The Japanese Domina
By Gaijin

Living in Japan as a submissive trying to get into the BDSM scene, I found 
that my efforts were frequently frustrated. I was trying to break into what 
seemed to be essentially a closed society. I first tried visiting a BDSM club 
in Tokyo and after enquiring in near fluent Japanese, I was told that I wasn't 
allowed in because no one in there spoke English. This was an attitude I had 
encountered before in Japan. When I finally gained admission to another 
BDSM club after making it quite clear that I wanted a session with a 
Japanese Domina I was politely shepherded in the direction of a domina who 
was called "Sandy". Now it turned out that Sandy came from Barnsley, so I 
suppose at least she had the advantage (for me anyway) of being a Yorkshire 
lass and she was an enthusiastic facesitter, so I shouldn't really complain. 
But still I felt there had to be more, yet I simply couldn't break into the 
scene.

I had always felt that in Japan. femdom was "the real thing". After all look at 
the traditional role of women in Japanese society. Plus the one thing I learnt 
about the Japanese was that it was considered shameful to submit or 
surrender in any way. They bear pain with a remarkable fortitude and I 
figured that a Japanese domina was not going to expect her clientele to 
whinge.

After my initial frustrations with the BDSM clubs, I started to find out about 
female wrestling clubs and here I was more successful. One of the reasons I 
visited Japan in the first place when I was younger was because of my 
passion for martial arts. Now I found myself watching two women wrestling 
with an unbelievable ferocity and will to win. I could hardly disguise my 
excitement when the winner brutally thrust down the loser and face-sat her 
until she was unconscious despite her attempts to tap out a submission. 
Many Japanese women are very dainty and very, very feminine, but these 
two were more my kind of lady, they were athletic, solidly built and I 
estimated around 140-150 lbs. Talking to them afterwards was not difficult. 
However, they shied away from the topic of wrestling and would not 
consider my suggestion to wrestle with them. Of course my first thought was 
that they were unwilling because of the understandable nervousness  about 
wrestling with unknown man. But that was not it, it turned out. They were 
unwilling to wrestle with me because they figured I would lose and badly 
and they did not want me to lose face by being wrestled to defeat by a 
woman - old stereotypes die hard.

I suggested that perhaps I wouldn't mind losing to a woman and they could 
humiliate me a bit, they seemed shocked by this idea and I sensed that they 
also lost any respect they might have had for me. However, I persevered and 
it was at one of these matches that I had my first stroke of luck. During one 
particularly vicious wrestling bout that I witnessed between two very 
aggressive wrestlers, I noticed a Japanese man sitting there transfixed on the 
scene, and if he didn't have a hard-on, then I was Ghengis Khan. I 
approached him and asked him about his interest in female wrestlers. At first 
he was reticent and wouldn't speak about it. But after I invited him for a 
drink he loosened up and finally admitted that yes, he cared for his wife, but 
sometimes he wished that she would rough him up and yes he visited the SM 
clubs. Finally I had my contact.

This was too good an opportunity to miss. He offered to introduce me at an 
SM club that he visited. Suddenly that magic door had been opened for me. I 
was introduced to an attractive young woman called Yoshiko. But somehow, 
it still left me feeling there was more. She was every bit as sadistic as I had 
expected her to be, but in a curiously detached way. She was also a typical 
Japanese girl in terms of build. I felt when being face sat by her that I could 
easily have thrown her off and somehow it took the edge off it for me.

However, I visited several times with my new friend (in return I had 
promised him that I would introduce him to the SM scene in England). Once 
I asked him about female wrestlers, telling him about my preference for 
really strong, heavy, athletic women, especially ones who enjoyed being 
sadistic. I kept thinking about Nia in New York - I had never visited her, but 
I reckoned her to be one of the scariest and most sadistic wrestling dommes 
around. Well, he mentioned a name. There was a lady called Mariko. Now 
Mariko was once a pro-wrestler and what is more she was a big girl. He 
estimated she would have been around 220 lbs. She had gained herself a 
reputation while she worked at an SM club in Tokyo. What sort of 
reputation? I asked him. His answer was that she often put her clients into 
hospital. Eventually she was forced out and he hadn't a clue where she was 
now. All he knew was that she seemed to enjoy breaking her clients ribs in 
scissor holds.

