I Dominus: Japan – East meets West

It was three in the morning, Tokyo time. I was wide awake, sitting in a leather chair in my hotel suite, looking out at the brilliant, Tokyo Tower. My eyes shifted to the shimmering, city lights that reflected off the Sumida River. Tokyo is a beautiful, modern city. Crowded, noisy and always bustling. But, if you looked past the Tokyo Tower, that rose bold and stark against the skyline, to the white, snowcapped peak of Mount Fuji, you were taken back in time. You could feel the county’s history if you quieted your mind.

I was in Japan on business. The IT firm that had hired me was looking to expand in the East. It only took three days to conclude that Tokyo was too expensive to venture in to. I recommended that they wait, or, that they consider a different city to build an international office in.

I had four more days to spend in Tokyo. The next day, I ventured out to look for Japanese, woodblock prints. Artists would carve images into wooden blocks and press the ink onto paper. Specifically, in the Urushi-e style. The colors had a lacquered finish look to them. It was a very popular technique in the eighteen hundreds.

I came across small boutique that caught my eye. The small, front window had ropes perfectly coiled and on display. They were available in far too many colors for my taste, and were positioned like a rainbow, over a picture of Mount Fuji. However, some of the rope was hemp; I decided to go into the boutique.

A very young and pretty girl greeted me from the back of the small shop. “Hello,” she smiled.

“Hello,” I smiled back and made my way to her.

“How may I help you?” she cheerfully asked as she walked out from behind the counter.

Her hair was very long, black and shiny. It was tied in a ponytail. She had it draped over her left shoulder and it dangled just above her hip. Her red t-shirt, with the logo of the shop, was tucked into her jeans. The belt buckle she wore caught my eye. It had the Steve Miller Band’s, The Joker album cover on it.

“Nice belt buckle,” I smiled, “I am looking for rope. Hemp. Natural, if you have it.”

She smiled and replied, “The display is not for sale. It is advertising for a class here, tonight.” She looked me over, smirked and asked “Are you familiar with Hojojitsu?”

I grinned at her and replied, “Yes.”

“You should attend tonight’s class. You will surely learn some new techniques, and take them back with you to, America,” she coyly said with a cool confidence.

I chuckled and replied, “Canada, not the, USA. I am Canadian.”

“Forgive me. What brings you to Japan?” she asked.

“Business. Unfortunately, it was not a prosperous journey for my client. But, I am glad I got to visit your lovely country.”

“It’s too expensive to live in the city. But, you are right, it is beautiful. I am Aiko. Will you be attending tonight’s show?”

“Pleasure to meet you, Aiko. I am Gil. Yes, I will attend the show. How much are the tickets?”

“One, or two tickets, Gil?”

“Just one,” I smiled.

Aiko reached into her back pocket, pulled a business card and handed it to me. “Just show this at the door. Be here before nine pm. There is no entrance fee, but, contributions are always welcome. Feel free to participate,” she smiled.

“Thank you. I look forward learning new techniques, Aiko,” I smiled back and winked at her.

She chuckled and asked, “You are not offended by partial nudity, are you, Gil?”

“I’m a bit shy, Aiko. It’ll take a lot of sake and beer to get me out of my clothes. Besides, we’ve only just met. I have my reputation to protect,” I chuckled.

Aiko laughed and replied, “I look forward to making you blush, Gil. If, you truly are, as shy as you claim to be.”

“Good luck with that, Aiko,” I chuckled and left.

~

I returned to the shop a few minutes before nine that evening. A chubby lady was sitting behind a desk, next to the set of stairs that led to the second floor. I took the card Aiko had given me and presented it to the seated lady. She looked me over and nodded towards the stairs.

I thanked her and made my way to the second floor, where a young lady was seated behind a small table. There was a jar filled with yen on the desk. I dropped four thousand yen into the jar and thanked her.

The far wall had shinai, bamboo swords, and boken, hard wood swords, neatly hung in four rows of each. I was in a Kendo dojo.

“Gil!” Aiko called to me from across the small studio space.

She looked stunning dressed in an all-white kimomo, with a red sash bound tightly around her slim waist. Her long hair was tucked inside the kimono, over her left shoulder.

There were at least twenty people in the studio. All were Aiko’s ages and all dressed similarly. The young men in the crowd were dressed in black hakamas, the traditional uniform worn in Kendo, with three quarter length sleeved, karate tops. Friends from her university I had guessed. They were gathered around an older man; he was dressed in a red gi, (a karate uniform) and had a well-worn black belt around his thick waist.

