Every day life... if I may say!

Tokyo (1979 - 1989+)

He told me : « That is your turn. Now write ! »

I read all what he already wrote on our life ; I was unsure.

« Write, I’ll correct the grammatical mistakes. »

Not to repeat what he said, nor kill some big events he may have in mind to describe, my subject here will be everyday life, mainly nudity, but also children and how we had to cope with their quite frequent interferences in our usual very private life.

One day, I was fed up with that life ; I was feeling, needing better than such a slave life (not exactly but near of my feeling). One day, I slammed the door bringing our daughter with me. He did not moved a centimeter nor said any thing except « Good bye ! See you soon ». I was shocked. A week later, I was back during an afternoon. He was at work, nobody at home. I put the baby in her chair, then waited. He arrived by 08 PM, he just said looking at me : « welcome back ! » and looking at me, looking at me… It was an order without word. I started to undress,

Nudity was a rule for a long time in our house. Not mandatory nor forcibly, but practice made it a rule ; not full, complete, total but season, weather, location or any other circumstances including His decisions made of nudity total or partial a part of myself.

At home, I could be with a top, but nothing under the waist. If I wore a panty in exceptional days, nothing else was my normal display. I had panties and bras that one day he decided to put to the trash ; this was a year before our wedding and I still had my pubic bush. When I had my periods, I had to use those vaginal Tampaxes and let the cord hanging out. It was a lot embarassing.

Outside, a panty was, until 1985 I think, an absolutely non existing object. Summer or winter the same, cunt and buttocks always reachable by anyone being basic. It changed later, a little only, when I decided to « work » in a job He did not opposed at all.

When Kanako joined us, she was pulled in our lifestyle and applied the same behaviour without any pressure from Him. I never understood why, but my gynecologist after we arrived in France in 1990 (His previous sub when they were in High School) told me : « He is the nearest biblical representation of The Tempter, snake among the people I know »

I must say here that He keeps longlasting contacts with the women He considered to have value.

I met 4 of them among 7 when he organised a small garden party in his parents house near Paris in September 85. Kanako, Laure (the gynecologist), Ok Soon, Jacqueline were present. Lia the italian girl from Bologna died in an accident 3 years before and Anne-Marie (not the one you may think), a senegalese woman of Peul ethnic group living and working near Dakar, were absent. Children where also playing together in the garden. Of the 6 present, 4 were His : Ok Soon’s, Kanako’s and our daughter and son. As far as I understood Ok Soon’s husband knew he was not the father, and Kanako’s married with her knowingly, she was heavily pregnant when they went to the shrine, (he was a friend of Him, before and after)

During that party, Kanako and me were nude under clothing, for the others I did not know at all. But some month later, visiting Laure for a regular health control, she told me that she was « covered » at that time. I did not understand what she meant then and He smiled only when I asked which of the numerous meaning of « covered » (in french) she had in mind.

I am sure He has a lot to say about Laure and relatives ; me also to a lesser extent.

Ok Soon was also puzzling, not cold but unreadable, she broke her mask when He asked her if she could sing an aria… without music ; she did. A marvelous voice but she cried when she ended. He explained later. Jacqueline was the Ok Soon’s friend (and His girlfriend) who made them meet and helped them before she left Paris. A very pleasant, but absolutely realist woman, no useless talk

Our children (5 and 3 years old at the time of the party) were absolutely used to see their mother and aunt Kanako unveiled, at home and outside, in Japan hot springs, or in nudist camps and seasides in Europe. It lasted more than 10 years, for them also nudity was natural, in a way more than for me.

Year after year, we stayed in half a dozen places with the kids, but went also without them of course, in a good number of swapping, swinging clubs. I am absolutely sure He can still give the names of the clubs, camps and places now 25 to 37 years after.

In Tokyo the baby sitters became an absolute need for both professional purposes and « non professional » reasons : ceremonies and parties of the Chamber of Commerce or at Embassies (french, german, US or british) where children were not required for etiquette reasons, and  underwears excluded because of His will. Participating to such parties in such condition was more than arousing, often I felt near full pleasure among all these men and women chatting around me ; the baby sitting student (almost always the same) was also a necessity when I was required in some much less official and respectable places.

One day, Kanachan was not with us, when we came back home, it was around 4 and half in the morning, we found « our » student sleeping in an armchair with our daughter (2.5 years old) doing the same in her bed. Without noise, we went to our room and changed our clothes for yukatas (light coton kimonos). I prepared as silently as possible some green tea, when it was ready, I nodded and He woke her up gently. Some minutes later we were drinking, relax, He just had paid her the vacation, when the baby sitter told me to shut the drawer (she showed the one concerned) explaining that our daughter was playing with a vibrator (only playing) because she found the vibrations somewhat funny. I felt very uncomfortable at that time, but the baby sitter came again, therefore, no problem said He.

We had several other incidents involving one of our children between 1980 and 1990 when we left Japan.

He was tying us together on the tatamis in the living room, when suddenly he stood and shut the light off, we heard a small voice asking for « mama ! ». Before I could open the mouth, I had his hand gagging me. He then moved in the dark : « Mama is sleeping, Aunty to ! ». He had our son sleeping on His shoulder, put the boy on his bed and came back to us as if nothing happened.

Such a quick reaction was not possible, when the kids woke and moved without sufficiently noise to warn.

Once, our daughter appeared when I was sucking Him, how long had she been there ?

