Bondage In Roppongi
From the Japanese tabloid Mainchi comes this quasi-interview with the proprietor of an “SM bar” in the notorious Roppongi district of Tokyo:
“Marico,” the female proprietor of D403, was originally a photographer by trade; which may explain why her bar not only serves food and beverages, but also serves as a set for recording the “art of perversion” onto celluloid.
“Actually, when I was a kid I used to get really turned on by certain type of TV scene,” Marico relates. “It involved a hero coming across a bunch of people who had been abducted by villains and tied up. And I guess that instilled an urge to tie up people myself.”
“Of course, I realized this wasn’t exactly normal,” she continues. “But I realized I only have one life to live.”
Fortunately, upon reaching adulthood, Marico was pleasantly surprised to learn there were lots of people in Japan just as infatuated with bondage — both active and passive — as her.
Marico and her assistants then proceeded to string up a long-haired lovely named Sayuri from a reinforced hook on the ceiling, and the interview was put on hold while Sayuri was artistically suspended, prodded, whipped, and otherwise humiliated.
“I am obsessed with the curvature of the female form,” Marico admits. “Like from the jaw to the chest. Or especially around the small of the back. I also love women’s strong perspective. You might even say my fetish is really about its visual power.”
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“Frankly, I can’t stand being around those hysterical sadistic types,” she asserts. “People who depend on sadistic behavior to relieve their pent-up stress are a big turnoff. I don’t harbor any malicious feelings toward my ‘M’ partners. In this day and age, I’d like to see those who engage in SM enjoy a warm and fulfilling experience. That’s why I opened up this shop — so there could be a venue for all of us to communicate.”
“I don’t want to photograph SM merely because it’s a unique world,” Marico tells Asahi Geino. “And I don’t just want to shoot scenes with shock value. My idea is to heighten the sensation through the gorgeous portrayal of fetishes.”
As the shooting wound down, model Sayuri was gently lowered from the ceiling and, still wrapped in her rope bindings, placed on a leather upholstered sofa where she could unwind, so to speak. As the tension dissipated, her visage became swathed with a voluptuous expression.
Reflecting on the just-completed shooting session, during which Sayuri’s agonized contortions were recorded for all posterity, Ms. Mori opines: “While I did feel a desire to prolong the sight of Sayuri suffering cruel mistreatment, on the other hand, seeing her hang there served to remind me of the fragile and transitory nature of human beauty.”
