{"id":187,"date":"2008-09-27T23:20:06","date_gmt":"2008-09-28T13:20:06","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/tokyobound.com\/blog\/?p=187"},"modified":"2016-05-11T23:49:41","modified_gmt":"2016-05-11T14:49:41","slug":"a-first-encounter-of-the-third-kindness","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/tokyobound.com\/blog\/?p=187","title":{"rendered":"A first encounter of the third kindness"},"content":{"rendered":"

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This time we are bringing you a special report sent in by a lady fan. So instead of giving you the usual fare as seen from the top, we are treating you to a female\u2019s perspective, as she shares her thoughts and feelings at the receiving end of Osada Steve\u2019s<\/a> kindness.
\nThis is the first of two reports of bondage sessions with Osada Steve. This encounter took place at Roppongi Jail<\/a>, the second, at Studio SIX<\/a>.<\/p>\n

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\nBackground:<\/strong> \u2018fairy\u2019 is an ethnically Chinese middle-class girl from a South East Asian country, at the time 22 years old, articulate, educated and assertive in her daily life. She is also sexually submissive and for three years had been in a 24\/7 D\/s relationship with her Master who brought her to Tokyo, and as you\u2019ll read, did not inform her what was going to happen to her that evening, in the club, in public.<\/p>\n

The Report was written less than 12 hours after the event, while the images, thoughts and impressions were still freshly implanted on her mind. Enjoy.<\/p>\n

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When I had woken up from my nap, I was feeling worse than when we had first gotten back. Go out? Couldn\u2019t we just stay in, relax or something? But Master was all dressed up \u2013 special shirt and all\u2026 and most importantly, He had that look on His face\u2026 yes, THAT look. I knew at once that Master had something up His sleeve\u2026 we were going to go out tonight.<\/p>\n

He even had a new leather collar for me, with metal studs no less. Was Master going to bring me for some puppy play?<\/p>\n

I really wanted to just stay in bed.<\/p>\n

It was a struggle, of course\u2026 the train journey seemed extremely long, which was ample time to think, eat myself up. Master now has new ammunition to wind me up, but truly, I was feeling most depressed, pressurized, and so not horny. And out of that, a cry to Master: what if I was totally horrible? What if I threw up on whoever the guy would be? Master would then be most upset with me, extremely angry, and think I\u2019m the most terrible slave ever.<\/p>\n

The \u2018what ifs\u2019 were endless.<\/p>\n

By the time we reached our destination station, I was totally exhausted, partly from my own self-torture, partly from the journey itself. I wasn\u2019t really focusing on where we were walking; Master led me by hand. And all of a sudden, I was standing before a Caucasian gentleman whom I immediately knew was a Dom.<\/p>\n

He was tall, probably older than Master, with shoulder-length white hair in a ponytail. Piercing eyes that weren\u2019t really propping but still made you feel as though he was looking deep into your heart. Osada Steve, sensei, I think that was his name. He had the Dom aura\u2026 nothing overpowering, just a gentle quiet and calm strength which he was comfortably resting in.<\/p>\n

I was confused as to how to behave. What was the Japanese BDSM protocol of behavior? How was I to greet him? I didn\u2019t know a thing\u2026 so I figured lowered eyes would do.<\/p>\n

Who am I kidding? My eyes were lowered all the time mainly because I didn\u2019t dare look at him\u2026 I was afraid he would look in and see right through me\u2026 see\u2026 see ME.<\/p>\n

It hadn\u2019t really registered, with regards to what we were meeting him for. In the end, I figured he was just someone we were meeting for drinks, that he was showing us around, bringing us to a BDSM club\u2026 that sort of experience. The club we went to had a huge sign at the entrance, announcing to the world that SM people should go up that particular flight of stairs. And somehow I thought, SM people would just go there for drinks, in a room decorated with SM items (one does have to maintain the club theme), and discuss SM stuff. And true enough, the waitresses there were dressed accordingly, pieces of SM furniture were scattered throughout the place.
\nOk, so it was just a themed club, that I can handle.<\/p>\n

Then there was the rope transaction which I was cool with\u2026 so Master was just meeting someone whom we were buying lovely Japanese ropes <\/a>from. In hindsight, I should have seen the link\u2026 Master telling me earlier on that he was a rope master and that oh, we had seen his video clip on the net\u2026 and the ropes placed right in front of me on the table, in a SM club. But I suppose somehow I just did not think that I would end up being in ropes entwined around my body by Him.<\/p>\n

So we sat, we drank, we chatted and smoked. And then suddenly, I heard talk with Osada Steve suggesting to demonstrate how those ropes could be used — on me. And then I was asked if I wanted to visit the loo, to freshen up and remove my bra. Remove my bra? I know it would make me sound really slow, but it was only after I was in the toilet cubicle itself that it registered that I was going to be part of a live show, in front of an audience.<\/p>\n

So I was hesitant, really hesitant. I was curious, but I didn\u2019t want to do it in front of other people. I didn\u2019t want to have to worry about the other people\u2026 I wanted the personal experience, shared with Master. So I quite literally begged Master\u2026 I wanted to blot. But\u2026 Master owns me.<\/p>\n