Another time years later, that time again, our boy this time showed up while Kanako and me where licking eachother. It seems our son remained quite long then went back in his bed, but he asked the next day if we were feeling bad… (asking it at 4, I felt unstable)

Several times, the kids appreared in the middle of the night when I was tied or Kanako was. And how many time did we not know ?

We had an absolute need of « our » baby-sitting student ! Particularly when He decided that we’ll go either to the « Emperor », to the « Alfa In », to the « Yoake » or any other place, mainstream or not.

With the time, we became friend with the baby-sitter and when He was not in the room, we, the women, could talk freely. Not in the room do not mean He is deaf and hear nothing. One day, after she left, in spite of our doubts, He set up a scenario in which she’ll be central ; Him being present or not, the same. The scenario did not worked because I could not play my part. Several weeks later, it worked because He played all the parts alone, Kanachan and me becoming passive tools. She tasted the rope only once, on a gentle way for sure, but after that she was aware of all what was going on in this house. Who knows Him well understand He may be convincing and relentless.

And, she came back ! And we talked together again. I was more embarassed than her, but He never tied her again.

Years later, He told me :  « You were the target. Not her ! »

Yooki

Fear!

Tokyo (March 1979 - January 1986)

Fear, pure and absolute panic with cats, seeing cats, shivering when a cat was looking at me, useless to say, a cat nearing me? Crazy! Impossible!

But with Him, impossible does not exist and what is crazy becomes a norm.

I am sure He knew of my terror for cats 6 or 8 months before our wedding, but He did not say anything. 

When I was seeing a cat, I immediately turned toward the nearest show window, entering the shop to put the door between me and the monster. In residential streets I crossed the pavement, changing sidewalk to avoid to near a cat sitting in a place, certainly waiting for me.

Sometimes, He warned me with a "Mew" but nothing more, proof he was aware of my phobia.



A year after our wedding and the birth of our first baby, maybe in March 81, we went (with our daughter in her baby basket) to one of His friends home for a "shibari toki" (Bondage Session). The start was very soft, green tea and traditional cakes, then I left the baby's basket near the paper partitions between the rooms. 

They tied me in turn, showing each other, a tip, a knot, how to pass the rope, inside, outside, up, down, straight or crossing. I was still wearing pantie and bra, but not for long. The baby started to cry for milk. but instead of freeing me, He undid my bra on the back, as it was not moving, he took a knife and cut it in piece, taking all off, part after part. I protested without any result, it was already too late. He then took the baby and held her while she was sucking my left breast then the other. Around us, the friend was taking photos, click-flash - click-flash...
After the baby had burped and was back, sleeping in her basket. He neared me again and having me laying flat on my belly, took my last cloth off in spite of my renewed protests.
Click, the camera was flashing not stop. Stupid question in my head: "how many film did he finished? And how many from now?"

At that point, He tied my ankles together, passing the remaining of the rope on the rope already tying my wrists in my back to my upper body, he pulled it slowly, forcing my knees to bend, then arching me back to the limit point when pain was near.

Click-flash! 


Suddenly, I felt Him freeze, suspending His moves, eyes pointing somewhere out of my view.
"You didn't tell me you had!" Was the only remark to the friend. "There are two" was the answer. Two or three minutes later, I understood with horror, a cat, A CAT was in front of me, looking at me with its devilish eyes. I started to moan, to cry, to howl...
The friend apparently was not understanding what was happening, but He said: "Better to close window and shutters. No need to disturb neighbours"
I was completely panic-stricken when they left the room despite of my supplications.

Absolute hell, the cat starring at me, increased panic when the second one came out from the closet; it was pure, absolute, extreme torture. My voice had almost not effect on the "monsters";
no way to escape, my cries, my howls, my tears having no effect on the cats and the men on the other side of the "fusuma" (sliding dividing paper wall).

It lasted two hours or more, them in the other room drinking tea, chatting while looking at the TV. I must admit that He seemed to have had a look several times, half opening the "fusuma".
I fainted twice when I felt the nose and whiskers of one of those devils grazing my skin, completely indifferent to my moaning voice,

I remained like this shutting tightly my eyes not to see the two monsters facing me in a hieratic pose. No hope, each time I relaxed my eyelids, they were there. Time passing, as they did not neared me anymore, one sleeping, the other licking its fur, I relaxed a bit, just slightly, but I relaxed and stopped making noises.

Was it the lasting silence or the time running that decided the men to reappear? But they got in. The cats raised on their paws and left the room in a slow motion move.

I was not dead, I was not in hell, the demonic beasts almost did not touched me. I was safe and I learnt that possibly, the problem was not with the cats, but with me.

My fear and repulsion lasted some more years, until I decided, under His strong advices, to meet a specialist doctor. Two more years and I welcomed a cat that our daughter "saved" in the streets. The cat in our home now is the third.

I hated him for a while... but he was true!


Yooki

Hair or not Hair? That is the question!

France - Japan – France (1965 – 2005+)

When you want a woman to be embarassed and feel really ashamed, you need to know the girl sufficiently well to understand her weak points, to know the surrounding society she lives in, the practices, traditions and moral code active at that time and also particularly know what you will do to obtain what you want. Time must not be a limit or a break.

Starting to talk of pubic hair, their pussy furs is perhaps one of the biggest social subject of our actual world.

When I say actual, I mean the last 60 years, from after WW2 and the creeping negative influence of the american way of life an dits underlying stupid moral.

