(Yes, I’m sure for her predominantly male audience, her breast augmentation is a popular feature; and yes, I notice these things. It’s not my body, it’s not my business, but I would love to ask any woman who is already uniquely beautiful why she chooses surgery—not to criticize, but simply to understand.)

Ultimately, Sangini performs a feat of exhibition in tandem with her rigger, Kalahari. They don't just film videos; they craft erotic spectacles. If bondage were to become an Olympic discipline—akin to a form of artistic gymnastics—she would undoubtedly be a medal contender.