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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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
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