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The Man's Sadism and the Woman's Love

By Itojima Hiroshi

Magazine: Kitan Club
Issue: December 1963 Issue
Archive location: PDF pages 31–36
Translation: KRP
Approved: August 6, 2026
Open Source Issue at PDF pages 31–36
Itojima Hiroshi presents this prize-winning first-person confession as a factual account of constructing a private sadistic life within and alongside an outwardly conventional marriage. He describes gradually introducing his wife Emiko, who explicitly dislikes bondage and is not masochistic, to increasingly severe kinbaku because her love for him leads her to endure it. He recounts takate-kote, crotch binding, ebi bondage, gagging, outdoor and automobile scenarios, and staged photography, while repeatedly distinguishing bondage from physical torment. The second half introduces Miwako, an older nightclub hostess who becomes his lover and submits to bondage out of romantic devotion and rivalry with Emiko. The essay argues that confidence, restraint, and affection allow the male sadist to realize his desires without destroying domestic harmony. Historically, it is significant for its unusually detailed depiction of negotiated and unequal heterosexual bondage relationships in early-1960s Japan, its use of marital love and feminine self-sacrifice to legitimize male sadism, and its documentation of private kinbaku photography, terminology, clothing preferences, nightlife culture, and reader networking. Its notable tension is that the narrator repeatedly celebrates consent rooted in love while also describing deception, emotional pressure, dangerous restraint, infidelity, and situations in which the women have limited freedom to refuse.

Translation

PRIZE-WINNING CONFESSION THE MAN'S SADISM AND THE WOMAN'S LOVE By Itojima Hiroshi Dear readers of Kitan Club, I hope you are well. After the record-breaking rains, we have endured one sweltering day after another this year. While escaping the heat with a beer, please read my confession in a lighthearted spirit. Forgive the awkward writing and the portions that may sound like boasting about my happiness. The question “What is happiness?” is philosophical, and different people will naturally interpret the word differently. For an enthusiast of sadism, however, surely no greater happiness can be desired than the freedom to bind a beautiful woman exactly as one pleases. Many people dream of such a thing, but few attain it in reality. Even in this age, when cruelty is fashionable, the sadist is still apt to be regarded with suspicion. Yet happiness will never arrive if one is discouraged by that. We must create happiness with our own hands. I was born in Osaka in 1931, raised without hardship in a middle-class household, and now operate a wholesale hardware business. I am naturally optimistic, but perhaps there is no man as happy as I am today. In my childish prose, I shall describe the road of happiness that brought me here. Every line that follows is true. Without telling her, I have submitted several bondage photographs of Emiko in order to provide evidence. I began writing while she was asleep. She would certainly object if she discovered it. I would then also be unable to write about Miwako, whom I shall introduce later. It has been approximately four years since I first bound Emiko, but even now she has not become a masochist. She has never once tried to read Kitan Club. She dislikes being naked and dislikes being bound. Yet because of her love for me, she struggles against herself, patiently submitting to whatever I ask. It is only because I am confident Emiko will not read Kitan Club that I can submit her photographs and even write about my infidelity. In that sense, I truly am a fortunate man. Emiko and I first met in a bookstore in 1953. I was a fresh-faced young man who had only just graduated from high school. Emiko was a beautiful girl, tall and slender, with long black hair in two braids and large, lively, affectionate eyes. After approximately five years of courtship, we married in January 1958. Even during our courtship I had relations with several women, but she quietly remained beside me, apparently believing that the final victory would be hers. She possessed a rather old-fashioned Japanese temperament, although she also had a remarkably competitive spirit. Being tall and slightly slender, she looked exceptionally good in kimono. I adore women in Japanese dress, and even now I do not permit either Emiko or Miwako to go out in anything else. Emiko loved motion pictures, especially period films, which suited me very well because such films frequently contain scenes of people being bound or tormented. We always walked home after seeing a film. Conversation never failed us, and two or three railway stops passed quickly. I had read that most women admire strong men and heroes because this is the transformed, outward expression of a desire to be mistreated. Using this fragment of knowledge, I would begin with light discussion, such as how the binding of a novice actress differed from that of a great star. Before we knew it, we would have reached the neighborhood of her home. We held our wedding in February of that year, and our eldest daughter was born in December. My sadistic nature remained unknown to Emiko, and our sweet, peaceful, enviable life continued. Two years after our marriage, when