By now I had a circle of friends in the SM scene and by chance another of 
them mentioned her name too. Now he had had a session with her and he 
said she really enjoyed using her weight on men. She wouldn't get off 
whatever you did. He told me that eventually she was sacked from the SM 
club because she sat on this guy on a hard wooden floor for so long that he 
suffered a lung collapse and it took three people to drag her off him. He told 
me that she enjoyed sitting on men until they begged her to get off. Mariko 
was starting to interest me. I asked him whether he knew her whereabouts. 
He turned on me in an unexpectedly animated way.
       "SM in Japan is not like the west  - we don't play games here, its for 
real. We don't use safe words here, you are expected to endure whatever the 
woman gives you. But even among the Japanese SM community, Mariko 
was considered a bit crazy. She used to go too far. She really wanted men to 
suffer and she was very strong, you couldn't just throw her off."
     " I would still like to try a session with her if you could find out her 
address." I replied. He looked at me, then smiled.
    "OK, but you'd better check your medical insurance."

Over the next few days, I checked out the websites. I found one single 
picture with the name Mariko. She was certainly a very solid looking 
woman, with huge thighs. In the picture she was sitting astride this guy, a 
kimono was draped over the bed and she was using the obi [Kimono sash] to 
asphyxiate her victim by placing it over his nose and mouth. 

Some weeks later, my second friend turned up unexpectedly in his hand he 
had a piece of paper with an address on it.
   "She lives in Gifu now, but she will do a facesitting session. I have 
introduced you and all you have to do is call this number to fix up the date 
and time - but I still think you should think carefully what you are doing."
   " Don't worry I can handle it." I replied.

Visiting an SM club with a friend is one thing, but going to an assignation 
with an unknown person is quite another. Thus I found myself boarding the 
Shinkansen out of Tokyo to Gifu-Hashima station on a grey Tokyo morning. 
Now I had time to reflect on what I had done. I had arranged a 3 hour 
facesitting session with a woman who was known to be very strong, who 
seemed to enjoy breaking men's ribs in scissor holds and who had to be 
pulled off a man with a collapsed lung. I had been warned off this lady by 
active SM enthusiasts from a country that seemed to have an underlying 
streak of cruelty. Warned off by men who seemed capable of enduring far 
more in their SM sessions than most of us would dream about. Yet here I 
was meeting a lady that even the hardened masochists in this country feared.

I had time to reflect on this as the shinkansen effortlessly accelerated as it 
shook off the endless suburbs of southern Tokyo. On reaching Gifu-Hashima 
I still had a long taxi ride before reaching Gifu with its little traditional 
Japanese castle on the hillside - rebuilt out of concrete from the ruins of 
wartime Japan.

Finally I was put down at the address and visibly nervous I walked up to the 
door of the house and rang the bell - to all accounts it was a well-to do house 
in a good area of Gifu - I knew this from the simple fact that it had a 
sizeable front garden. Most houses in Japan has only very small or modest 
gardens. She came to the door and bowed, she was tall and well built as I 
had expected. She was also wearing the working kimono - not the very 
decorative type, but the type that was worn by countless older women on the 
street every day. For all intents and purposes, she might have looked like 
someone's benevolent auntie. She ushered me into the house after waiting 
for me to take off my shoes. She spoke broken English and I was shown into 
a very respectable room with expensive furniture. She shuffled of and left 
me sitting down, now very nervous. She returned with the ubiquitous 
Japanese tea-set, placing it down before me and poured me tea with the 
exquisite charm of many Japanese ladies.

