Mariko's Training & Development

[manshimajin]

Hi and thank you very much for your messages.

I’ll try and focus most of all on the last message from Latina but I very much appreciate all your comments and kind support.

Latina, you asked about the relationship that Mariko and I have. In a way it has been a mix of husband and wife, partners and D/S. Sometimes who has been D and who S has not always been that clear. To start with in our relationship I was the D but over time things evolved into a more complex relationship.

As our relationship developed the main thing was to try and make it erotic not just physical. We found that a lot of our pleasure came from what was going on in our minds not just to our bodies. I think the best way of explaining this to you is to explain a situation I still remember as one of the more erotic ones.

In the 90s we were living in central Tokyo and had built up a good number of gaijin friends. One weekend Mariko and I were going to a ryokan in the mountains. Some of you may know this type of inn – very Japanese-style rooms, great food and hot springs to relax in and tons of Japanese tradition. What Mariko did not know was that I had arranged for some of our friends to also come along.

When we got there Mariko and I went down to the hot springs to relax after the journey. This was one of the ryokan with separate male and female bathing so I was able to get back quickly to our room and make some preparations. An important feature of the inn was that the rooms had the ability to be divided into two sections with what is called shoji in Japanese – these are room dividers made with lightweight wooden frames filled in with thin translucent Japanese washi paper inserts. They are purely dividers not for soundproofing etc…

By the time Mariko got back I had laid a futon down in the far end of the room and persuaded her to take off her yukata. Telling her I fancied a bondage session with her I laid her down on her back on the futon, tied her arms at the wrists stretched out behind her head and her legs up towards her chest and spreadeagled to give deep and optional penetration.

It was dark by now and I switched on two strongish lamps on the far side of Mariko so they shone towards the screen. I closed off the screens to hide her behind. The delightful and really erotic thing was that her body was silhouetted on the screen in a dark outline of its shape. Our five friends then came to the room as aroused as me by the sight on the screen. We were in no hurry as Mariko was held firmly in place. I went back and turned of the lamps so that our meal could be delivered to the room without exposing Mariko’s predicament.

We sat around drinking and eating. At this time Mariko was probably going through a range of intense and mixed feelings anticipating what her role would require and wondering how many of us there were. We did the normal of drawing lots to have an order to the night’s activities. When the meal was removed I slipped back and switched the lamps on again. Mariko had a glazed expression on her face. Then came for me the most incredibly erotic experience.

As we chatted one of the guys got up and went across the room, opened the screen, stepped inside and closed it behind him. We could see his shadow on the screen standing over the prone silhouette of Mariko. Watching the shadow play was far more erotic than an open display. Off came his yukata, dropping onto the floor. His shadow shape knelt between Mariko’s legs. Even if her gasps had not indicated what was happening the shadow movements clearly indicated that he was enjoying her orally. The inevitable then followed. His shadow rose up to form the shape of a male body and moved forward and down onto its knees, partially obscured by the dark outline of Mariko’s raised legs.

Perhaps there should be a study on the noises a woman makes when her body is entered. There are the quiet ones, the noisy ones and the ones like Mariko who make sort of animal cry.

As the friend’s shadow merged with hers the rest of us heard that animal cry escape her lips into the room confirming to us that just on the other side of the screen Mariko and the friend were now coupling. For me this was that mixed feeling that is so exciting. Domination on the one hand, arranging for Mariko to have sex this way - and on the other that sensation of watching my wife being taken by someone else incapable of resisting his thrusting erection. The movements in shadow on the screen added to this ambivalent sense and to the awe and envy of the scene.

The guy worked away and we could hear the mixed cries coming from the other side of the room. When he started to come it was like being alongside watching but having to imagine what it must actually look like just over there. The grunting and groans told us that his climax was a great one. For me the sound indicated that as I listened my partner was being impregnated deep inside by another man as she lay helpless on the futon. It fed very much into my forced to watch sex fantasies. When he emerged he looked pretty satisfied.

There was no hurry from the rest of us to get to Mariko – we drew out the experience for her. Over and again the shadows playing on the shoji screen provided a two dimensional vision of the sexual actions being played out on the other side as Mariko was made to accomodate each of our lusts. Whilst the shadows did not show it, once or twice the more drawn out entry cries indicated that one of the guys was using her outstretched position to probe her anally rather than vaginally. When it came to my turn I have to confess that I had the most fabulous sex with her.

Some of the guys went back for ‘second-helpings’ before we untied her. She was exhausted and just clung onto us. We got the other futons out of the wall cupboards and spread them on the floor. For the rest of the evening we lay around kissing and fondling Mariko and then fell asleep. Occasionally I woke up to find someone having another session with Mariko and a few time to see her being DP’d.

For the next couple of weeks I had a very submissive wife and she had a very hungry husband as I worked through all those amazing mixed emotions that the session had created.

I hope that this kind of explains an aspect of our non-standard D/S type of relationship for you. I’ll try and add a few more photos - hope that these two are good to look at - I always like views of Mariko's rear - I thonk she is very special from behind (and from in front) but as always I am a bit biased - just a little.