When I was 17, it was a beautiful year, 1965 ! I was no more « virgin », if a boy can be virgin out of the christian way of thinking, the induced laws and corresponding behaviours.

It took me years to understand that those hairs, positioned in such a strategic place, were important only because of « societies » taboos. 1965, I was in last year of high school and Laure was in the same position in another high school because at that time, boys and girls had separated schools at all levels. Laure and me, passed some days, decided without any comment, word or assessment, to break the wall between us. I was not innocent, neither she was… that helped !

We were fucking, but she had the permanent reflex to hide her fur as soon as I was at viewing distance.

Incredible ! If I consider what happened during the two following years.

Her mother had not that reflex, but it was the  same for Lia, Nicole, Anne-Marie (not 912 whose name has never been Anne Marie), Jacqueline, and some others unders the same occidental influence. Showing or letting one’s fur see, was embarassing or perhaps perceived as obscene maybe.

Later, with Ok Soon, Yooki my wife, Kanako, Natsuko, and other asian girls (mainly japanese and korean women) the move was the same but the content was drastically different.

With the first lot, their thinking was : « Don’t look ! It’s a sin ! shut the light ! (I never did) etc…) As nudity is the mark of the evil (strange that Adam/Eve were nude in heaven, then all saints going to heaven nowadays sing : « I’ve got a robe, you’ve got a robe, all of god’s children got a robe » Censure is not something new.

Therefore, with the european educated having christian or jewish or, in one case, islam backgrounds, my pleasure was, beside fucking if I felt it necessary, or power balance play when suitable, was exhibit them in unpredictable situations (for them of course). I’m not exhibitionist myself, but their almost solid shames was of an incommensurable value. And… at the same time, I was breaking taboos (theirs) and transgressing rules (ours)

With the second group, I was a bit older, less impulsive and I took time to analyse, « their » thinking as I was studying « their » languages, civilisations, societies, traditions and ways of life.

In spite of some « european » influences in Japan : British victorian social code and French civil code imported at the Meiji era ; or after WW2, what was imposed (democraticaly of course) by Mac Arthur in line with religious considerations not for real political need. Poor guy ! He was so « Black and White » oriented.

Asian women are now, as embarassed as occidental ones, to let see their pubic area… but not if the potential viewer is another woman. Public bathes existed for centuries. Just with « occidental progress » males and females were separated, except in some remote hot springs in mountains. There’se a flaw in it I fully used.

I was still in Paris when my girlfriend introduced me to Ok Soon, one of her friends, korean and studying opera singing  at the Paris Conservatoire. I heard a so pure voice… (later the Moonshine voice was a poor imitation). When not on duty, I went to meet and hear Ok Soon almost each week, with or without Jacqueline’s presence, no problem as I kept her informed and almost certainly Ok Soon did also so… They are women, aren’t they ?

Jacqueline left Paris in urgency because of a big family problem. So big that she never came back remaining in her « nowhere » place.

After some days of regrets, I felt more involved in Ok Soon case and I went deeper in her mind. She had many fears : of course not to be talented (she had all the talent and the voice needed, but she doubted), to get her Conservatoire exam (I made all my possible to have her singing in front of as many friends as possible), to be or not to be many, many thing, among them her terror was to be raped like one of her relatives had been in Seoul. I must say that I played with it, but it was a relation in full confidence.

It took time, but I was not in a hurry, I slowly dragged Ok Soon to bondage and a non sexual submission.

No sex was not a problem as I had at the same time a cunt ready to use, but beside the cunt nothing extatic.

Ok Soon was different, I liked her and I wanted her full surrender that I obtained, but it is another story.

She was shy, very shy and modest, it was where I hit one day. I had her nude up to the waist, took a pair of scisors from her beauty tools and started to cut her fur, puting the result of the pruning in an enveloppe. She was so pretty blushing and crying like this. « Keep the enveloppe as a memento ! I took an appointment for you tomorrow afternoon in a beauty salon for a  full depilation. » I loved her hunted animal look at that very time. Who said that asiatic faces are impassive ? … Stupidity !

I arrived the next day with at least three hours before « Her appointment ». I had to wait a little before Ok Soon opened the door, but much less than I had supposed. She had already given up resistance and she was ready. I kissed her cheek and told her to take off her panty which was absolutely useless today.

I left her in the hands of the beautician whose salon was located near the subway station Saint-Georges a  bit downhill from Pigalle ; and came back to receive the final product an hour later. When I arrived Ok Soon  and the beautician (I read « Julia » on her badge) were talking at the front. Ok Soon seemed to bel ost (and she was) and Julia very happy (she was more happy when I filled the check) of the job she did, saying to me that a maintenance is better every three months.

Out on the pavement, Ok Soon started to cry, 20 meters later, she was sobbing her heart out against my chest. I was taken aback (It may happen) ! We went back to her place, her crying, me helping. When in her room, I was in a crisis and had the answer to my surprise to her reaction.

In fact, it was not a relative who was raped,  but her, herself. Her losing her fur was like losing some protective wall in her mind.

In Ok Soon case, I hit unknowingly but directly her weakest point, not through any social understanding or practice. And the story of our relations during those three years and four month would be exciting and bring memories for many.

With Yooki, Kanako, Nastuko and several other « ..ko or ..mi », the approach was different. My target was to put them facing somewhat degrading situations in relations with the social moral of the very conformist japanese people.