our child no longer required constant attention, I decided one summer to carry out the plan I had nurtured for years. I wondered what approach to take and whether Emiko could understand the psychology of a sadist such as myself. I was uneasy, but resolved to proceed with confidence. I decided to provoke a quarrel with Emiko, defeat her, and bind her as the price of losing. That morning we made a wager. Unknown to her, I had arranged matters from the beginning so that I would win. By evening, therefore, I had officially won our bet. That night Emiko sat before me wearing a red, tie-dyed nagajuban. The desire I had cherished for so many years was about to be fulfilled. No pen can express my joy at that moment. Emiko looked uneasy. “You have won. What is it you desire? I have belonged to you from the beginning. You may do anything you like.” For a while I remained silent. “Oh, I already knew,” Emiko said. “I noticed that you kept Kitan Club in the bookcase. I dislike it, so I have not looked at it since, but when I first leafed through the pages I was truly shocked. You are a wicked man. Still, I love you, and I am your wife. I shall endure anything that gives you pleasure. But in my heart, I am a little frightened.” She glared at me from the corner of her eye. Without speaking, I took a koshi-himo. Moving behind Emiko, I pulled both arms firmly backward and bound her wrists. With another sash I bound above and below her breasts, then connected the cord holding her wrists to the breast binding, producing a takate-kote restraint. Flushed and slightly downcast, Emiko stared at me with resentful eyes. I had taken my first step toward happiness. I was so moved that I wanted to shout aloud. Thereafter, I would use some insignificant offense as a pretext and bind Emiko as punishment. Once, after I stripped and bound her on a cold winter day, she caught a cold, developed a fever, and remained in bed for two or three days. The koshi-himo gradually gave way to rope. Later, Miwako had a special cord about ten meters long made from silk satin patterned with polka dots, and since then I have used it almost exclusively. The rustling sound of silk when the cord is tightened and loosened satisfies my heart. Perhaps because Emiko had studied dance, her body was flexible. Even when her wrists were bound behind her and raised high toward the back of her neck, she seldom complained. The midwife had also marveled at her endurance during childbirth. Her remarkable patience made her an ideal person to bind. She was most ashamed, however, when subjected to crotch binding. There were other incidents. Once I stripped Emiko completely, bound her severely against the alcove pillar with rope, gagged her, and went outside. I intended only to buy fruit and return immediately, but a friend caught me and kept me talking for about an hour. During my absence our child woke and began crying, and that night Emiko reproached me for the trouble. It was fortunate that the child was still too young to understand. I broke into a cold sweat afterward. On another occasion, just as I had finished stripping and binding her, her younger sister came to visit. I hastily concealed Emiko in the bedding and sent the sister away. Another time, we both fell asleep from exhaustion while Emiko remained bound. In the middle of the night, her hands became numb beyond endurance and she woke me, saying, “You are terrible. Please forgive me for tonight.” Our eldest son was born in August 1962. We suspended binding for approximately six months before and after the birth, but have continued from then until today. Crotch binding two months before childbirth, for example, would ordinarily have been impossible. We trained both children to go to bed shortly after eight. Occasionally we ask my mother, who normally returns to the house opposite ours, to remain with them while we go for a nighttime drive. Recently I stopped the car along the way, used a cord I had prepared to bind only Emiko's wrists behind her, and continued driving. I tied her so tightly that her wrists were purple when we returned home. Even when stopped at a red light, the binding could not be seen from the car beside us, yet I felt as though someone were watching and remember longing for the signal to change. I sometimes wonder what Emiko, who is not a masochist, felt at that moment. Next time I am thinking of stripping her completely, applying a takate-kote crotch binding, putting a yukata over it, and taking her for a drive. I look forward to savoring the full pleasure of being a sadist. This year I decided to photograph Emiko while bound. She was deeply ashamed of allowing her completely naked body to be seen and refused for a long time. Yet when she saw the anger in my face after a single command, she consented while seeming ready to cry. I have now photographed her on five occasions. Seen through the camera's viewfinder, Emiko writhing in takate-kote, crotch binding, or ebi bondage possesses an indescribable beauty. A nearly naked body wearing only a little clothing while bound is also thrilling. However much I love sadism, our married life is healthy. To avoid excess, I bind her but have decided not to torment her physically. I do not intend to do so in the future. Regarding bondage itself, however, I intend to remain strict and tie her tightly. Emiko is not a masochist. She merely endures the pain