We sat and talked of everyday things for some time. I had been slightly early 
and I was always conscious of the clock ticking away, after all I was paying 
for her time, but she seemed in no hurry and I instinctively felt that I wasn't 
going to be cheated for time. Eventually, I suppose because I didn't move 
the topic around, she did.
   "Why do you like to wrestle with a woman?" She asked me. As always I 
found it difficult to articulate that reply.
   "Well, I like the feeling of being pinned by a lady and that is part of the 
reason why I asked to meet you, because I understand you enjoy pinning 
men."
   "Sugoi, ne...", she said, supressing a giggle using that curiously Japanese 
feminine charm. She was probably in her mid to late thirties.
   "And do you think you can beat me?" she asked. Now I wasn't stupid, I 
knew she had been a pro-wrestler and that I was giving away probably at 
least 80 lbs. in weight.
   "I understand that you were a very skilled wrestler, so no I don't think so." 
I said, smiling at her.

We finished the tea and then she gestured for me to go upstairs. The steps 
were of polished wood and wound steeply round. She led me into a room 
consisting mainly of tatami. There were a few items spread around on table 
on the far side which I wish I had paid more attention to and a TV set on the 
other side. There were two low Japanese mattresses on the floor.
    "Please remove your clothes." She said in a very matter of fact way. I was 
becoming distinctly nervous  and I almost stammered,
   "Shall I use 'mercy' for the safeword? And I normally tap for a 
submission." She simply smiled at me, then untied her kimono which 
dropped down her body with a silken swish to reveal that she was wearing 
panties and bra underneath. She was perhaps rather thick set, but very busty, 
especially for a Japanese lady, her thighs looked very strong but not with 
pronounced muscularity. Overall, she was well built but not fat. She did not 
have a well-defined muscularity, yet she looked strong. She moved the 
kimono and obi slightly to one side, then moved with remarkable  swiftness 
towards me and with a single trip had me flat on my back. She immediately 
moved for the pin, pushing me down with her arms. I realised as she held me 
down only with her arms that I couldn't move. The only other lady who had 
done this to me as Rayne in Atlanta. Rayne was as strong as hell, but if 
anything Mariko was even stronger. She moved without effort into a full pin, 
her massive thighs pinning down my arms. She settled herself into a high 
pin, with her pussy only an inch or two from my face. My arms were 
immobilized  under her massive thighs.
   "Can you move? Can you get me off?" she said, still in a rather girlish 
way. I couldn't move and she knew it.
   "Omoshiroi...ne", she said. [funny isn't it]
   "Oh by the way, no safe word, no submission. My rule is simple, at end of 
session I get off or you get me off. We have plenty of time, we can stop at 6 
o'clock or 8 o'clock if you like."
I had scheduled the session for 1.00 I knew it must have been about 1.30. I 
was only now fully aware of the predicament that I found myself in. I was 
going to be her plaything for an extended length of time. Some of warnings I 
had been given about her came flooding back into my mind.
"She really enjoys hurting men using her weight... She never gets off until 
the end of the session... She will sit on you until you beg her for mercy, even 
then she won't get off..."

There was only one person in the world who knew where I was and I had 
pooh-poohed him when he suggested that he call me this evening to see if I 
arrived back in one piece.

Meanwhile, back on the mat, Mariko seemed in no hurry. She simply sat in a 
full-weight pin for probably 10-15 minutes. I started what turned out to be a 
long-running conversation with her about her home town of Gifu. She told 
me about the cormorant fishing and much else about the town. Then as if 
suddenly bored with my conversation, she moved in a leisurely way upwards 
into a full facesit. At first she sat on my face in such a way that I could 
breathe, but with difficulty. Again it was a leisurely facesit and I was content 
to lie  there and enjoy it. Then she pushed her hips forward, clearly going for 
a suffocation. As my air supply was cut off, I decided to wait until I reached 
the panic stage and then almost instinctively I tapped on her leg to indicate 
my submission. This proved to be a mistake, because she released my now 
partly numb arms and held my arms out above my head grabbing tightly 
both of my wrists. I now had way of even indicating a submission and I 
couldn't move, I was completely at her mercy. She pushed down again onto 
my face, I squirmed and tried to move, but my powerful thighs closed on my 
face. I panicked and tried to buck her off me, but I couldn't. Slowly, I was 
losing strength as I lapsed into unconsciousness. At the last moment, she 
released me slightly and allowed me to breathe. Then it was back down 
again. I lost count of the number of times she repeated this, but it must have 
been 30 or more times at least. Finally she moved off me slightly to what I 
called the resting facesit position. Here I could breathe, but with some 
difficulty - I was going to spend a very long time in this position. She 
released my arms and returned them to their former prison under her thighs. 
Finally, she moved off back to an ordinary pin.
   "I forgot how much I enjoyed this." She said. "I want you to stay overnight 
because there is a lot that I want to do and a Japanese lady can sit like this 
for a very long time without getting tired." I looked up at her. What could I 
say. I didn't want to decline her invitation, because right now I couldn't 
afford to make her angry. I just waited for the next move.

