Nureki Chimuo Archive

Mizuki Kageo-sama

It’s been a while.

I’m still doing well.

Yesterday and the day before, I visited the Sex Industry Museum both days.

Upon returning home from the museum yesterday, I received word from Director Nakahara Rutsu that Mizuki-san had just called, expressing concern that new drafts of my “Talking Theater” and “Secret Bondage Stories” haven’t appeared online lately. I gratefully acknowledged her concern.

As you likely heard from Director Nakahara, I’m still running around every single day, doing all sorts of things.

This “all sorts of things” actually covers such a wildly broad range that, at times, I’m at a loss as to how to handle it all. Even though it’s the result of my own actions, I find myself somewhat perplexed and even in a state of confusion.

However, ultimately, these are seeds I sowed myself, and there’s no choice but to patiently deal with them one by one.

Regarding recent developments, online I’m serializing “Nureki Chimou’s Testament of Obscene Pleasure” at a site called Web Sniper.

True to its title, this is an experimental endeavor where I’m writing to see how far I can expose my most shameful, yet profoundly life-affirming acts.

I’m also writing a serialized essay titled “Dear Sir, This is Nureki Chimuo, Your Bondage Specialist” for the magazine “SM Net.”

This piece offers my thoughts, or rather, my criticism on the current state of “commercial bondage,” written with plenty of sarcasm and, of course, from a negative standpoint.

The title signifies that I am not some “master rope artist,” but merely a hired “bondage specialist” on a photo shoot.

It embodies my feeling that people who pompously call themselves “rope masters,” adding the honorific “master” to their name, are untrustworthy.

No matter how negatively or sarcastically I rant, it won’t change the current state of “commercial SM,” where scenes of immediately stripping women naked, binding their limbs in extended or rigid positions to create acrobatic shapes, and inserting foreign objects into their crotches reign supreme.

I know that. But I have no desire to go along with that trend either. So here I am, muttering away and writing this sort of thing.

I said I had no desire to go along with that trend, but I carelessly wrote that. Yet on the shoot, I spread and bind the female body exactly as the employer orders. So it’s no wonder people think I’m going along with it after all.

If people mock me, saying, “What you say and what you do are different, aren’t they?” Well, that’s just how it is.

Just the other day, I was hired for a certain “commercial SM” shoot and bound a self-proclaimed twenty year old beauty (actually a lovely young lady with striking features, the kind you’d see in TV commercials).

At the climax, that young lady I bound was surrounded by four male actors and proceeded to perform fellatio on them one after another.

It wasn’t forced. She looked delighted, her eyes shining as she licked the man’s genitals.

Watching from the sidelines, I couldn’t understand at all why she had to be bound when she seemed genuinely happy, clearly enjoying it, and actively participating.

She was so pleased, offering no resistance, doing exactly as she was told. So why did the men need to restrict her freedom? What possible reason could they have?

It baffles me completely.

It was unreasonable, absurd, or rather, it was simply unavoidable.

(Perhaps they were aiming for the appeal of an absurd world? Well, now that you mention it, I suppose you could say that…)

There must be a special sensibility, a spiritual world, that I simply cannot comprehend.

Soon, the four men ejaculate simultaneously. She joyfully bathes her face in it, opening her mouth to receive it, even happily sticking out her tongue to lick it up.

As cleanup after the ejaculation, she meticulously licks each of the four men’s genitals, from tip to base.

(Here’s a little secret. Just before this scene, I use old ropes to bind her. Any rope that gets even a drop of semen on it gets discarded the moment I untie it.)

As the “bondage specialist” hired for this, I’ve witnessed scenes like this hundreds of times before, right in front of me.

Why must I watch? Because even in such pleasurable moments of intimacy between men and women, if the ropes slacken, it is my duty to adjust them.

The production staff likely strive diligently to provide customers with stimulation and excitement, intense eroticism, but I find nothing sensual about it. It feels like an utter futile passage of time.

To be honest, this scene always plunges me into a feeling of utter despair.

So why do I keep getting hired for such shoots? Well, money is part of it, but when a cute young lady, sparkling and radiant, is bound by me for the very first time, that initial moment of placing the first rope still emits an indescribable, unique, subtle eroticism.

Even women who eagerly take men’s huge cocks into their mouths and devour them show a genuinely anxious, frightened, and charmingly fresh reaction only in that instant when they first touch the rope.

That fresh reaction, revealing their true feelings, vanishes within seconds.

Those few seconds remain a precious pleasure for me, and it’s that allure that draws me to the shoot whenever I’m called.

Ironically, those few seconds of the most sensual and captivating SM scene for me are never seen by the customers.

They’re ignored by the production staff, seen as useless scenes.

But upon reflection (or even without much thought), this very sensitivity of mine must also seem unreasonable and absurd to the average, normal people of the world.

That I secretly find these shootings, with all the gushing cum, licking, and everyone grinning, a bit silly is, in a way, like a pot calling the kettle black.

So, that’s my day just the other day. In the end, it turned into my usual complaining.

I feel like I’ve written about this kind of thing many times before, all over the place.

Maybe I should change my pen name to “Nureki Whiner” (laugh).

Mizuki Kageo-san is one of the people who wrote me a letter after seeing my secret video collection (which I recorded and edited together, taking only the bondage scenes from regular TV dramas) that I’ve entrusted to the Sex Industry Museum for safekeeping. She said she found it interesting.

She is one of my kindred spirits who agrees with my conviction that, in a word, “shame beauty” is the ultimate pleasure of bondage.

Exactly one year ago, Mizuki-san sent me a letter discussing “shame beauty” in bondage, accompanied by many photographs.

It gave me tremendous courage.

So, feeling reassured, I’ve gone and written this foolish complaint again, without learning my lesson.

This serves as my report to Mizuki-san that I still possess the energy and stamina to write such complaints.

Writing complaints to clear my mind is surely proof that I’m still alive.

Speaking of stamina, I received a request from someone who published a bondage photo book in America (a splendid collection that suits my taste better than similar Japanese ones. It’s also in the archive, Mizuki-san, please take a look). They expressed a desire to see Nureki Chimuo’s actual bondage work, so this might happen soon.

If this American comes, I feel I could freely perform the bondage I love right in front of him, without holding back or worrying about anyone else.

Mizuki Kageo-sama.

I look forward to meeting you again soon at the Sex Industry Museum and having another enjoyable conversation about “shame beauty.”