“Hello, Aiko,” I smiled at her as I took off my shoes and socks. “I hope wearing a suit and tie is not over dressed for the class.”

“Thank you for attending, and for the contribution. You look very handsome, you are not overdressed. I want to introduce you to our sensei. I told him you might be attending and he wanted to meet you,” she smiled radiantly as she took my hand and led me to the sensei.

Aiko approached the sensei, bowed and introduced me to him, “Sensei Tanaka, this is Gil-san.”

“Welcome to my Kendo dojo, Gil. It is a pleasure to meet you. I hope you enjoy the class,” Tanaka welcomed me and bowed.

I bowed from the waist and replied, “I look forward to the experience. Thank you for opening your dojo to me.”

“Aiko,” Tanaka bowed as he addressed her, “Start the class, please.”

“OOS! Sensei!” Aiko bowed and replied.

She walked to the far wall, stood with her back to it and shouted in Japanese. The students lined up and bowed to her. Aiko bowed back and shouted in Japanese again, then kneeled. The students paired off, one of the pair standing, and the other on their knees.

Aiko shouted out, “Teppou shibari!”

The standing students reached into their tops and took out two coiled ropes and began the tie.

“The rifle tie,” I said to Tanaka.

“Yes,” Tanaka replied. “They must complete the tie in less than eight minutes. These are intermediate students. Aiko can do it in just over three minutes.”

“Talented young lady,” I replied.

Tanaka smiled. “She is a gifted student at the university. She is a Nidan in Kendo. She approached me to provide classes for her and her friends. To assist with one of their assignments, to learn an art from our culture’s past. I am sure the art of tying up a prisoner was last on their agenda. Young people in Japan only think any part of our past is cool, if it is popular in the west. I only agreed to assist them to ensure they learned the skill of safety, when playing with rope. I may be old, but I know of to surf YouTube, for bondage videos,” he chuckled.

I chuckled and replied, “I remember the teenage years of my two children. You are a braver man than me, Tanaka. You have twenty young people to keep an eye on. And a third degree black belt, in Aiko.”

Tanaka laughed, “Braver maybe. But you are the wiser man.”

Aiko shouted out and stood up. The students had completed the tie.

“Excuse me, Gil. I must grade the ties,” Tanaka said and walked to the students.

He quickly inspected the students work and bowed to Aiko. She bowed back and shouted out. The students began to free their counterparts from the rope.

“Free time, Sensei? Aiko asked Tanaka as she bowed to him.

He bowed back and nodded.

Aiko’s face lit up as she shouted to the students, “Free time!”

Tanaka turned to me and said, “You are fortunate today, Gil. You have witnessed art from our past, now you will witness where this generation has taken this art. I must leave, please excuse me. It was a pleasure meeting you, Gil-san.” Tanaka extended his hand to me.

I shook his hand and replied, “Thank you, Tanaka. It was a pleasure meeting a master of Kendo.”

Tanaka left the dojo. A student inserted her phone into portable speaker’s dock, and blasted techno music throughout the dojo.

All the girls in the class danced their way to the mirrored wall, undid the sashes around their waists and let their kimonos drop to the floor behind them. My cock twitched and began to swell. They were all dressed the same. Pink sports bras, with Japanese characters on them. I recognized the characters ‘Kinbaku Kitten’, and gray yoga shorts. Tight, sheer, yoga shorts.

The young men in the room laughed nervously and shoved each other. The young ladies stared at the boys and some whispered in each other’s ears as the giggled.

Aiko confidently walked over to me and asked, “Did you learn anything new, Gil?”

I grinned and let my eyes roam over the lovely Aiko’s body. Young, tight, defined, with subtle curves. Her breasts were perky, medium sized, 36C. The sports bra pressed her soft mounds into her chest and made the top of her breasts swell, much to the pleasure of my swelling cock.

“I learned much today, Aiko. Thank you for inviting me,” I replied with a hint of a growl in my voice.

“You are most welcome, Gil-san,” she bowed, giving me a lovely view of the top of her breasts. “Would you teach us something new? We are fascinated with Western culture.”

I smiled and looked at the other students, eagerly waiting for my reply. “I would be happy to, Aiko. May I use you?” I grinned as I asked the question.

Aiko blushed and replied, “Yes, I would like that very much.” She clapped her hands and the students formed a circle around us in the middle of the dojo.

“We all speak and understand English, you may describe what you do to me in English, Gil-san,” she coyly said as she bowed.