For example, at that time late 70’s and 80’s, for an average japanese, tatoos are the marks of the yakuzas, no exception, therefore tatooed persons were not allowed to use the public baths an in a majority of cases to go to hot springs resorts. I did not had any of them, wife or not, tatooed (I would have liked) but it would have marked them without hope to erase. (And also my prefered women tatoo style (irezumi) was the full back with one only central drawing that can extend with related additional motives. Not like we see now in Europe or the US, with girls having a patchwork of stupid small inkstains)

Back to the subject. There was at that time also a strict prohibition to show any pubic fur on magazines or on picture (even private), result, the numerous erotic publication, all BDSM ones included, started to eradicate « The pubic hair » that allowed to hide the slits with very thin black strips that suggested more than hide the cunts of our beloved females. Result was that any woman without fur was considered as completely depraved if not as a whore (but prostitution did not existed anymore… officialy in Japan. As long as there was no contact between sex against money it was not prostitution. Fellatio, sodomy, body-body, hand job were not prostitution, just paid services. Stupidity that US sponsored law was and still is !)

I took the problem in hand, and the risk too (life is of no interest without risk) with my wife (yooki if you don’t know). When she gave birth to our daughter, she had been shaved by a nurse before going in the « workroom ». Shaved but not depilated, in fact not completely, some woods survived to her small forest after cutting down. Not very decorative, not pleasant to see.

After the delivery, Yooki went for two weeks to her parents house, where my mother in law could help.

In a family in Japan, women usually use the bathroom, including the bathtube, together, that allows chatting.

No problem at that time at all.

Four months later, Yooki is almost back to her usual shape and shapes but her bush start to cover again part of her geography. As we were going to her parents house for the long week end of O-Bon, I took my razor, my shaving cream and cleaned completely the vegetation in her equatorial region. She did not understand immediately, but just half an hour after her garden was free of weeds she saw the situation : going to take a bath with her mother ! Canceling was impossible, she had to find a good explanation… or a good lie.

She found a good explanation, hardly a lie but… if it was perfect concerning her family, I was not really satisfied as she avoided too easily the real risk. Anyway, well done, from now it was not necessary for her to have any hair between her thighs when stopping a night or two at her parents home.

A disappointment doesn’t mean giving up, The baby was growing, but she was also keeping her mother mostly at home and Yooki’s weeds were growing again when Kanako made her appearance and the dice use started.

After the « locked sodomy » affair I had with Kanako and her coming back, fulfilled hope a week or so later, I started to look for beauty salons operating « total intimate depilation (or cleaning) ». Result, at that time, in Japon, ZERO. Certainly not acceptable socially wise during those early 80’s ; I’ll have to do it again myself.

The only merit of using a razor for such job on such delicate parts is the psychological pressure it can put on the girl. I decided to make the best of that bad job.

Both Yooki and Kanachan were tied in position on chairs, legs tied to their thighs and kept wide apart by a rope passing under the seat. I moved the seats in way they face each others and left to take care of our baby crying. Back in the living, I had a look and said I was going to the bathroom ; there I shaved doing something more than unusual for me : I cut myself, slightly but sufficiently to bleed. I returned with them, razor, shaving soap, shaving brush and aftershave in hands . When they understood I was going to shave their cunts, there was a ripple of panic in the room. « Still and quiet ! I wouldn’t like to cut your precious clits. I am not african as far as I know, I prefer you with, not without. Shut up ! » all said with a wide nasty smile.

I started to work, soap with brush, what a delight ! Even tied as they were, they were moving.

« Now it’s only the brush, pleasant I know, but when the blade turn starts, better to be stiller than now. »

Passing from my wife’s cunt to her friend’s and back, it was a delight to get on their nerves.

When I started with the blade, their stillness and silence was without exemple in their history. Again from one to the other, starting at the top of their pubis, slowly down, cleaning the blade under the tap, back at work on the other target, again anda gain with some intermitent soapy brush interludes.

I had now reached the near vicinity of  the curb of their cunt well. I had already saw them tense, but never to that point, faces closed, lips sealed and bulging eyes targeting my hand and the tool in it.

I could feel each of them quelling their lightest reflex moves. If heaven exists I was in.

They were clean, including the few hairs on the inner side of their labias majora. Some moves of the blade to erradicate some survivors between holes and I said : « I’m exhausted with such a stress ! »  Pouring aftershave lotion in my hand, I took care of their beardless vulvas, relaxed as the razor was away, the alcoholic lotion took them unaware to my great pleasure.

Two days after that memorable day, after my return from office, I took both of them to the nearest public bath which was a pillar of the japanese life and such places were overcrowded an hour after offices closed.

Cleaning of course, but also relaxing, the public baths were a meeting place, an exchange spot, a chat room for the women and a second level nomiya where men could quietly drink sake.

(please remember that men and women had separate public baths and that as the main bath is used by everybody at the same time, washing onself before entering is compulsory, therefore protective underwears were ridiculous, the only symbolic protection being a ridiculously small towel that almost do not hide anything in fact. http://ropeblog.blogspot.fr/2008/12/japanese-public-baths.html)

Pushing the stroller, I pushed them also to the place of the bath. Skirts and T-shirts, simple shoes, was normal with that summertime muggy weather, but no underwear was much less usual even when going to a place where you strip completely. I waited outside with our daughter who seemed surprised of so many movement around her, no tear at all… fortunately. Once I was sure they got in, I started to be very attentive to the chats of the women leaving the baths. That vigilance gave no very satisfying results : only a woman saying to another : « Did you saw those two tarts ? » , « No, I did not paid attention… »

I decided to repeat the visit in this same place again when Yooki and her « sister » came out.

