This past weekend was both exhausting and exhilarating. Of course, there was Kinbaku Live Night at Studio SIX on Saturday evening and that was followed by a trip over to Azabu Juban (in the Roppongi area) for the fetish party known as Tokyo Decadance. The reason I’ve been offline for so long (for me, anyway) is that I’ve been getting the Studio SIX photos together for the gallery and this time we also have another near-high definition quality video for your viewing pleasure. And it’s ready to go right now. No waiting.
In addition, Mr. K. and I shot the show at Tokyo Decadance and I’ve spent most the weekend editing that video. But first things first.
Studio SIX got going at its usual time and Asagi Ageha was there to tantalize and tease as only she can. She was also the main attraction at Tokyo Decadance (along with Steve, of course) so she got the Double Whammy Osada Steve Special rope treatment on this particular evening. To be perfectly accurate, their show at Tokyo Decadance didn’t actually start until around 2:00 a.m. on Sunday, but who’s keeping track, right?
It’s a good thing Ageha-chan is young and strong because she put in a full night’s work at Studio SIX alone. Steve decided he wanted to experiment a bit with all the bamboo poles he’s got lying around and it didn’t take long before Ageha-chan was helplessly bound face down, on her knees, arms pulled up behind her back with her ankles tied together also hoisted into the air.
Once he was satisfied with the position, Steve brought out his custom-made Australian bull whip and followed that up with a nasty little flogger, spending some quality time with Ageha-chan’s lovely exposed ass.
When things wrapped up at Studio SIX around 11:00 p.m., we had plenty of time to get something to eat before heading over to Roppongi. So naturally we went to the notorious gay section of town known as Shinjuku 2-Chome. I don’t know why it is we always seem to go there. The restaurant’s name is Cocolo, by the way. I’ve been there with Steve, or with Steve and Ageha together, about four or five times now. I must admit, the food is excellent and the prices aren’t outlandish.
So we hopped in the Hummer limousine ably conducted by Omide, Steve’s huge Nigerian personal driver/bodyguard. Ageha-chan frolicked topless in the hot tub. Both she and Steve abstained from the champagne since they were on their way to work. I helped myself.
Cocolo has a lot of nude photos of muscular Japanese studs on the walls. Interestingly, there are nearly as many female patrons as males. To tell you the truth, the first time I went there, I didn’t know I was in 2-Chome and I didn’t know this was a gay establishment. It dawned on me the second time around. Steve never tells me anything. Or maybe he is trying to tell me something. I’m so confused.
Steve and Ageha were sitting next to each other on one side of the table. That left Mr. K and me sitting side by side on our end. Mr. K. is an agreeable fellow. I often see him at Studio SIX. As I recall, he is receiving some instruction in shibari from Steve at the bondage bar Mode et Baroque. When he’s at Studio SIX, he always pitches in and re-ties all of Steve’s ropes once Steve is finished with them.
He sports shoulder-length black hair, several facial piercings and black fingernails. I, on the other hand, am probably twice his age and that night I was wearing a pair of 1,000 yen trousers I throw in the corner each night, a shirt with two-week old breakfast stains on it and a sport jacket that reeks of cigarette smoke. I think we made a nice couple.
I don’t believe I have ever been to Tokyo Decadance before. They only let me in ’cause I was Steve’s video guy. I guess my egg-stained shirt didn’t qualify as fetish wear. Whatever.
The place was packed. I guess there were four or 500 people there — nice mix of girls and boys. All kinds of crazy outfits. I felt like a fossil. The music: some kind of trance or industrial or whatever you call it. All I know is I have an appointment to go in this week to have my pacemaker re-calibrated.
Once it was showtime, Mr. K. positioned himself on the stairs leading up to the balcony, stage left, and shot down. I got into the crowd, stage right, and shot up. I also took some video while I was there.
The light was a little too low but we did get some pretty decent footage all the same. The worst part was, some guy elbowed his way in front of me and started taking flash pictures. Now, prior to this I saw a staff member tell someone not to take flash photos during a previous show. Where was this guy when knucklehead showed up?
What do you think would happen if some dumb fuck got behind the net and took a flash photo just as Wayne Gretzky was going in for the goal? The fool wouldn’t make it out of the arena alive, that’s what. Steve and Ageha are up there doing relatively dangerous work. I don’t think either one of them needs to have a goddamned flash going off in their eyes.
These flash photos are particularly fucked up for video cameras with CMOS chips. And they’re annoying as hell if you’re just standing there watching. Complete bullshit.
Despite this, Mr. K. and I soldiered on and I was able to put together quite a nice video from our footage. It will be available at japanbondage.tv before too long. Steve also asked me to put together a three or four minute trailer that we can put out there for the masses. I’ll let you know when that one’s ready.
The photos below are video grabs of the Tokyo Decadance performance.
Update: This post has been edited to reflect the correct spelling of Tokyo Decadance. A deliberate misspelling, I presume.
VIDEO — WMV, 8.60 MB