I removed my jacket and handed it to one of the young ladies to hold. “I am Shinju,” she smiled as she happily took my jacket.

“Pearl, your name means pearl,” I winked at her. Shinju is a euphemism for breasts. Her breasts were very large.

“How do you want me?” Aiko smirked.

“You’re going to get yourself into a lot of trouble with me, Aiko. If you keep talking like that,” I smiled at her.

She giggled and bit her lower lip, “Sorry, Gil-san. I’ll be a good girl from now on.”

“Shall we start, Aiko?”

“Yes please.”

I turned her around by the shoulders and removed her hair tie. I parted her long hair in the middle and asked two of the girls to weave Aiko’s hair into two braids.

“Reverse prayer,” I smiled at the students, “with no rope.”

The reverse prayer tie is punishing. The hands are bound in the prayer position, palm and fingers flat against each other, with arms behind the back, and the hands in between the shoulder blades.

When the two girls had finished braiding Aiko’s hair, I got to work. I crossed each braid around her throat and draped them down her back. A little choking never hurt anyone, I grinned to myself. I pulled her arms behind her back and folded her arms, pulling her hands in between her shoulder blades. I pulled each braid under her wrists and wrapped the hair around them. I grabbed her chin and tilted her head back as far as it could bend, to work the slack out of the braids. Aiko gasped at the sudden jerk of her head.

I wound her braids around her hands and wrists, leaving enough length to tie a square knot, and closed the tie with it. Aiko was breathing heavy and grimacing. The pressure in her shoulders and elbows, mixed with the asphyxiating effect of her throat being squeezed by her own hair, made the tie uncomfortable, and arousing.

I placed my hand on her shoulder and gently pushed down on it. I wanted to test her willingness, and how far I could push her in front of her friends. The other students were observing quietly. Aiko immediately and willingly kneeled at my feet.

My cock was semi erect and twitching in my pants. I wanted to pull it out and fuck Aiko’s beautiful face with it. Make her gag and gasp for air, and make her beg me to blow my load down her throat.

I placed my foot on her shoulder and pushed her on to her side. Aiko gasped and yelped as her strained shoulder hit the floor.

I offered the other students to come closer and study the tie, which they all eagerly accepted.

“Are you okay, Aiko?” I asked her.

She nodded at me.

“Stand up,” I ordered.

She got to her feet easily. A testament of how fit she was. Every muscle in her body rippled under her soft skin, as she gracefully powered herself to her feet.

I unbound her, stretched her arms over her head, and massaged her shoulders and neck. To get the blood flow back into her arms and hands.

She faced me, bowed and said, “Thank you, Sensei.”

I bowed back at her and replied, “I am not a sensei, Aiko. You may address me as, Sir, if you wish to show respect.”

She grinned, bowed again and said, “Thank you, Sir.”

“You are welcome. Thank you for volunteering.”

Shinju stood up, bowed, handed me her coiled ropes and asked, “May I be next, Sir? Tie of your choice.”

I looked at her, winked and replied, “Only if you tell me your real name,” I had heard her friends call her Yuki earlier.

She giggled, “Yuki.”

“You are a kinbaku kitten, Yuki?” I sternly asked her.

She blushed and nodded, as the other students giggled nervously.

I took the two ropes she had offered me and grinned, “Since you are so proud of your pearls, I know the tie I will demonstrate,” I smiled at her.

The boys in the class all pushed each other and laughed nervously. They were looking forward to getting a closer look at Yuki’s large breasts bound. I wouldn’t disappoint them.

I turned Yuki around, wrapped the rope around the top of her breasts and pulled it through the bight.

“Hands over your head. Exhale, empty your lungs, Yuki. I tie tight,” I half growled at her.

She nodded and exhaled. I tightened the rope; it bit into her flesh, deep. I wrapped the rope around and under her breasts and pulled it tight. I pulled the rope through the bight and tied it off. I brought the rope around to her chest, and pulled between her breasts and the rope that bit into her breasts. I twisted, and cinched it, till both breasts were squeezed tight and swelled out from her chest. I closed the tie and left the ends of the rope dangling across her belly.

Each breath Yuki took pushed her stomach outwards. The rope wouldn’t allow her chest to expand much.

I turned to look at Aiko and grinned at her. She wasn’t happy that I had chosen another girl. She tried to convince herself that she wasn’t jealous, but the red flush in her cheeks gave her away.

I smiled at her and asked, “May I use your rope, Aiko?”

