SAKURAKO

How are you enjoying the Relay Column? It's Sakurako, I've been looking forward to my turn! The theme is 'the most emphasis or importance I place in sessions.' I think there are many important points for us to have a good session as we meet only as S and M.

One of the most important thing for me is 'balance between satisfaction and dissatisfaction'. Of course it's not good to have so much dissatisfaction, but don't be too satisfied.

I think a little bit of bargaining will be a spice when we come to each other, hiding nothing. The feeling of control when you grasp all of your wishes, and toy with your feelings at my will. Your gasping when you are given the supreme pleasure as a reward for your hard work, and your most pitiful expression when your expectations are betrayed. I'm sure it's the same for you and me to do BDSM for such a consuming moment.

My ideal BDSM should have a 7: 3 balance. Of course, it may change depending on the slave, my mood and the situation. What is your ideal balance? It might be fun to try and find out through various plays with me, right?

Hello, everyone reading the relay column ♡ How are you? It’s Sakurako, the youngest and naughtiest. “Are there any books, music, movies, art, etc. that have impressed you about BDSM?” Impressed, maybe a little different, but there is one story about me and a painting.

The first time I saw it for myself was in the sixth grade. It was in the Uffizi Gallery in Florence, where I went on a trip with my grandfather and grandmother. Sandro Botticelli's "Pallas and the Centaurs," Even if you don't know much about art, you may have seen that famous picture in a photograph at least once.

A figure of the goddess Pallas, holding a great spear with an axe, grasping the hair of a centaur, a symbol of violence and carnal desires. It's the one that warns against foolish beastliness with reason.

...but I had no idea of what the description said in English, let alone Italian. At that time, I just thought “a sexy woman is grabbing a man(?)'s hair! Looking good! Kinda hot!” LOL

Back then I was like a teenage boy, “I love naughty things!” I even asked my grandmother to buy some postcards for me. However, I was somewhat embarrassed to buy just that painting, so I also asked for another one of a non-erotic painting as camouflage. LOL.

The second time I looked at it was last summer. I had completely forgotten what happened when I was in the sixth grade, but as soon as I saw it, I vividly remembered it.

When I was in elementary school, I would never have thought that I would be doing the same thing like the painting years later. Looking again at my current situation, the expression on Goddess Pallas' face, which looked flat back then, seemed to be gleeful in some way, and I had a feeling that the centaur had a familiar expression on his face that he doesn’t like it but he can’t fight back. LOL

How interesting is it that the things I thought wonderful at my early age are happening to me as an adult, in such a concrete way? I wonder what I'm going to think the next time I see that picture, since my impressions change depending on the circumstances and emotions when I look at it. I'm very excited about it now.

Good day to you all. This is Sakurako,lost in my delusion again. Well, the third theme of the relay column is "What's your ideal dungeon? People see me as a romantist but actually I'm not at all. I love dreamy situations such as castles and dungeons. But it's the moment when "reality" and "BDSM" are connected. Because I love to feel that moment, here in this place where I live, within reach of my hand, beneath me, you look up into my face...

It would be ideal to always have a partner with whom I can share a BDSM relationship in a realistic and easy to imagine "right here and now". So, it's hard to say, but I think the ideal place to be is "where I am". At home, on the road, in the car, in the bar or the hotel, in the flower garden, in the castle. You know it's the best place to be just because I'm there. LOL

If I have to say it, it's Tokyo. For example, the cafe in Meguro where I'm writing this. I steal the eyes of the other customers and spanks the useless minions from under the table. You plead for forgiveness, desperately trying to keep your voice down in pain. The look on your face is feels good to me as you fears that you will be punished more when we get home... I want that kind of thing, I do. I know this is a little off the mark, but I can do BDSM without a whip or a rope, and honestly it doesn't matter where I am.

Good afternoon to everyone who reads the relay column. This is Sakurako, the little devil who lives in your heart. LOL.

This time's theme is "Hard play for you", and boringly, I can only think of one answer to this theme. It's the typical "hard play is to do all I can to make the slaves go beyond their limits." It's natural that each masochist has his or her own limitations, and it's part of the fun of BDSM to explore and find them. ...but I'm sure the same answer is on some BDSM magazine, and I'm also sure some dominatrix is saying the same thing. I felt I don't want to answer such a boring thing, because I may look honest but I'm so twisted. Therefore, this is a little off the point; if that is my perception of hard play, then I will talk about "play that feels the limits of "myself" and breaks through them".

It's about humbly learning from a masochist who I find it difficult to share the values with. Of course, since I'm a dominatrix, there are some things I don't need to understand, but since you've come under my wing, I want to reign supreme to the fullest extent in a world where the slave thinks it's the best. However, because I am still learning, there are times when I am not able to ride well when I confront with their particular fetishes, values, and worldviews that are difficult to understand. I don't want to simply follow what they tell me, and it's very important and difficult to figure out how to get a sense of their world and make it my own. It is hard play in a way, with a worldview that can't be ridden.

However, when I get a knack for triggers and ways of thinking, it's magically easy to slip into. I try to approach myself in a variety of ways, but I don't know what the actual impetus is until I've done so. I feel that the hard play was highly satisfying when I suffered from "not knowing" and was able to reach "understanding." I would like to continue to increase the number of "understandings" in the future. If you think you are the slave, please come and bump into me head-on. Let's play hard, shall we?