They returned there a total of seven times during the following month. I stopped only when I saw Yooki crying on the doorstep when leaving… and Kanako not much better. That time their shame took control of everything and Yooki  started a crying fit followed by Kanachan’s. That night I had no need of the dice, but I had to prove my value to both of them. Incredible to what point women can be nasty eachothers ! LOL.

The razor sequence had been quite psychologically shocking for them and they decided to find other ways to remains free of hairs downside. Kanachan was often in her common flat with her rump but violent husband from whom she was now divorcing, but she was looking for a local solution. All her proposals were tested (by her or Yooki) but none proved to be sufficiently efficient time wise. They asked me to bring back from France where I went for a management meeting, a dozen tubes of  depilation cream of a particular brand they found in a women’s magazine. So did I.

No more problems, at that level during a years. In the meantime, Yooki tried electric depilation with dubious results for a non dubious cost, she came back to the chemical industry. On another side, Kanako was divorcing and her man had been quite violent (a good argument for her legally speaking, but not for aesthetic for sure) ; I even had a brawl in public with him that lasted less than 20 seconds ; another bad point for him and he didn’t knew me sufficiently.

Kanako was moving constantly between her mother’s house and our’s. The divorse was as welcomed as vacations can be for stressed workers. I un-stressed and re-stressed her in a different way, but taking her in account in another way.

Their geographic south locations kept for years an aspect strongly similar to the Middle West great plains after harvest. I kept it as is, because I felt and knew that they were not accepting at all such a forced « nudity ».

The next step concerned only Yooki. When we were in France for vacations, not in Paris where she had other duties, but in south, in Provence, we went with the children (we had had a second one, a boy) at the pool or at the seaside where usual families were going, she wore a swimming suit, innocent if dry, very indiscreet an indecent if wet. Virginal when dry, more than provocative and shocking when just out of water.

Even married again with a man (a nice guy) I introduced to Kanachan after a Toshidama Party, practice did not changed a lot, Kanachan came less often but they came from time to time… to throw the dice.

Rope

Dice and French Connection

Tokyo (1981/ 09)

In an exchange with another long time pervert and stories writer beside his real universitary job I answered, in a very private forum, about the dice use:

« 1/ Your suggestion suppose I know what are the punishments. If you know Him well, he never informs or warns of anything
2/ He has things more consistent with more effect than a dice inside my vagina.

I was odd, Kanachan was even.
1 - 2 our mouthes
3 - 4 our vaginas
5 - 6 our backdoors
I was not really liking the sodomy, but I had been trained, but she was virgin by the rear...
She suffered anguish during 5 weeks, was lucky all this time. But, one day she rolled a 6.

What happened was funny for me, very humiliating for her and delightfull for Him.
Better He describes himself when he'll be back. (He left again for Africa yesterday).


Yooki

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Yooki explained about the dice, but only the « how » mechanism, not about the « why » it was used nor the « how » psychology. Here is a tentative description of the use of  such a  random tool.

                                            

Yooki and me are married since 1979, Kanako was her whitness at our wedding and ass they were friends back to school time when they were 9 Years old (1958), they were considering eachothers more as sisters than as only friends ; talking of everything, in particular of what is private, really private.

1980, it was Kanako’s turn to marry and a pregnant Yooki was her whitness. The problem was that about two month later, Kanako’s husband focused again on Office and office duties and office side night activities, I mean there : drinking in bars, fucking barmaids, or going to soaplands (called at that time turkisk baths) and fucking the tarts working in body-body. Note that I’ve nothing against whore basicaly.

During their previous private exchanges, Yooki explained what I was doing to her more than often, and Kanako expressed strongly her disagreement about those « immoral » practices of the past.

One day in 1981, Kanako arrived at our place, crying. Our place, was in fact a not so big flat, rented at a correct price (not so big means a bit bigger than a stamps sheet in my personal european view. It was a Saturday for sure as I was at home, not at work. She was crying and explained the « horrific » standing of her man.

I just said : « Kanako ! You criticized our « perverted life style ». Do we have problems like yours ? »

The next Saturday, she came again, blushing. Yooki  took the ropes out of a drawer…

Shortly after that, I decided, with Yooki’s agreement to treat both of them on an equal standing, but I proposed it to be random, in fact it was a way not to show any particular interest for a new vagina in the landscape. I had the dice in front of me, but it took for me several days to set up the rules that Yooki described : Yooki was odd, Kanachan was even ; 1 and 2 their mouths, 3 an 4 their vaginas, 5 and 6 their rear gates.

In that way, I was respectfull of my wife, attentive to her « sister’s » problem and selfishly satisfying some of my darkest sides (no explanation to be given yet).

When Kanako came again, I explained the rules, non negociable of course. She accepted with a gulp, saying she was fearing and a bit disgusted by an eventual sodomy. Poor Kanako, should she had known what was to happen weeks later, she had flown away… Perhaps… !

Here is the story of how I won her jackpot… and more.

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Our first baby was sleeping in her room and both Yooki and Kanako were tied, nude, kneeling japanese style on the tatamis. Classical aesthetic « shinju takatekote  » ties were so decorative on   their white and soft  skins… decorative and hopeless.

It was a very nice view, allowing to compare their differences in shapes and  reactions to the situation.

Yooki  taller and thiner than Kanakochan, the later having more generous curves. My wife was waiting with curiosity the next coming step, her « sister » was looking at me with an underlying uneasyness in her eyes.