and patiently cooperates because of her love for me. I wish to treasure and protect that touching devotion. I am tempted to bind her every night, but I understand that if I satisfied only my own desires, the balance of a long marriage might collapse and bring disaster. In our home, therefore, Saturday is designated as my night of freedom. I sometimes manufacture a reason to increase the number of such nights. Someone once said that husband and wife are like modeling clay: depending upon how they are shaped, they may become angular or round. I possess a harmonious household, with two children and a beautiful, modest wife who is faithful to her husband and envied by my friends. Yet by a small accident I also began an affair and eventually bound the other woman as well. I am therefore both a fortunate and a sinful man. It is said that when a woman falls in love with a man, she will readily commit even a crime. I sensed this psychology in Emiko, but felt it still more painfully through Miwako, about whom I shall now write. Before marriage I often danced, but afterward I drifted away from it. Because I had played baseball since my student days, I kept my name on the roster of another company's nearby baseball club. At Christmas in 1961, I went for the first time in years to a cabaret in Osaka's Minami district for the baseball club's combined year-end party and Christmas celebration. Miwako was the hostess assigned to me, and she was the woman with whom I danced. She was older than I and had worked in the nightlife business for ten years. Among four hundred hostesses she regularly ranked around fifteenth each month and was regarded as a veteran. Yet she was also known at the club for disliking men. That Miwako fell in love with me at first sight. Half believing and half doubting it, I began visiting the club from time to time. I took care to spend as little money as possible. After learning that I preferred kimono, if she happened to be wearing a dress when I arrived, she would rush to the dressing room and change into Japanese clothing. She ignored the laughter of her colleagues at this transformation. As the new year passed, her father died in March. Without saying anything, I paid the funeral expenses. This became the occasion through which, without either of us formally proposing it, I began looking after Miwako. She had never missed a day at the club, but thereafter made Sunday her regular day off. During a trip to Izu at New Year this year, Miwako expressed intense envy that Emiko and I had reached the present day without a single marital quarrel or period of weariness, retaining the sweetness of newlyweds. Miwako had previously failed in marriage. For that reason, she tried desperately not to be defeated by Emiko and made touching efforts on my behalf. From her experience, Miwako could not understand the source of our harmonious married life. Naturally it was the fruit of Emiko's efforts, but I explained that being able to bind her also had the powerful effect of softening my feelings and calming my anger. Miwako could not accept this explanation. Whatever the reason, her competitive determination not to lose to Emiko led her to plead that night: “If Emiko can do it, there is nothing I cannot do. Treat me in the same way, so that I too may have your love.” It was an opportunity beyond anything I could have hoped for. I ordered Miwako to strip completely. Although she worked in the nightlife trade, she was deeply ashamed of becoming naked or exposing her body. That night, however, she was different. Silently she removed her kimono and sat before me with her eyes closed. I hesitated briefly, thinking she might be frightened if I bound her too severely at the beginning. “Well, so be it. I have no shortage of cord. I shall give her crotch binding from the very first.” I began tying Miwako. She allowed me to do as I pleased, but when the cord bit into her flesh, she cried out. “Do you bind Emiko this way too?” she asked. I nodded. “You have terrible tastes. But you are a fortunate man. It hurts to be bound, but if it gives you pleasure, I shall endure it so that I do not lose to Emiko. Please never abandon me. But women are sensitive. You must make absolutely certain that Emiko never discovers me. That is what frightens me most.” That night I felt profoundly what a fortunate man I was. Since then I have enjoyed binding Miwako approximately twice each month. I have often thought of photographing her someday. When she had curtains made for her room, I took the remaining fabric and had it made into a cord. When I told Miwako that I intended to use that cord to bind Emiko, she cried and tried to stop me, saying divine punishment would fall upon her. I nevertheless took it home by force and now use it constantly. I have written this long and difficult confession, but in conclusion I wish to tell my fellow enthusiasts that proceeding through everything with confidence and affection is, in my opinion, the shortest road to happiness. Anyone wishing to contact me may leave a message at Café Grento, on the left after turning west from the Nipponbashi-suji 3-chōme tram stop. The telephone number is 36-2737. I am a regular customer who stops there at least once each day to enjoy a cup of coffee. Ask for Itojima or leave a message for me. Hoping to converse at length with others who share my interests, I now put down my pen.