She hesitated, huffed, picked up her rope and handed it to me. I bowed and said thank you. Aiko crossed her arms, and nodded as she stepped back. I wasn’t upset with her; in fact, I was flattered that she was jealous.

I pulled Yuki’s head back by the hair and placed the rope in her mouth. She bit down on it to hold it in place. I pulled the ends through the bight and pulled tight; the rope stretched her mouth back and pulled it open. I closed the tie close to her scalp and crossed her arms behind her back. Bound her wrists tight and pulled them up to the middle of her back. Yuki squirmed, and was working had to breathe. Spit flew out from around the rope that was biting into the sides of her mouth. I pulled the rope underneath the chest harness and closed the tie.

I stepped back and stood next to Aiko. She huffed again and took a small side step away from me.

“Inspect the tie,” I said to the students.

They all stood up and took turns glaring at Yuki’s large, bound, swelling breasts. Yuki moaned at the thought of being helpless and on display for her fellow students. She could feel their eyes burning into her breasts. She felt wetness seep from her pussy when someone brushed up against her. A small dark stain spread on her gray shorts.

“May I use a shinai, Aiko?”

Her eyes squinted a bit, she huffed again and nodded.

I took a shinai off the wall and walked over to Yuki. “Kinbaku kitten, may I hurt you?” I grinned down at her.

Her eyes widened and she nodded.

“Thank you, Yuki,” I growled at her, as I stared at Aiko.

There was fire smoldering in Aiko’s eyes, white hot and desperate. A shiver shot through her body as she met my icy stare. She knew I was performing for her, and her alone. An unspoken statement, telling her I wanted to do much more to her. Be much more vicious on her body. And that I knew that is what she craved. Her eyes did not stray from mine. The intense glare in her eyes screamed at me to claim her. I grinned, letting her know that she would have to come to me, kneel before and beg me to use her.

I kicked Yuki’s legs out, till they were shoulder width apart. She was very submissive, a follower. If I had have told her to spread her legs, it wouldn’t have had the same effect on her. Aiko, on the other hand, is very strong willed and independent. Her, I would order to spread her legs apart. The psychological effect would be much more powerful and stimulating, if she had to obey. Aiko is submissive also, but, a leader, unlike Yuki. I knew she’d make me work hard to make her submit to me, even if her actions screamed that she wanted to.

I walked over to Yuki, and stood facing her right side. I tapped the back of her right knee with the shinai. Yuki bent her knees and lowered herself, exposing the top of her thighs to me. I placed middle of the shinai on her thigh and stepped back till my arms were almost fully extended. I bent my knees, lifted the shinai shoulder high and brought it down on Yuki’s thigh.

She let out a long moan as she straightened her legs and hopped on her left leg. He bound breasts bounced on her chest, much to the pleasure of the students.

“I did not tell you move, Yuki,” I calmly said to her and placed the end of the shinai on her shoulder and pushed her down.

Yuki bent her knees and stood still.

I lifted the shinai and brought it down across her thigh, twice in quick succession. Yuki shut her eyes tight and a moan gurgled in her throat.

I had not cracked my wrists when I struck her thigh. The sudden snapping of the wrists, just before contact, increases the force of the blow considerably. It would bruise the flesh. I was also tempted to strike the tops of her large breasts, but decided not to.

I placed the shinai back on the wall and untied Yuki. I hugged her and asked if she was okay. She nodded.

“I must leave now,” I announced to the class.

Much to their disappointment, they all stood up and bowed to me. I bowed back and winked at Yuki. I put on my socks and shoes and headed down the stairs.

“Wait!” Aiko called to me from the top of the stairs.

She came down the stairs and handed me a cloth sack. “We want you to have this, a thank you for visiting us. It is hemp, natural, just as you asked for.”

“Thank you, Aiko. Please thank your friends for me,” I smiled as I took the cloth sack from her.

She turned and made her way up the stairs. I called to her, “Aiko.” The growl in my voice was hard and cold. A command for her to kneel at my feet.

She stopped climbing for an instant, acknowledging that she understood, and continued up the stairs.

I decided to have a drink before I went to my room at the hotel bar. I took a seat at the bar and ordered a scotch, neat. I leisurely sipped my scotch and headed to my room. I looked in the cloth sack after I had showered. There was a folded piece of paper on top of the two neatly coiled ropes. I grinned as I read what was written on it.

You may strike me without holding back, Gil-san. If you wish, meet me at the dojo, after midnight. We’ll be alone. Aiko.

My cock instantly grew to full erection. I would meet Aiko at the dojo and take what I wanted from her, in less than an hour’s time.

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