At the same time, I was thinking that I’ll have to remove their pubic hairs in a very near future in view to carry out some projects I had in mind.

They knew that the dice will roll like it did when Kanako came during the past weeks. One day here, two there and the random tool operated once or more at an unspecified time after Kanako’s coming in : at the arrival before Kanako undress, after hours of bondage. It added something to the uncertainity of her feeling : her almost material anguish I was constantly feeding each time I was taking the dice between my fingers. Yooki was more interested in the final result than in the fear for one of her holes, she was already trained therefore I could psychologically focus on Kanachan.

That day, I started slowly, fondling their breasts, their bodies, at least all what was reachable in their kneeling position, stroking lightly their nipples up and down. Bodies react even if brains are not willingly participative… just a whisper and they spreaded apart their knees, allowing my hands to explore their already well known private parts. Anguish or not, shame or not, humiliated or not, both of them had their vaginas quite slippery within minutes. Half an hour of such stop and go teasing, I suddenly stood up, went to the table and took the blue dice.

« My dears, you know what means each number. I hope to roll a 6 for a so long time. » said I with a warm smile. « 6 to be your new, unused, clean, tight, virgin anus. Isn’t it Kanachan ? »

I was sure that in one minute, her wetness had dried.

I threw the dice. The dice jumped and rolled. I closed my eyes and heard with an heavenly pleasure Kanako’s whisper : « Oh no ! »  Opening my eyes, I saw the long waited imperial 6 ; the end of a world for her, the way open to new territories for me.

I moved . She jumped in alarm. I just said, smiling : « not yet baby ! » then grasped Yooki and tied her to the heater, useless in that hot japanese summer, in a pose exposing her secrets and very exhausting with time passing. Then, an only then, I turned toward Kanachan.

I was having an outstanding hard on, an « upstanding »  one like it rarely occurs, No need of any hand or visual control, it was awake and hard to reach the point where erection is in balance between pleasure or pain to come. Just in a good average for lengh, but it’s thickness made my penis impressive, if I put aside its long lasting ability.

Grasping Kanako by the ropes between her tits, I dragged her to the low table and  had her laying on her back. The least I can say is that arm tied behind made the position quite uncomfortable.

No need to shout to her, as I always considered it a show of weakness from the top side, I talked softly, but discarding any hope that her backdoor will be saved. I appreciated her look at that time : a mix of fear and defiance in eyes full of unshed tears.

Her legs on my shoulders, lubricated my cock with saliva,  clasped her thighs and pushed forward in one thrust. I was inside, my belly in contact with her bottom

A not-so-loud shout, tears droping on her cheeks and… I felt a sudden constriction at the base of my cock. Impossible to move out, the strangulation was too poweful. I was caught ! I found the situation slightly disturbing but at the same time funny and very exciting. Any movement I could try resulted in « nothing », no one millimeter in or out, we were securely connected like a wagon to the locomotive !

Kanako was not yet aware of what was happening, only focusing on her enlarged sphinter and in  her understanding she was now an « assfucked » one. Shame in her eyes, she was begging me to get out. Incredible how expressive a usually impassive japanese face can be in such a case. Her eyes were sending supplications. If heaven exists it must be what I felt then.

Two meters away, Yooki  had noticed that something was going wrong. She asked : « Problem ? » my answer was only a nod with « A nice one »

Unbelievable, the strength an asshole muscle can have. My cock was literally, constricted, choked, strangled, and when I say « no move », we were absolutely stuck together.

Keep cool ! Let’s take life as it comes and enjoy, yes,  but when Kanako understood, she panicked quite a bit, erratic movements without effects except being slightly painful and hopeless. At this point, I really  started to appreciate to enjoy the psychological effects of this uncomfortable connection, that I called later « The french connection ».

It is said that there is always a solution to any problem, but that time, the problem was new and weird and

even scratching my neurons, no exit (if I may say) was in view. Time was passing and the clock running, but the cock wasn’t.

Kanako’s sphincter was no more in pain, if it has been ever. of this I was sure, but her morality torture was still on and her cockcuff (if I may call it like this) was not relaxing at all on my erection which was not showing any regression either.

I was unable to reach the knots I had done in her back, all my tries were impaired because of our face to face position. I tried also to free Yooki but to have my hand reaching the rope linking her to the heater required me to stand, something problematic with 40 kg hanging from my cock. I gave up.

Everything seemed to be part of a surrealist artwork :  all three of us chating like if we were around a cup of tea ; them free of their moves and me talking with distance of an uncertain « connection » with Kanako. It was at the summum of the incoherence and subtleties of the diplomatic language. The object was, of course, to find an issue to such a « minor » problem.

Yooki : «  why dont you relax both of you and forget it ? »

Kanako and me laughing , but politely not so loud. A laugh that relaxed the mind but not the meat. It was a test anyway as all laugh jerky vibrations had repercussions through our « solid » connection. No result but, it opened the way to a wide range of ideas : pain ? a difficult spanking ? tits slaping ? nipple pinching ? : result, nothing at all ; tickling on her ribs weakpoints ? huge laugh but hole tightening ; masturbation ? she had an almost silent orgasm but she did not weaken at all. I appreciated but…

Hope is only hope and I would have prefered to find a solution other than the one I had now in mind.

The time was flowing, but stuck like we were, it seemed to have become a photo instead of a living movie. A quarter to midnight… more than two hours and our freedom was uncertain for the time being.