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「懸賞告白」入選作品 男のサドと女の愛 糸島博 K誌愛読者の皆様、お元気ですか。 今年は記録的な雨が続いた後は、また猛暑の連続で大変です。 まあ暑さしのぎに、ビールでも飲みながら軽い気持で私の告白でも読んで下さい。 文章のまずさから読みにくい点や、のろけめいた点などはかんべんして下さい。 幸福とは何か、と哲学的ですが、人によっては、その言葉の取り方や意味に違いはあるでしょう。 でもS愛好者にとって美女を自由自在に緊縛することができたら、これ以上の幸福は求められないと思います。 でもこのようなことを夢みている人は多くいても、現実には望みを達している人は少ないと思います。いかに今日が残酷ばやりでも、どうしても変な目で見られがちのSです。 しかし、そんなことでくじけていては幸福はやってきません。 自分の手で幸福を作らねばなりません。 私は大阪で昭和六年に生まれ、中流家庭で何不自由なく育ち、現在金物卸を営んでいる楽天家ですが、今日の私程の幸福な男もないかもしれません。 私の今日まで歩いてきた幸福の道を幼稚な文章で書いてみました。 これからの一行一行がすべて真実です。 裏村をするために内緒で恵美子の緊縛写真の一部を出しました。 私は恵美子の寝ている間にペンをとりました。知られると必ず反対されるからです。 それと後に書く実和子のことも書けなくなるからです。 私が恵美子を初めて縛ってから約四年にもなりますが、今でも恵美子はMにはなりません。K誌だって一度も目をとおそうともしません。裸になる事も縛られることも嫌がります。 しかし私への愛情のために恵美子自身が自分と斗っているのであり、私のいうがままに辛抱して従っているのです。 恵美子がK誌を読まないという自信があればこそ、私は写真も出せるのであり、また浮気のことも書けるのであって本当に幸福な男であるといえます。 昭和二十八年に私と恵美子は本屋で初めて知りあいました。 その頃、私は高校を卒業したばかりの紅顔の青年であり、恵美子は長身で黒い長髪を三つあみにして大きな、ひとなつこい瞳がくりくりとしていました。美少女でした。 約五年間の恋愛期間を経て昭和三十三年一月に結婚をしました。 恋愛中にも私には幾人かの女性関係がありましたが、彼女はいっと最後の勝利は自分にと静かに私に付いてきたような、どちらかといえば古風な性質の日本趣味でした。それでいてすごく勝気なところもありました。 長身で少しやせ気味だった彼女は、着物がとてもよくあいました。 私は女性の着物姿が大好きで、今でも恵美子や実和子にも、着物以外では外出させません。 映画好きの彼女、それも邦画の時代劇しかみなかったので私にとっては好都合でした。 なぜなら、時代劇には縛られる場面や責めのシーンがよくあるからです。 映画をみて帰り路は必ず家まで歩いて帰りました。話題には事欠かなかったから駅の二つや三つ位いはすぐでした。 女性の大半は、強い男性とか英雄にあこがれる、すなわち、いじめられたいという欲望の形が変化して表面化したものであるという予備知識から、新人女優と大女優とでは縛り方が違うとか、軽い本題に入って話している間に家の近くまで来ていることがありました。 その年の二月に式をあげて、十二月には長女が生まれたために、私のSも恵美子には知られぬままに、人もうらやむような甘くて平和な日々が続きました。 結婚をしてから二年も過ぎ子供も手がかからぬようになった夏、私はいよいよ多年の計画の夢を実行することにしました。 さてとなると、どういう線で行けばいいだろうか、はたして恵美子が、私というSの心理を理解してくれるであろうか、不安でしたが私は自信を持って進む事にしました。 私は恵美子とけんかをして、そのかた恵美子が負けて、その代償に縛ってやろうと思い立ったのです。 その日の朝、私達夫婦はかけをしましたが恵美子は知らないが、かけは初めから私に勝つように細工してあったので、夜には一応私がかけに勝ったことになりました。 今夜の恵美子は赤いしぼりの長じゅばんを着て私の前に座っていました。 思えば長い年月だった私の欲望が、今夜達せられようとしている、その時の嬉しさはペンでは書き表わすことができません。 恵美子は不安な顔をしていうのです。 「貴男が勝ったわね、貴男の望みは何なの。恵美子は最初から貴男のものよ、何をしてもいいのよ」 私はしばらくだまっていました。 「あら、恵美子は気付いていたのよ。貴男が本箱にK誌をしまっているのに。でも私は嫌いだから、それから見ないけれど、始め何かしらとページをめくったときは本当に驚いたのよ。貴男って悪い人ね。でも私は貴男が好きだし、貴男の妻ですもの、貴男の喜ぶことなら、何んでも辛抱しますわ。けれど、本心はちょっぴり恐いの」 と横目でにらむのです。 私はだまって腰紐を握って恵美子の後にまわり、手をぐっと後にまわして両手首を縛り、別の腰紐で乳の上下を縛り、それへ手首を縛った紐を連結させた高手小手縛りにしました。 恵美子は上気した顔を、うつむき気味にうらめしそうな目で、私をじっと見つめています。 幸福への第一歩を踏み出したのだ。 私は大声で叫びたいような感動にかられました。それからは何かとるに足らぬ不都合を理由に、お仕置として恵美子を縛ったりしました。 冬の寒い日に裸にして縛ったために、風邪を引いて、二、三日熱を出して床についたこともありました。 腰紐がやがてロープに変ったりしましたが、後で書く実和子に絹のサテン水玉模様の布地で十米程の別製の紐を作らしてからは、もっぱらそれを愛用しています。 縛ったりほどいたりする時にする絹ずれの音は、私の心を満してくれるのです。 