Kazumi-chan
Kazumis Act of Contrition
Kazumi (meaning 'beautiful harmony' in the Japanese language) and I met shortly after my ship was homeported in Yokosuka, Japan. I was interested in exploring Nichiren Shoshu Buddhism so I went to a Nichiren meeting in nearby Kamakura.
I can speak Japanese pretty well and her English was about the same. We could converse on almost any topic, but Physics was out of the question. I told her of my interests in bondage photography and she was quite inquisitive about it. We experimented with positions, techniques, and materials at her house and we enjoyed each other's company whenever we were together. We soon fell into a BDSM Master/slave relationship. She would call me Ro-bee-n-san or Master and she was my dorei-chan (submissive). She would cook and take care of 'our house', which included regular massages and hours of 'touchy-feely'. She enjoyed being bound almost as much as I enjoyed tying her up.
We dated for several weeks and we became quite comfortable with each other and we agreed that I would move in with her. Even though my Navy pay was quite minimal, we lived a very good life together. I helped with the rent and bought groceries at the base Commissary. Whenever my ship pulled into port, I would change into civilian clothes and take a taxi or rickshaw to her house. We would spend evenings together like an old married couple. Sometimes we would have dinner and visit the local O'furo, a public bathhouse which cost but ¥17 apiece. At the time the local money exchange rate was fixed at ¥360 per US dollar, so ¥17 was worth about a nickel. We would soak and talk about just about everything you can imagine. We would often review our lessons and she would interpret the meanings of words and phrases that I couldn't translate into English.
On weekends, we often traveled to the entertainment sections in Tokyo to visit Japanese shows, modern and historical. We took a train to Nagano and watched Snow Monkeys swim and bathe amongst the hot springs. We visited many of the sights and sounds of Japan as seen through the eyes of a Japanese citizen.
Kazumi and I had been lovers for several months when my ship got underway. We deployed to Hong Kong and Singapore for a month. There was a long loving goodbye with a promise to return.
When my ship returned to Yokosuka, I did my usual change into civilian clothes and make my way to Kazumis house. When I arrived, I saw a pair of men's shoes outside her door. I knocked and she came to the door, sliding it open to see who it was. Seeing my face, she broke into tears and said "Choto-mate, kudasai, Shūjuku." (Just a moment, please, Master) She grabbed the man's shoes from the front stoop and retreated back into the house (Uchi).
After a few moments, I could hear someone exiting the house by way of the back door. About ten minutes later, Kazumi returned wearing a formal kimono. She opened the door and inviting me in. She placed her index finger to her lips indicating I should be silent. She bowed and, taking my shoes from me, kissed my feet.
I started to speak and again indicated I should be silent. On the wall above a small altar, there was an Odashi sword that had belonged to her father. An Odashi is about three feet long - larger than the two-foot-long katana. She removed the sword and went to the bedroom and I began to worry about her safety. She asked me to sit on the floor just to the right of the door. She loosened the obi (fabric belt) around her waist and pulled her kimono down off her shoulders so she was nude to the waist.
She unsheathed the Odashi, and passing it from the bedroom, she placed it across the door frame. She instructed me to remain seated, to remain silent, and to take the handle of the sword.
She whispered "Osoreirimasu, O'Shūjuku" (I am sorry, Master) Without speaking, she turned the blade so it was horizontal and spanning the doorway, the blade edge facing her. While in this seated position, she scooted forward so she could kiss the blade. She moved her mouth back and forth against the blade. She used her tongue as if she were performing an elaborate ceremony of fellatio and a drop of blood appeared on her tongue. After a few moments, she rose slightly from her Seiza position so that her breasts now touched the blade. She moved her breasts up and down, and then sideways across the blade. A few droplets of blood appeared across her breasts caused by minuscule cuts from the Odashi.
Again, I started to speak and again she motioned me into silence.
This ceremony lasted two or three minutes in real time but several weeks in my mind.
When she had finished, she took the blade from my hands and set it on the floor between us. She picked up a dampened white, silk scarf and wiped the blood from her tongue and her breasts. She folded the scarf several times as if it were a holy cloth. Again, I started to speak. Again, she motioned me to be silent.
She returned to a Seiza (seated) position facing me. Kazumi bowed her head and extended her hands, palms up. She handed the folded cloth with three thin stripes of blood showing.
"Master, I hope this will atone for my actions while you were away. I promise, really promise, to never do it again. If you forgive me, please kiss my wounds."
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