I just remarked that without progress a phone call to a doctor was the only solution to consider. Grin from Yooki, Kanako’s deep blush was their answer.

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Before the doctor’s arrival, it had been such a gymnastic to reach the phone as we were not doggy style and she was as well as Yooki tied and I could not reach the knots, absolutely no way !
Once the phone in hand and talking to the doctor's secretary, the twisted idea of having Kanachan explaining the situation came in my mind, I hold the phone for her and told her to say herself. She was as red as the rising sun and Yooki was open mouth. She had to repeat everything to the doctor himself when he took the phone from his secretary.
One more crawling to open the lock of the door and back to the livingroom to wait for him. Oh yes, poor Kanachan and Yooki (because as she was tied, she was displaying the secrets of her nature)... and what a delight for me in spite of the disturbing situation.

He arrived half an hour later. The bell rang, I shouted "It is open, please come in." adding "Welcome" laughing.

The first thing he said was "Haaa! I see" then added "What a nice tie" and turning toward Yooki " a very nice tie". I still have in memory their faces, the doctor, amused, slightly smiling, Kanako's as contracted as her anus, eyes crazy wild if I can say, Yooki blushing trying to avoid the eyes of the doctor.

He took his bag, a syringue, two needles, two different vials, then very professionally explained that she'll relax and sleep for several hours and that in my case the effect of the injection will be no erection during three or four days. Injection in Kanachan bottom cheek and in the basis of my cock for me.
This done, while he was waiting the effects of the drugs, he untied Kanako with skills, asking her to describe how she was feeling. Surprisingly she answered with no more blushing.

Then he went to free Yooki asking if she also had experienced sodomy. Mumbbling, she confirmed, several time. I explained the dice rules and the doctor burst in laugh.

"Anyway I want to see both of you in my office next tuesday afternoon. Bring your social insurance documents."

I was now feeling my penis retract and getting out of the cavern. Kanako was already half sleepy and Yooki still naked helped her to our bed. In the meantime I rushed to the bathroom to clean my cock of the smelly traces.

I came back just when Yooki was coming out of the baby's room holding my wallet. I paid the doctor who said he would like to have such night urgencies more often.

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We had a very quiet night and in the morning Kanako woke up, had the breakfast with us almost in silence, dressed while Yooki reminded her that the doctor was waiting us Tuesday.

She was silent, not cold but silent, almost mute, so mute I doubted she’ll come again,

On the other side, I mean : Yooki my wife, I was having the clear feeling that she was half pleased, half angered with Kanachan standing. Angered because they were so long and so strong in intimate friendship, pleased because sharing was, maybe, finished. Our relations during the weekend and until Tuesday were quite tense, perhaps because my magical stick was temporarily in maintenance stage.

On Tuesday, pleasant surprise, Kanako rang at the door, on time to go to the clinic, less silent but clearly still unsure, undecided, un… what else.

Yooki remained at home as our daughter made her quite busy at day time. Kanako and me left for the clinic by bus as there was no clients parking places there at my knowledge. Standing during the short trip, I was looking at her smiling, while she was avoiding my eyes. In the waiting room, several patients were called for different other doctors before Kanachan was by the holder of  her/our secret. A quarter hour later she was back in the room with a much more smiling face. I was curious why, but no time, it was my turn.

I was now facing him, a wide and warm smiling doctor. I am not at all easily upset, I waited…

Still smiling, he told me to drop my pants ; I did. He had a look, a quick one, to my sleeping magic wand and told me to clothe back.

« By the way, you had a nice priapism fit, It’s not good if it lasts too long… not good for you, I mean » said he.

« Ha ! I supposed so. Not bad but one or more hours like this would have been unconfortable for me and her. For sure. On this point, I was not alone. What happened to her ? »

« I don’t really know. I asked to a specialist of the nervous system who told me that possibly her reaction was psychologically triggered. Just a supposition. No physical consequence on her side. »

Here I asked the question that was turning in my head since that night :

« Doctor, you seems to be able to appreciate a rope work and undo the ties with skill ? »

« Am I ? »

He wrote a prescription, said : « The tablets are in case of another seizure, the ointment is just in case of bacterias presence. » and without a break : « May I have your phone number ? I’ll call you to come again next week… alone. No need to take the appointment with my secretary ! » Laughing.

So did I.

Back home with Kanachan, we discussed during two hours all three of us before Kanako left for her home.

Before leaving, she left in Yooki’s hand a vial of strong relaxing ointment…

I thought : « Cool !».

A week later, Kanako had not shown up yet when I answered to the doctor’s call, the meeting was decided in front of the clinic at 8 PM. I informed Yooki I’ll be probably late the next day, but I did not say it was with « the » doctor. I don’t know why, but I kept it for me.

At the said time, his car came out of the clinic basement parking and I boarded. I noticed we passed Shibuya, then Shinjuku, in direction of Ikebukuro where he drove in a labyrinth of small streets near the Tobu Department Store. 10 minutes walk and he ringed at a door with a name plate : « Yoake Club ». (夜明クラブ) . The least I can say, it was a real private club. He was my sponsor, otherwise no way, because I was also a foreigner, who were not exactly welcome in this circle but speaking fluent japanese, that was appreciated.

