As I’ve intimated to some of you in my newsletter, I recently went to Japan. Over the next little while, I am going to share some of my stories from there with you – I hope you will enjoy them. For those of you contemplating joining my Covenant Program, there’s no better time to join. You might play it coy, but you and I both know what you really want. To lay yourself at the feet of your Mistress, to submit completely to her commands and designs for you.
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Japan, the land of the rising sun, had called to me for a long time. I am a person who enjoys a good paradox, being – perhaps – rather one myself. Known for its cuteness and order; Japan also has to its creations bukkake, subway perverts and tentacle porn.
Did you know, before bukkake became some sort of pleasant sexual deviance, it was actually used as a punishment in Feudal Japan for women accused of adultery? Look it up.
I had heard some interesting observations on Japanese culture. Of polite smiles that veiled irritation, of robots that – while wonderfully entertaining to look at – also served to offset the loneliness of a demanding work culture. Most interestingly – the sex dolls – so eerily lifelike in feel and appearance, that one might mistake them as real. In documentaries I had seen men who treated their dolls with more reverence than most men at home I knew treated their wives or girlfriends with; dressing them up between “uses”, and even setting a place at the table for them.
The most compelling mystery that lay in Japan though was Suki. She was, after all, the reason that prompted me to book the ticket in the first place. A short, slight Japanese girl who I met at a fetish night last summer. Also a Mistress. We struck it off instantly. At home, she told me, she was “Mistress Sakura” – kimono, jute rope and all. Playing on the delicate Asian lotus stereotype when she was clearly anything but. A lot of men are pretty simple creatures, and from what I understood she did well with that title. Who she was underneath the persona, beyond the playful flirtation she offered that night – I wasn’t sure. But she had contacted me, a few weeks back, and in that teasing way of hers, suggested I should come to Japan while she was there, visiting her family.
“I worry I will be bored, Katia. I love my family, but I need fun! So of course I thought of you. Perhaps we could get to know each other… a little better? More intimately? I can show you things a guidebook couldn’t. Local knowledge, you know.”
She giggled as she said that, and I felt a long dormant electricity surging up through my core. I know to pay attention to this feeling, as it always leads somewhere compelling – and I am curious by nature. Whatever she had planned, it sounded playful. And you know how much I like games. Besides, my toy collection needed an upgrade, and where better than Japan to find the technology and ideas for new torture that I needed? I messaged my clients to let them know I’d be out of town for the next few weeks and booked the ticket.