“How I attended a Japanese BDSM class.” First person narrative
This story is written in the first person, but taken from verified sources. So let”s get started! Hello, my name is. No, of course I won”t tell you my name. Because today I want to share with you my first experience with the Japanese art of Kimbach. Yes, BDSM was practiced in the Land of the Rising Sun. Moreover, some historians consider it the birthplace of sadomasochistic practitioners.
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The Japanese view all activities as art. Perhaps they observe special ceremonies and leave when necessary? It”s hard to say. However, the erotic union was no exception in this regard. Kinbaka is performed by the Japanese with the same care and precision as calligraphy.
Where it all started
Therefore, I decided to test myself in this art. I always dreamed of becoming a brutal man for myself. A sort of violator of the leather jacket rule, annoying parents and bosses, from whom all the girls close to him follow. The devil”s subordinate, the omnipotent master, is free to do whatever he pleases. How wrong I was! Of course, finding a partner to solve this complex problem was not an easy task. Who wants to go to a training event in Kienbach? And how can I ask a girl about this? “Hey girlfriend, would you like to go for an erotic bondage session?” Finally, I managed to find something I wanted on the Internet. Let”s say her name is Diana. Hello Diana! Surely you are reading these lines now. Do you remember how good we were back then?
First impressions
So we move on to the school day. Diana and I met in a modest building on one of the most ordinary streets of his city. The excitement was getting stronger. Where are we going? In a dungeon filled with ninjas in black leather suits waiting to cut off and sell my kidneys? Are my precious buds healthy enough to require good young women for them? Call your mother, your mother, your mother! I urgently need an adult to protect me. These were the thoughts in my fevered head when I went to the Kinbaku event. So we enter the studio room. A tall man with a beard named Douglas is already waiting for us there. And yes, this is not the dark hole I was so worried about. Instead, we find ourselves in a brightly lit room that looks like a gym. Strong ropes hang from bamboo branches secured here and there. The white walls are decorated with paintings of beautiful women. But this whole situation hardly calmed me down.
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At the end of the day, that”s the most important thing that needs to happen — bonding.
Preliminary lecture
When the rest of the group appeared, Douglas began a long speech about how he had loved Kimbach for many years and how he received his original Japanese certificate in this area. Well, very commendable, Douglas. But when will you get down to business? I wipe my sweaty palms — good, no one notices my excitement. Douglas then tells a brief history of Kienbach, who was born as a result of the punishment of criminals. Since the Edo period, restraint devices have been used for torture to extract a confession from a prisoner. Cruel tradition! Each node was intended to commit different crimes. Thus, anyone who saw the prisoner could immediately determine what the criminal had done. Gradually, kinbaka penetrated into Europe and then entered the world of BDSM.
When it”s time to start
The history lesson is over, now it”s time to feel like a Japanese summer. Before tying a knot, you need to ask your partner if he is okay with it. Consent is a must. I turn to Diana and embarrassedly ask her: “Well. Is it possible to knit?” Now my heart seems to jump out of my chest with excitement. She laughs and says yes. Well, I became them — trendy guys who practice BDSM. And I”m trying to tie the first knot. I feel like a fisherman in a net. Turned out to be third. The next knot was much more difficult. He wrapped the chest and turned on the hand binding. Perfect. Couldn”t you do it with your wrists? So I carefully wrapped the rope around Diana. Douglas comes up to me and remarks in a mentoring tone that Diana might like it better if he tied it more elegantly. In my mind I ask myself how he knows what Diana likes — perhaps she has already been here?
I keep getting the knot mixed up. “Thicker,” says my interlocutor. As I tighten the knot, I see goosebumps appear on my skin. Diana obviously starts this process, but it”s enough to smoke a cigarette and take a cold shower.
Expectations and reality
Even though I don”t know Diana, I develop a deep sense of trust. Why shouldn”t I be after such an experience? And this is the main thing that surprised me in Kienbach. The problem is not pain or humiliation. It”s about absolute trust and care. We”re talking about more than just words, about how to slowly and carefully stretch the rope that binds your partner. Or give a fleeting moment of bliss by simply tightening the knot. Yes, after Kinbaka”s lesson I no longer wanted to be a cruel person. I learned more about this Japanese art than you can imagine and changed the way I think about BDSM forever.
The art of kinbaka/shibari: erotic bondage or Japanese bondage
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