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In the medium and long terms, that « Dice Day » had many consequences :

-       I joined the Yoake Club, learnt many new tricks with the ropes ;

-       Yooki and Kanako went also to the Club, with me but not only ;

-       I met in the Yoake, Akechi Denki who became one of the top Masters in shibari ;

-       Kanako divorced and met her second husband there, they are still married even if she has also now a girlfriend ;

-       The doctor Hideki came and often rolled the dice. One day Kanako was not present, he came with his wife Natsuko who became « Even », several times after Kanako’s new wedding.

-       A contact with a member of the Yoake, led us, mainly our females to participate to « Otoshidama Parties ». Parties that existed until after we left Japan for France in 1990, two years later, in 1992, the police arrested a lot of people, but none of us fortunately.

-       Yooki continued in Paris what she started In Tokyo…

And I am quite sure I forget a lot of important details.

So many thing to say !

Rope 

Corridors

Hilton Hotel HongKong (1985/03)

Since before our wedding 30 years ago, he introduced me into his world of bondage, humiliation and of many perversions of which some are fully off limits.

Here is what happened in 1985 at the HongKong Hilton (TsimShaTsui on KowLoon side of the bay, just in front of the Peninsula Hotel). Note that the Hilton moved across the bay to Hong-Kong Island some years later.


We were on a small four days trip to relax from the usual stressing life in Tokyo. In both cities people were rushing for job duties, crowding the subway during rush hours, but Chinese people have something less tense than my fellow countrymen and, we were not in any particular urge during these four days.

on the second day evening, we had walked a lot within the small lanes on both side of Nathan Road looking for the ivory masterpiece or the unique jade sculpture (and strongly negotiating the prices of course). When back at the hotel, the children were tired, We quickly ate in one of the Chinese restaurants at the first floor and went to our rooms at the fifth floor to have kids sleeping. We had two communicating rooms: one for the children the other for us. A quick washing and soon they were deeply asleep. I came back in our room and was facing my man smiling at me with a rope in hand. He only said to strip, strip all.

In less than five minutes, I was nude and tied in front of him in the middle of the room: hands in my back, my small breast clinched in a "shinju" tie, otherwise free to move and hairless vagina free of any piece of rope.
I was thinking he'll play the rape scenario, but, no ! He came to me, tickled my nipples, passed behind me, pushed me toward the door, gagged me with a hand, opened the door with the other and pushed me in the corridor saying not to come back before a full half an hour at least.

I had a huge moment of panic, standing naked in the middle of the way, looking around if anyone was coming, but with the carpet no significant sound and the elevator was only at a dozen meters from where I was standing. It was only slightly past PM 10, the time customers start to come back to their rooms. I was heavily sobbing, looking for an escape way. I tried to open our doors, no way. Just  a that moment, I heard the elevator starting to move, up or down no idea but I had to fly away from were I was. At the other end of the corridor was an emergency exit, I rushed there just in time to see a couple out and walking to the other corridor.
I was breathing like if I had run 100 meters full speed.

In the meantime, I was turning in my head  crazy ideas (not so crazy possibly). What would happen If someone found me ? Will he call the police ? Will he drag me in his room and rape me ? Will he throw me again back outside after that ? I only thought « he » but it could have been a woman, it never came to my mind that a woman could find me. I was becoming more and more wet,  I was feeling an absolute excitation between my thighs, Tied as I was, it was impossible to calm down my tension and, at that very time, I was hating him for all what was happening or not happening.

At the other end of the corridor, the elevator lights were off for quite a long while,  but I had no more reference of the time passing, no wristwatch and the big one above the elevator was not in view from where I was. I decided to jump at least to the Floor Service Room which was not closed, but I had to be in the open for a while, a door could suddenly open…

I reached this new dark haven without problem, but a minute later, the elevator arrived and unloaded half a dozen people that remained chatting in Chinese at two or three meters from my hiding in the stock of sheets and towels. I was wet as crazy.

I had the feeling that hours passed, but I did not moved, hearing listening for the faintest sound. Faint it must be with the carpet killing all noises, the situation was a devastating mix of stress and frustration : pure fear to be found, pure need to relax my private parts, my eyes sere shedding tears, my sex too. In the meantime, through the line of light of the slightly opened door of the service room, I was seeing peoples going to their rooms or going to the sky lounge, a non stop movement that was crippling my nerves, baring me to make the 10 meters jump to my room.

I tried twice to open the door wider but each time I moved back, heart beating like crazy, a drum noise that I was sure anyone could hear from the passage. The third time was the good one, the door open I ran to the room and started to knock at the door while keeping an eye toward the elevator. He was not coming to open… Panic !
The room number hit me. I was knocking at the kids room. Three meter more and I banged the door with my head, the elevator was in move again, its lights blinking.
I was sure it’ll stop at this floor, who could want to stop at another one ?
Will this fucking bastard open the door ?

He grabbed me and pulled me inside just at the moment a couple got out of the elevator. Did they see me ? I don’t know.

I was boiling with furor and exploded when he said : « Welcome back and congrats, you lasted exactly one hour and 12 minutes ».
My hands were useless but I started to kick with feet and head. Laughing he held me away with one hand and passed behind me, fondled my tits were the nipples were painfully protruding and  threw a hand to my soaked cunt.
Without a words, he fucked me, still tied, standing, my back to the door.

That was one of the most tremendous orgasms I had.


Comment : It was absolutely great because it was unexpected and non consensual.
I should have known that possible to happen after years living together, but I did not. At least, I have learnt one thing : he has always a good length of rope in his luggage.
I considered divorce after that and after some other events, but I rejected it : a penis is easy to find but how could I find a man knowing me so well ?

Yooki