Nureki Chimuo Archive

Feeling quite content, I ramble on about memories from my youth, or rather, my boyhood days, when suddenly, right before my eyes, another exciting new event appears in various forms.

Among these events are some I must record now, forcing me to interrupt the nostalgic stories I’m happily immersed in.

As those reading both this “Talking Theater” and the “Secret Bondage Stories” I’m writing in parallel will understand, the “Secret Bondage Stories” me is also incredibly busy right now with the reopening of the Kinbiken.

Recounting memories is, in a way, what you might call a “retired gentleman’s” job.

For someone like me, too poor to have free time, achieving the rather splendid status of a “retired gentleman” is quite difficult.

That said, I can’t help but worry about how it will turn out when compiled into a book, since the serialized story jumps around so much every single time.

I’m actually writing this “Talking Theater” with the intention of crafting a full-length novel.

And that concludes this “preface.”

In other words, this is my excuse for setting aside the me of the Fukujiro era from over sixty years ago and returning to the present story.

A call from my manager, R-san.

“We’ve received an email from someone named K-san. It requires a response from you. Please write it quickly. Responses to such important readers must be handled as promptly and reliably as possible.”

She said this in a rather stern tone. Scary.

If I receive emails that don’t really matter whether I reply or not, or emails I can’t possibly reply to, R-san never says a word to me.

But when it’s an email requiring a reply, R-san sternly orders me, “Write it.”

“Yes, understood. I’ll write it right away,” I reply.

And then I immediately get to work.

I interrupt the first article for the Kinbiken restart, which I’ve been writing consecutively in the “Secret Bondage Stories” section, and now shift to the current story of this “Talking Theater.”

To summarize the email from K-san, it goes like this.

I’m K, of the couple who had Sureki Sensei tie us up for a photo shoot recently published in a certain magazine.

I was amazed by the beauty of your ropes.

That she could show such a beautiful expression… it was truly beautiful, and it’s still burned into my mind, refusing to fade.

She herself, looking at the images, was surprised by the beauty of the bondage and her own expression.

Thank you so much for allowing us this truly precious experience.

I apologize for leaving without properly expressing my gratitude. Please accept my thanks here. Thank you.

I am also deeply grateful for the invitation to the Kinbiken regular meeting scheduled for next month.

Unfortunately, I cannot attend next month due to scheduling conflicts, but if meetings are held the following month or the month after, we would very much like to attend together.

As someone who has experienced your ropes on her body and been captivated by both your ropes on my body, and the beauty of bondage that reveals the heart’s shame, I would be truly honored to receive an invitation.

Also, I would like to request your permission to post on my website about the atmosphere during the recent photo session, and about you.

I wish you continued success in your future endeavors.

The URL below is for the site I operate.

http://~[Remaining text omitted]~

“The URL below…” This means absolutely nothing to me, as I don’t own a computer.

I also don’t understand what a “site” is.

Numbers and letters are lined up side by side like a code, but of course, I don’t understand that either.

With codes like this, I have no choice but to ask R-san to “decipher” it for me.

What follows is my reply to K-san. As usual, I wrote each character by hand with a pen on manuscript paper, and R-san transcribed it character by character onto the computer to send to the other party. R-san, thank you for your constant efforts. I truly appreciate it.

K-san, and L-san, who came as a couple with K-san.

Thank you for your hard work during the recent shoot.

It was a fun day of shooting.

The photography staff at that publisher, starting with Photographer A, are always polite, kind, and considerate to the models. I always enjoy working with them and have a great time every time.

You were able to respond to a casting call from a good publisher.

Just between us, there are some terrible publishers out there.

When they discover a model has masochistic tendencies, they deliberately use harsh language and treat them roughly, saying things like, “You’re a masochist, so you must like this kind of treatment,” completely missing the mark.

Then they push the model to the point of exhaustion.

Just as the model becomes utterly exhausted, so does my heart.

Why do I go to such mentally draining shoots? I’ve written about the reasons several times before. But I’ll write it again.

Because, just before the shoot starts, while I’m tying them up, and for those few seconds immediately after I finish binding them, they show me a truly wonderful masochistic reaction.

It is precisely the beauty of bondage filled with the shame I crave, the very embodiment of masochistic sensual beauty that intoxicates my heart.

I believe K-san, who recently experienced a shoot for the first time, understands this feeling of mine very well.

(I think it’s actually hard to understand without experiencing that kind of scene. That is, the beauty of bondage shines most brightly in the process of the woman being tied up and in the moments immediately after she’s bound.)

It’s the photographer and the rest of the filming crew who instantly destroy those wonderful few seconds of bondage and shame beauty, gradually turning it into a torture endurance contest.

Just to be clear, the shoots conducted by that publisher’s staff that K-san and L-san experienced were never like that.

That staff always pursues sensual beauty over cruelty.

When I exclaim, “How lovely! How beautiful!” they too feel “Yes, it’s lovely! It’s beautiful!” and shoot with great enthusiasm. Both K-san and L-san were actually present on set and witnessed this firsthand.

Even if the shoot later devolves into an unbearable torture endurance contest, the vivid erotic masochistic beauty I first bound and felt with my own skin will never fade from my mind.

The time I enjoy is very brief, but precisely because of that, it holds an intense, sweet flavor. To savor that pleasure, even knowing it’s a torture endurance contest shoot, I head out as the “bondage specialist,” carrying the ropes on my back.

Is this also what you’d call the karma of being a rope enthusiast?

This feeling of mine, those who don’t understand will never grasp it, but I believe K-san and L-san, who recently joined me for a shoot, will understand.

Oh dear, I’ve gone off on a tangent again without even realizing it.

I must write my reply to K-san.

First, we plan to hold regular meetings of the Kinbiken once a month.

K-san mentioned she won’t be able to make it to this month’s meeting. In that case, I recommend you sign up for the next meeting now.

We will not be sending out invitations.

We’ve already received sign-ups for the next meeting from several people.

Once we reach capacity, we’ll start rolling people over to the following month. Signing up early is the surest way to secure your spot.

My role is simply to tie up the model while providing commentary (yes, I’m the bondage specialist here too), so I have no knowledge of the administrative details whatsoever.

Please do come to the meeting, together with that lovely L-san.

I’m already looking forward to the prospect of tying up the fresh and vibrant L-san again at the meeting.

The beauty in L-san’s eyes when she was intoxicated by my ropes had a special flavor, something you don’t find in professional models.

Reply, part two.

Please feel free to write about your experiences with the publisher's photo shoot the other day.

Feel free to write about me as well. Having been written about in various ways over the past sixty years, I’m perfectly fine with whatever you write. Being written about is one of the important jobs. If nothing is written anymore, it’s the end.

But please, if possible, write about me in a complimentary way (laughing).

No matter how old you get, people always enjoy being praised.

K-san, L-san, let’s meet again at the Kinbiken venue. Stay well.