恵美子は踊りを習っていたためか、体は柔軟で後手首を高く上首まで吊り上げても、少々の事では弱音は吐きませんでした。 お産の時でも助産婦さんも驚いていましたが、その辛抱強い事は感心する程で、被縛者としては理想的でした。でも股間縛りにされるのが一番恥しがりました。 こんなこともありました。恵美子を全裸にして床柱を背にロープで厳しく縛り、口にはさるぐつわをして私は外へ出ました。 果物を買ってすぐに帰るつもりが、友人につかまり話をしている間に約一時間程たちました。その間に子供が目をさまして泣いて困った、と恵美子に苦情をいわれた夜もありました。子供が幼いからいいようなものの、冷汗をかいた一夜でした。 また、裸にして縛り終ったところへ妹が遊びにきて、あわてて寝床に恵美子をかくして妹を追い返した日もありました。 縛ったまま疲れから二人とも寝入ってしまい、夜中に手がしびれて辛抱できなくなった妻に、ひどいわお願いだから今夜はかんにんして、と起された夜もありました。 そうしている中に、昭和三十七年八月に長男が生まれました。 生まれる前後半年程は、縛りはお休みとしましたが、以後今日までまた縛っています。 お産二月前の股間縛りなどは普通にはできない事でした。 私達の子供二人はいつも八時過ぎになると寝る習慣をつけましたので、時々夜は向いの家へ帰る母親に留守居をさせて夜のドライブに出ます。 この間も途中で車を止めて用意してあった紐で恵美子を手首のみの後手縛りにしてドライブをしました。 あまりきつく縛ったので家に帰った時には、手首は紫色に変っていました。 赤信号で止っている時でも、横の車からは見えないのですが、何だか見られているような気がして青信号に変るのが待遠しかったことを覚えております。その時の恵美子のMでもない気持は、どうだったのだろうかと、考えさせられます。 今度は一度、全裸にして高手小手股間縛りにした上に浴衣でも着せてドライブをしてみようかと思っています。 Sとしてのだいご味が充分に味わえるだろうと楽しみにしています。 今年になって恵美子の縛った姿をカメラでとることを思い立ちましたが、全裸姿をみられるのを非常に恥しがったので、なかなかうんとはいわなかったけれど、私の一声を怒ったような顔をみて泣きだしそうになりながら承知をしました。現在まで五回にわたりとりました。 カメラのファインダーから見える高手小手縛りにされたり、股間縛りや海老縛りにされた恵美子が、体をくねらせている姿は何ともいえぬ美しさです。 また裸体の体で少し何か着ている時の緊縛もぞくぞくする姿です。 私はいかにSを好み愛しているといっても夫婦生活は健全です。 だから過敏にならないようにと縛りはしても責めることはしないことにしています。これからも責めはやらないつもりです。しかし緊縛に関しては、きびしくきつくやるつもりです。Mでもない恵美子がただひたすらに、私への愛情のために痛さをこらえ辛抱して私に協力してくれるいじらしい気持を大切に大事にしてやりたいからです。 毎夜でも縛りたい欲望に私はかられますが、私は自分の欲望のみを満足させていては、長年の夫婦生活のバランスがくずれて破局をまねくかもしれないと自覚していますので、家では土曜日を私の自由の夜としています。 時々何かの理由をつけては自由の夜を増してはいますけれど、誰かが夫婦はネンド細工だといいましたが、作りようによって角にも丸にもなります。友人もうらやむような美人で夫に忠実であり、しとやかな妻と子供二人の円満家庭を持ちながら、私はちょっとした偶然から浮気をすることになり、またその相手の彼女も縛ることになったのだから、私とは幸福な男であり罪深い男でもあります。 女は男にほれると犯罪でさえもやすやすと犯すといわれますが、その女の心理は恵美子でも感じられましたが、これから書く実和子では痛切に感じさせられました。 私は結婚するまでは、よくダンスをしましたが結婚以後は遠のいていました。 学生時代から野球をやっていたので、私は近くの他会社の野球部に籍だけを入れていました。 昭和三十六年のクリスマス、私は野球部の忘年会を兼ねたクリスマス・パーティーで南のキャバレーに久し振りに遊びに行ったのです。 その時に本番について踊ったのが、実和子だったのです。 彼女は私より年上で水商売に入って十年にもなり、四百人のホステスの中で毎月十五位前後をランクされているベテランだったのです。 しかし店で男嫌いで通っていました。 その実和子が私に一目ぼれをしたのです。 それから私も半信半疑で時々店へ遊びに行くようになりました。 店へ行ってもできるだけ金を使わないように気を配り、私が着物が好きだということを知ってからは、ドレスでも着ていた時は、あわてて更衣室へ着物と着換えに行く始末で、その変りように同僚から笑われても一向に意に介しない風でした。 そうしている間に年もあけ三月に彼女の父親が亡くなりました。 その葬儀の費用を私がだまって出してやったのがきっかけとなり、どちらから話しかけることもなく自然に実和子の面倒を見ることになり、今まで一日として休んだことがなかった店を日曜日を定休日にするようになりました。 今年の正月に伊豆へ行った時です。 実和子には、私と恵美子が今日まで夫婦げんか一つもせず、けんたい期もないいつまでも新婚時代の甘さを持ち続けているのを非常にうらやましがりました。 なぜならば、以前に実和子は結婚に失敗して、だから実和子も恵美子だけには負けまいとして、私に対しては涙ぐましい努力をしてくれました。 実和子の今までの経験からして、その円満な夫婦生活の理由が何であるかが分らなかったようです。それは勿論、恵美子の努力の賜ではありますが、一つには縛ることができるということが、私の気持をやわらげ、怒りを静めるのに大きな効果があると説明しても、実和子には納得できませんでした。 