Again she was in no hurry to continue and she must have simply held me in 
the pin for upwards of half an hour. I had by now recovered somewhat from 
my  facesitting suffocation ordeal. The one thing I learnt about Mariko was 
that she was able to judge when I was ready for something else and that 
something else wasn't long in coming. She reached across for the obi from 
her kimono and of course I knew immediately what she had in mind. I could 
remember the photograph of her from the Internet. The obi was long and 
wide and silken and she held it with both hands, still maintaining her pin. 
She now looped it around the wrist of my left hand, passing it between the 
fold in her legs and loosely over my face before passing it through her other 
leg and looping it around my right wrist. I continued to look upwards at her 
impassive face. I knew what was coming and I was completely helpless to 
resist. Slowly, remorselessly, she tightened the obi, both around my wrists 
and over my face. The tension was maintained by her thighs. I couldn't 
move at all and the obi covered my nose and mouth. It had the effect of 
dramatically reducing my air supply but allowed me still to at least breathe. 
But slowly my body was running short of oxygen and as I stared up at 
Mariko's impassive face, I noticed my vision slowly fading I started to lapse 
into unconsciousness. I wasn't sure whether she released me before or after I 
passed out. But slowly I recovered as the air supply was resumed - for a 
short while. Everything that Mariko did was never done once though and 
again she repeated this several times. By now I had completely lost any 
sense of time. My senses were completely overwhelmed by my powerful 
tormentor. Again she tightened the obi over my face, but this time instead of 
simply leaving it there, she moved right onto my face to a full face-sit. The 
effect of this was dramatic. It formed a seal over my mouth and nose, I 
couldn't breathe at all, I panicked but couldn't move. I couldn't even let her 
know I wanted to submit - if I had had a safe word or signal, I would have 
used it now. After I had passed the panic stage and was lapsing into 
unconsciousness she released the seal over my face slightly. Once again she 
repeated this at her leisure many times. Finally she released her grip and 
unwound the obi. I was perspiring and totally exhausted by my ordeal. But 
she hadn't finished with the obi yet. Now she released my hands and wound 
the obi round hers. Then suddenly, she placed the obi across my throat and 
pressed downwards.

I was no great fan of choke holds and my immediate response was to grab at 
her wrists and try and release the pressure. Maybe that was what she wanted 
me to do, but it had no effect. I was being choked, slowly and relentlessly. 
Finally she released me, and I was able to croak out the word "mercy". She 
stared at me unblinkingly and then put down the obi. I was glad she had 
decided not to repeat the choking exercise. Naturally, she still held me in a 
pin, but now she slid her body down until she was sitting directly on my 
stomach. She placed her feet on my shoulders to hold me down. Then she 
simply sat there. At first it was fine, in fact I had hardly realised the weight 
that been on my chest as I could now breathe normally again. I had tensed 
my stomach muscles  to support her weight. But she was sitting there with 
her full weight on my stomach and I soon began to feel uncomfortable. That 
discomfort turned to pain and soon it became unbearable as my internal 
organs were being compressed by her weight. I was beginning to think that I 
would soon throw up. I cried out to her,
   "Mercy Mariko-chan please."
She simply smiled slightly and impassively and just sat there. I begged her 
over and over again, the pain was making me cry. Then finally, as if she 
sensed that I was well beyond my limit and could take no more without 
disgracing myself, she simply moved up until she pinned me again. The 
feeling of the pin on my chest felt so good and the queasy feeling in my 
stomach started to subside. Once again she put me into the resting facesit 
position. This time she reached across for the remote control and sat 
watching TV for some time while I recovered. After what I judged must 
have been an hour or more. She moved off my face and back to the pin. This 
time she raised herself up and now she placed her knees directly onto my 
biceps. The pain was sudden and unbelievable. I immediately begged her for 
mercy but she continued. Her knees moving slightly, grinding my muscles 
between her kneecaps and my bones. As I continued to cry out, I think 
something in her snapped and she suddenly reached down and pinched my 
nose, squatting down slightly to do it and thus releasing the pressure on my 
biceps slightly, then with her other hand she put it firmly over my mouth. I 
quickly realised that she wanted me to shut up. There was no question of 
receiving any mercy. I subsided into the pain, the world blurred as my mind 
was absorbed by the constant pain in my arms. Now I understood what they 
had meant by wanting to make a man beg for mercy and then take him 
beyond it.