How are you doing, everyone who is reading the relay column? It is Sakurako who is enjoying her home life to the fullest. My room is a very happy, happy space filled with all the things I love, so being at home isn't really bad. I had remote tea parties with friends, embroidery, cleaning, etc.

I can sleep a lot more than ever before, so my skin is actually glowing. I'm going to share one of my photos with you. Every day in this bed, surrounded by teddy bears, I fall asleep remembering the good times of the day, the bad times of the day, and all your infatuations.

Slaves may have too time on their hands so they send me photos of homemade food, gardening, and some photos from their past which I don't really understand. LOL. It's true I miss you, but I'm sure you'll be able to see things at times like this. Besides, the end is sure to come one day.

Doesn't it feel great to ejaculate after you've held back from masturbating? Just think of it as a no masturbation period and wish for your beloved domina's health, and that's just perfect! Oh, and while we're not meeting, the order I gave you before is cotinued. You'd better watch out for them.

Good day to everyone who reads my relay column. It's Sakurako, and I'm not a big fan of music. No, it's not that I'm not familiar with music at all, because I attended piano lessons for a rather long time, from the age of three to fifteen. 

I can still play if I try hard enough, and I can read music without difficulty. However, the reason why I am not very interested in music is because my memories of learning the piano are not very good. 

When I was three years old, I heard I asked my parents to let me learn to play the piano, but after a few years, I didn't even remember that, lol. When I was in elementary school, my friends around me were playing, so why couldn't I play? Why are you still bad at it when you were the one who wanted to lern? 

I remember practicing while crying because I felt like I was constantly being chastised from behind. I didn't know if I was frustrated that I couldn't play, or sad that I was being blamed, or what. I think I could barely hear the piano. Back to my theme song, when I was 14 years old, I chose Chopin's Waltz No. 1, "The Great Round Dance" for my recital, which I had always loved.

It's a wonderful, light and gorgeous piece of music, but it was rather difficult to play and I struggled a lot.

https://youtu.be/rFk54kxg6ns

 I hear this song every now and then, and while I think it's wonderful, it also brings back bad memories. I love the song, but I'm a little traumatized because I got involved in the wrong way! LOL.

Such things happen in everyday life and in BDSM as well. From now on, I want to be cautious so that I can love what I love with only the emotion of love. It's thanks to this song that I was able to prepare myself for that. I hope you'll give it a listen, too.

After much deliberation, I came to the conclusion that I would like to go to France during the Rococo era in the 18th century, get inside the brain of the Marquise de Pompadour, and train the kings and nobles!

The Marquise de Pompadour was the favorite "official concubine" of King Louis XV of France.
The image of a concubine is that she can't appear on the stage, but a "public concubine" is the official mistress of the king of France, so she can appear on the stage all the time. She's loved by the king and gets to enjoy all the luxuries he has to offer. She was loved by the king, and she had him build a number of luxurious mansions.
Rococo style buildings are characterized by their elegance and delicacy, but not limited to buildings, this era was filled with a spirit of loveliness, lightness, and a desire for an unbounded world. Some criticize it as decadent because of this. Elegant, gorgeous, extravagant, frivolous, free, decadent... It's a wonderful era, very close to my ideal.

Madame de Pompadour was very intelligent and had a deep knowledge of art, literature, and philosophy. If you take that and add a 21st century sexuality to it, you have a devil's advocate and a queen in high heels.
SM-like sexual habits and behaviors may have existed for a long time, but in the Rococo era, such sexual habits were not named sadism or masochism, and they probably did not even come to the forefront of people's consciousness.

In France, a country where individual romance is more important than hypocritical morality, kings and aristocrats must have had affairs with various women and performed a huge number of acts. However, the content of those acts must have been mostly the same as in the primitive times, "activities that lead to procreation."
Then I appear in the skin of Madame de Pompadour, and teach their body that there is a way to love and be loved that has nothing to do with procreation.
There is no one else like me, so everyone is instantly attracted to me for awakening their new and exciting sexuality! That's the plan. LOL

It must be a great feeling of guilt to take a naive nobleman who doesn't even know the words S and M and gradually turn him into a masochist...♡!

A mansion that in the suburbs of Paris is actually a property for this purpose. There is a dungeon set up in the basement, completely soundproofed, where you can scream all you want and let it happen.
For my beauty and mental and physical health, I work up a sweat every morning and night with the whip.
The first floor of the building is a luxurious salon. The second floor is my bedroom, living room, bathroom, and toilet.
There is also a room where my live-in servant sleeps. The servants are, of course, kings and nobles that I have trained.
When I woke up to the morning light and the sound of birds, I rang the bell on my bedside table, and the servant would appear.
I can bathe, apply makeup, use the bathroom, and eat without bothering myself or saying a word.

If you mess up in the middle of your service, you will be severely chastised.
Some of the servants I have trained to be M's intentionally mess up so that they can be chastised by me, but such bad servants are immediately fired.
The sedan chair is convenient for going out. It's a kind of palanquin, or rather a box with a chair, with a servant in the front and back, and when I sit down, they carries me with both hands holding the sticks.
I also like the carriage that is pulled by six servants instead of a horse. The female sevants controls the horses' reins and encourages them with the whip.