しかし理由はどうあれ、恵美子だけには負けまいとする勝気な実和子は、その夜、 「恵美子さんにできることが、私にできないことはないのだから、私も同じようにして貴男の愛情がほしい」 と、せがんできました。願ってもない機会です。 そこで私は実和子に全裸になることを命じました。実和子は水商売に身を置きながら、裸になったり裸体をさらされるのを大変恥しがりました。 けれどその夜の実和子は違っていました。だまって着物を脱いで私の前に目をつむって座りました。 最初から厳しく縛ると驚くだろうから、軽く縛ろうかと私は一寸ためらいましたが、 「ええ、ままよ、紐には不自由しないから、初めから股間縛りにしてやれ」 と実和子を縛り出しました。 私のなすがままに縛られていた実和子も肌に紐がくいこむと、あっと声を出しました。 「恵美子さんも、このように縛るの」と聞くから私は「うん」とうなずきました。 「貴男は悪趣味ね、でも幸福な人だわ、縛られたら痛いけれど、そうすることによって貴男が喜ぶのなら、恵美子さんに負けないように辛抱するから、いつまでも私を離さないでね。けれども、女って敏感よ、絶対に恵美子さんに気付かれないようにしてね、私はそれが一番恐ろしいのよ」 自分は何て幸福な男であろうかと、つくづく感じられた一夜でした。 それからは実和子は月二回位縛って楽しんでいます。 いつかは、写真をとってやろうと考えながら、部屋のカーテンを作る時に残った布地で紐を使わせて、この紐で恵美子を縛ってやるのだと私がいった時、そんな事をしたら実和子に罰が当ると泣いて止めましたが、強引に家へ持って帰り、もっぱら愛用しています。 大変読みにくい文章を、長々と書き綴りましたが、最後にS愛好者の皆様、何事にも自信と愛情を持って進まれることが、幸福への最短距離だと私は思います。 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Translation Notes
The printed Japanese title is 男のサドと女の愛, literally “The Man's Sadism and the Woman's Love.” サド is a period abbreviation for “sadist” or “sadism,” rather than the modern English adjective “sad.” The author's name is printed 糸島博. The supplied romanization “Itojima Hiroshi” has been retained, although 糸島 is more commonly read Itoshima. The article is labeled 「懸賞告白」入選作品, indicating that it was a selected or prize-winning entry in a magazine confession contest. The narrator identifies the magazine only as K誌, transparently referring to Kitan Club. M and S are used in the period Japanese sense of masochist and sadist. The author repeatedly stresses that Emiko is not an M, making her submission an expression of conjugal love rather than erotic masochism in his interpretation. 高手小手縛り is rendered as takate-kote, a binding configuration in which the arms are secured behind the back and incorporated into an upper-body harness. 股間縛り is translated as crotch binding. 海老縛り is rendered as ebi bondage, the folded or “shrimp” position. 猿ぐつわ means a gag, not literally a monkey's bridle. 腰紐 is a narrow kimono sash or dressing cord. 長じゅばん is a full-length under-kimono. The phrase 裏村をするために on PDF page 31 is unclear and may be a damaged or unusual printing. Context indicates that the author submitted photographs as documentary proof or corroboration of his account, but the exact word cannot be confirmed. The expression 本番について踊った on PDF page 35 appears to refer to Miwako being the hostess assigned to his table or turn at the cabaret, not to the later sexual meaning often associated with 本番. 