Nureki Chimuo Archive

I received a letter in an envelope from Fuyuki Sawato.

As always, it was a handwritten letter with a heartfelt message, written in elegant, meticulous regular script.

From the very first line, I could sense her emotions and determination, and I couldn’t help but sit up straight and spread the letter out neatly on my desk to read it.

I must admit that I am, in fact, half-desparing at the state of the world today, where sincere desires, those that groan from the depths of the human heart, such as SM and bondage, have been reduced to something akin to a frivolous game, almost trivialized.

However, whenever I come across the earnest words in Fuyuki-san’s letter, I feel that there is still no need to despair.

Fuyuki-san’s letter serves as a valuable historical record of the true feelings of women (known as M-type) who are living their lives earnestly in the present.

Therefore, with her permission, I am sharing her letter to me here.

Excluding personal details, I have transcribed only the soulful, heartfelt portion of one woman’s message. As always, whenever I write a letter to you, Sensei, a unique feeling washes over me. It’s as if time flows more slowly in that moment, as if I’m enveloped in a warm, gentle air, and as if an otherworldly atmosphere fills the air around me, it makes me feel truly pampered. (Omitted) I was so, so happy that you reached out to me this time.

Around the time of the filming of “Hostage” last year, no, even before that, I had begun to think back often to the day I first met you. As I have said countless times before, I wanted to meet you even if just for a moment, to exchange even a simple greeting, and if I were to be so bold as to ask for a luxury, to touch your hand… There was absolutely no ulterior motive behind those feelings. It never even crossed my mind that I might become a model. It wasn’t a matter of liking or disliking the idea. It simply never occurred to me. After various events, and ever since I began interacting with you as a model, my distaste for those who handle rope casually has only deepened. Now, I am no longer able to enjoy rope with anyone other than you. So, the fact that you reached out to me like this truly makes me very happy. When I received the email from Yamanouchi-san this time, I was so overjoyed that tears welled up in the corners of my eyes. Once again, thank you very much for reaching out to me. I’m also very much looking forward to visiting the Yamanouchi residence, which will serve as the location for the shoot. There’s a limit to how much I can expand my imagination in a standard rental studio, but I wonder why that is. It seems that the imagination of a place where one can feel human warmth and where nature exists is truly boundless. Come to think of it, since a studio is not a product of nature itself, perhaps it’s only natural that it cannot produce natural-looking work. Everything in it, the objects, the smells, the light, even the tiniest sounds, and the very air itself. Especially when someone like me touches the rope, what I perceive through my sixth sense, not just my five, is incredibly profound. I imagine the Yamanouchi residence must be a truly wonderful place.

Having long resonated with and been captivated by your values and sensibilities, I believe in its magnificence unconditionally. I’m really looking forward to it. I’m really, really, really looking forward to it! (laughs)

I look forward to seeing you on the day.

This letter is a lovely one that candidly expresses Fuyuki-san’s expectations for the piece our Tomoshibi group will be creating this time.

It really motivates us. This is where we differ greatly from professional models who work solely for the pay.

It was the first time a model had shared their thoughts on the shooting location so thoughtfully and candidly.

Even for someone like me, who’s been in this business for so long that moss has practically grown on my back, this is a first.

When shooting in a conventional studio, there are limits to how much a model can expand their imagination.

The objects, the smells, the light, the sounds, even the air, in a studio are all just studio elements.

It feels somewhat unnatural. You can’t sense human warmth.

“Especially when someone like me touches the rope, what I perceive through my sixth sense, not just my five, is incredibly profound.…” Fuyuki-san wrote this, and I thought, “That makes sense.”

The five senses, needless to say, refer to sight, hearing, smell, taste, and touch.

The organs that enable these are the eyes, ears, nose, tongue, and skin. However, for someone like Fuyuki-san, who can associate special emotions, dreams, and sensuality with rope, she possesses a keen sense that goes beyond these five organs and five senses.

The next time you are bound by me at the Yamanouchi residence, I believe your sixth sense will be further sharpened and awakened, allowing you to feel

deeply and intensely, and to display a dazzling radiance emanating from your entire body.

When you actually come into contact with the shape, color, and scent of those pillars at the Yamanouchi residence, and the atmosphere surrounding them, your body and mind will be enveloped not just by your sixth sense. No, by a sensation beyond the sixth sense, a sensuality that might be called a seventh sense, and by a profound allure.

Silent pillars standing there, imbued with a longing for the beauty of masochism.

Come to think of it, the pleasure of bondage, that elusive thing that cannot be conveyed to a third party, lurks in the deepest, shadowy recesses of that sixth sense, or rather, that seventh sense. No matter how much you try to explain it to someone who lacks this sensation, they will never understand.

(Even without possessing that sixth or seventh sense, if one manipulates the ropes in a plausible manner, one can mimic the surface appearance. So, it seems there are quite a few people nowadays who merely imitate the form and call themselves “enthusiasts,” but they have nothing to do with me.)

Your aversion toward those who casually dabble in rope is only growing deeper. I can relate.

Those who cherish rope are my true comrades.

I also found your thoughts on the studio very interesting. Please write again.