In a dimly lit room, on top of the bed.
I stood there in a flared skirt, its hem fluttering softly, intoxicated by the moment.
When I looked straight down, a masochist lay beneath me, wrapped excessively in film and tape both lengthwise and crosswise, furrowing his brow as he struggled desperately in resistance.
When I then lowered myself onto both knees and brought my hips close to his face, his groans sounded as if fear had seeped even deeper into them.
“I wonder what’s going to happen to you.”
This is something I often hear from masochists before things begin.
They each lay their feelings bare, and I believe this masochist, too, had envisioned several possible futures.
That expression—where anticipation and fear are tightly intertwined—is impossible to describe with words.
As for me, the one asking the questions, of course I want to help him prepare emotionally by making him imagine what might come.
But at the same time, I want to shatter those expectations, drag him into the unexpected, and make him accept it.
That’s why I indulge in the pleasure of imagining things like,
“What is he thinking right now?”
“How would he react if I broke him like this?”
I covered his face with the hem of my black skirt and sat down completely, turning the masochist into nothing more than a chair.
It was only for a few minutes, but I love those exchanges that exist only between me and a masochist who has been stripped even of the right to speak.
Because I created his state of mind myself, I understand it as clearly as if I were holding it in my hands—and the freedom to choose the next moment excites me.
So I used him however I pleased, in the way that most thoroughly disregarded his dignity as a man.
Normally, if you want to sit, you relax on a sofa.
If you need to relieve yourself, you go to the restroom.
And if you desire other forms of comfort or pleasure, there are appropriate means for that.
But there is a cruelty—and a psychological pleasure that only I can obtain—in fulfilling all of that with a masochist reduced to a pitiful object.
In a forced situation, reason and will can drift away and then be pulled back again.
It’s enough if he is swallowed by those waves.
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Now then, the schedule for the year-end and New Year period has been announced.
I’d like to take this opportunity to share my availability here as well.
＊My last working day of the year
December 28 (Sun), 3:00–9:00 PM
(Last booking: 70-minute session)
＊My first working day of 2026 
January 4 (Sun), 3:00–9:00 PM
(Last booking: 70-minute session)
Influenza is going around lately.
It’s hard to truly enjoy ourselves if we’re not in good physical and mental health, and when we’re unwell, motivation tends to fade in many areas.
Let’s both stay healthy and greet each other properly toward the end of the year—
I’m looking forward to seeing you well and in good spirits.
Hibari