水商売 refers broadly to nightlife and entertainment work, here specifically employment as a cabaret hostess. 南 is Osaka's Minami entertainment district. 日本橋筋三丁目 is Nipponbashi-suji 3-chōme in Osaka. The café name appears to be グレント, provisionally romanized “Grento.” The original openly provides a café location and telephone number for contacting the author. These details are preserved because they are part of the historical article, although the establishment and number are unlikely to remain current. PDF page 37 contains only the final continuation columns of this article at the upper right. The remainder of that page begins the unrelated article 「十三人の女死刑囚」 and has been excluded. Uncertain readings: - PDF page 31: 「裏村をするために」 is the apparent reading, but the term is unclear. The sentence evidently says that portions of Emiko's bondage photographs were submitted privately as proof or corroboration. - PDF page 32: the phrase describing the number and arrangement of Emiko's braids is slightly blurred; it appears to say she wore her long black hair in two braids. - PDF page 34: the caption beside the photograph appears to read 「赤信号」, referring to the automobile bondage episode, but the small print is faint. - PDF page 35: 「本番について踊った」 is legible but idiomatically ambiguous in the cabaret context; it has been interpreted as Miwako being assigned to the narrator as his hostess or dance partner. - PDF page 35: the nightclub ranking appears to be around fifteenth among four hundred hostesses each month; the exact phrasing is somewhat compressed by the column layout. - PDF page 37: the café name グレント has been provisionally romanized as “Grento”; it may represent a different foreign spelling. - The family and lover names 恵美子 and 実和子 are rendered Emiko and Miwako. 実和子 could admit another reading, but Miwako is the most likely. Missing or illegible text: - No complete substantive paragraph is missing from the inspected article. - A few isolated characters on PDF page 31, especially in the sentence explaining why photographs were submitted, are not reliably legible. - Minor punctuation and kana distinctions in several narrow columns are indistinct, but they do not materially interrupt the article's narrative. - The article continues from PDF page 36 into the upper-right columns of PDF page 37; that continuation has been included. The new article beginning on the remainder of PDF page 37 has been excluded.