Finally, she released my arms, which felt  jellied and useless. I was soaked in 
perspiration. She looked down at me and gently said,
   "kawaiiso ni. Now you need to rest for a while. I will put you to sleep and 
then you can have a long rest." [poor thing].
With that she once again moved into the resting facesit and once again 
turned on the TV as she alternatively turned on and off the air supply. I 
lapsed into unconsciousness so slowly that I hardly noticed it and strange as 
it may seem I slept while she continued to stay on my face.
She simply watched TV while I slept.  

Consciousness returned to me slowly and by now Mariko had moved from 
the facesit position back to a high pin. 
    "ima wa nanji?" [What's the time?] I asked her as my head cleared. By 
now I was totally parched and desperate for something to drink.
    "kuji ni". [nine o'clock] She said, effortlessly maintaining her pin.
Nine o'clock, had it really been that long? When was this going to end. Then 
I slowly became aware that she had removed her panties and she was  
stimulating herself with her finger. I suppose that as an oral enthusiast this 
would have been the ultimate form of tease, to have to lie there helpless and 
watch a woman masturbate herself inches away from my tongue, but I was 
too far gone now to think seriously about it. Finally, she climaxed and 
shortly afterwards, she finally released me. The feeling of sudden release of 
her weight off my chest was quite surprising and made me realise the extent 
to which my breathing had been laboured and now my rib muscles started 
feeling painful. I couldn't move.
   "It is finish now." She said. You wait there for a while. A few minutes 
later, she returned with a glass of water and two tablets. 
   " These are painkillers - for muscle pain. You will be more comfortable to 
take them." She smiled at me kneeling once more. How could she do that 
after squatting on me for several hours?
   " You rest here for a while - you stay the night, I don't think you can 
travel home. I give a bath and a meal." She said, once again returning to 
everyone's idea of the auntie and perfect Japanese hostess.

Sometime later, she returned with a yukata and a large bath towel. 
"I help you downstairs to the bathroom." She said. Once again returning to 
the pro-wrestler as she helped to pick me up. I could still barely walk. I 
didn't need instruction about the ritual of the Japanese bath, she did 
everything for me and she also massaged my arms which were extremely 
painful. I simply couldn't comprehend this woman who only a few hours 
earlier had sadistically tormented me.

The bath revived me considerably enough to give me the confidence to talk 
to her again.
   "Why do you enjoy being dominant?" I asked her.
   "Mm.. difficult to answer. I get very excited when I know that I can hold a 
man under me, then I really enjoy hurting him." She replied with only the 
hint of a smile.
   "How would you describe that session that we just had. I mean, was it 
mild, average for you or quite severe?" I asked. I was forced to explain to 
her further what I meant, but then her very matter of fact reply stunned me.
    "Mild - but quite long, longer than I usually do. I did not want to hurt you 
too much. You can stay here overnight. Then we can play some more 
tomorrow. I don't work and I am very bored here. I only watch TV, so you 
can stay with me and I can sit on your face while I watch TV."

I knew that I wasn't in a fit state to leave that night and anyway it seemed 
bad to turn down her hospitality, but I had mixed feelings about the thought 
of her playing with me tomorrow, as she described it. For now, I just relaxed 
and dozed, the fresh feeling of the yukata and the pain in my arms and body 
contrasted each other as I contemplated what tomorrow would bring and 
whether this woman intended to let me go.