On Osada\u2019s instruction, I took off my boots and corset. I was relieved he didn\u2019t instruct me to take anything else off. He was gentle in His instructions, and that made it easier for me. I think a lot of what happened next had to do with the man itself\u2026 I felt safe, I knew, even though I didn\u2019t know him, that I could trust him, completely\u2026 perhaps, let go completely.<\/p>\n

He started by tying my hair up into an intricate knot. I heard the waitress commenting to this customer who had just arrived that it looked as though Osada was a mother preparing me, doing my hair for me. And yes, I think it was a most appropriate description. Closing my eyes, I started to relax\u2026 and for some reason, it was a most easy thing to do. I don\u2019t think I had ever felt that relaxed in a session with a stranger before.<\/p>\n

Much of the session, I do not know how to describe\u2026 I cannot tell you how at such and such a point I felt this, or that, and so on — the most simple reason for that is, well, I was floating\u2026 and when you\u2019re floating, you don\u2019t think, you simply feel \u2026 \u201ctake the ride\u201d.<\/p>\n

Also I have no wish to think very deeply into the session, tear it apart and analyze it. That would just totally ruin the entire experience. Because I think the experience, in this case, is not to be aware of every single move made\u2026 but to take it all in its totality and just embrace it. And when you analyze too much, the beauty of simplicity is destroyed.<\/p>\n

As I said, I cannot describe every single step. By the time He had finished with my hair, I was very relaxed, my body just went along and moved the way His hands directed it to. After the session, I was told how interesting it was that I behaved in that manner\u2026 but really to me, it just seemed the most natural and right thing to do, to put my hands behind my back. A gesture to indicate that I was ready, and then He took over.<\/p>\n

My arms and upper body were tied. He then had me partially suspended from my left side. The ropes felt very secure and fitting, but not intrusive. They didn\u2019t bite hard into my skin, and did not hug me so tightly that they crushed my chest. They were just\u2026 comforting, a firm but gentle hug\u2026 resting on me like a second skin.<\/p>\n

Osada then tied rope around my left mid-thigh and suspended me from that point also. Then it was my right ankle\u2026 and soon, I was suspended horizontally in mid-air. And you know, it was totally liberating, to be hanging there like that, literally floating on air. Lastly, Sir tied rope around my bum and suspended me from there too. He then gagged me with a rope.<\/p>\n

By that point, I was gone, really gone\u2026 I remember turning round and round, spinning the way His hands directed\u2026 and that was most lovely. No words can completely describe how I felt\u2026 the closest I can go is to say that I felt really free and secure, flying.<\/p>\n

At some point, I felt something hitting my ass. Later, I learnt it was a rubbery sort of cats tail. I felt pain, yet, it was a most comfortable pain. The next item which Sir used produced a sharper pain which would make me cry out whenever it landed on my skin\u2026 but the strange thing is, painful as it was, it didn\u2019t stop me from floating\u2026 in fact, I think it enhanced the experience even more — so much so that when He whipped me hard one particular time, I came.<\/p>\n

The point is that I wasn\u2019t in a totally horny and turned on mood — not an \u2018ooohh I really want to be fucked now\u2019 manner by the experience. So I think the orgasm was not so much a \u2018fuck until you cum\u2019 sort of orgasm, but more a \u2018being so free mentally that the orgasm is a physical manifestation of that\u2019 sort of thing. So after the orgasm I wasn\u2019t like, \u201coh yes, I wanna be fucked some more and cum some more\u2019 as would normally happen, as I would normally expect\u2026. But more a feeling like I was breaking through chains, a sort of liberalization.<\/p>\n

At some point, He stated letting me down. I didn\u2019t want to be brought down though, but to continue flying in midair. Thinking back now, I seem to recall, my body was really quite limp by then. My feet were on the ground, but I was still being totally supported by Osada Steve and his ropes. I couldn\u2019t actually stand and so was basically held up by the ropes, in whichever manner they tilted me.<\/p>\n

Looking at the photographs later that night, I can now tell you that at some stage Osada exposed me to the audience, my skirt was hiked up over my hips, my breasts pulled out of the tight t-shirt and I was whipped again, but I don\u2019t really recall. Then, from the photographic evidence only I know he first untied my legs, then loosened the ropes holding up my upper body, then took those ropes too, till I finally lay on the floor. I don\u2019t really remember that\u2026 I only seem to remember tearing, tears rolling down my cheeks. No, I wasn\u2019t sad or anything\u2026. The tears just came\u2026 and perhaps, if one wants to be philosophical about it, you could say it was tears from the relief felt that oh yes, I could not have to be conscious and proper\u2026 since at all times, we are not totally ourselves because society dictates that we have to behave in certain a manner, be considerate of the people we share the world with. But in that experience, I didn\u2019t have to bother with that anymore\u2026 that experience was really all about me being me, experiencing Me\u2026 and I was so relieved that I could just relax and be vulnerable, and feel myself\u2026 and so I cried.<\/p>\n

Now, about 12 hours after that session, my entire upper body is aching and I am favoring my right side.<\/p>\n

But now\u2026 I understand the phrase \u2018freedom through bondage\u2019 even more\u2026. And I have to thank Master for giving me that experience, and Osada Steve for creating the way\u2026 I find myself more in touch with myself\u2026 and that\u2019s one of the basic things of BDSM\u2026.<\/p>\n

Her Master will bring her back to Tokyo, and of course to Studio SIX, to attend the weekly Kinbaku Live Night<\/a> on October 4.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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