I was invited a S&M party. It was last December.

That invitation was coming as a snail-mail even almost all of them nowadays
came through the web as e-mails.
I opened the sepia printed good old Catholic-style envelope.

There is a cared just said:
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at #nnnn, xxxx Hotel
on December xx
start 6:00 p.m.

casual attire is fine
please feel free to come and enjoy

party host Mr. A
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To tell you the truth, I don't want to be this kind of session.

You might say I'm sort of maverick like parson, and I haven't had any
closer relationship with other breeders since then I got certain knowledge
of the things.

Although I didn't like such a meeting but the person who invited me and
I were so familiarly close as he knew my snail address, so I couldn't ignore
his invitation. I grudgingly, sorry about saying this, wrote 'be on' reply
in my own hand.

The day, I was there.
I finished daytime stuff, I might add I thought the stuff was main things
on the day, then I strolled down there not taking it too seriously
as the invitation mentioned.

And there is a suite #nnn.

I knocked at the door, twice maybe.
Mr. A greeted me at the door with familiar smile.

I'd like to say I have some experience with some hotel suite, but I've never
been this kind of upscale one. It's actually on different levels.

The ambiance overwhelmed me almost instantaneously,
and I was screaming in my mind, "Oh. My. God... !!"

All of them in the room were fully in dress.

Moreover, the hostess, spouse of the host and actually she is his love slave,
got down on her knees to give me greeting in such a masochistic manner
although she were in exquisite dress.

"Whadama gonna do?" "Whadama gonna do?"

The voice circled in my head.

Antithetically I was in shabby Levi's and just a cotton blue workshirt.

I was so depressed. I was such a ass hole.

I could easily get where there is since I knew the venue:
I should care about that.

To make things worse, I was the only guy who didn't belong his love slave.

I was disrespect for this party.

That was my fault. I put a slight on the host, Mr. A, and all of those
who were present as well.

I could get some relief if I paid participation fees or something,
but this party was absolutely invite-and-treat thing. Mr. and Mrs. A
paid for all of this party stuff out of their pocket, presumably.

There was bunch of hors d'oeuvre such as canape with caviar or truffle,
what I'd never eaten entire my life, but I could not put my mind to eat them
at all since I felt so badly sorry to my attitude and was so depressed.

Mr. A sympathized with me in my trouble and whispered me,
"Thank you for coming today.
I hoped every one should be more casual. Don't you think?"

And Mrs. A kindly goes,
"Yes, he is right. This is you I've expected. Well, care for drink?"
with usual her graceful smile for this piece of ass hole threw
misappropriate manner into such a upscale party.

I understood what they thought.

Anyhow, I saw the two people, S and M, who
they possessed perfect enlightenment.

I was so impressed.

And I thanked my opportunity that I was able to stay on this circle's fringe.
This experience reminded me that again.

Old saying goes, S&M activity is a intellectual playgame
for sophisticated people.

Until then, I didn't go buying it.

But this idea was supremely satisfying.

Are they sophisticated so they interested in S&M thing?

Or, does S&M thing make them sophisticate?

I'm still too young to get that.

Anyway, I thought S&M thing was getting more higher degree and
stable layer, meantime.

For good or for bad, S&M has expanded its the horizons in Japan.

Simultaneously, it's also heightening its level, soars itself.

There was full of grace and mentality, I assure you that you'd never
felt them at mere swing party.

Incongruously, what I thought after the party was not S&M stuff, but I got
some aspirations: I thought I should carry on my business things hard.

S&M party was already established its stable ground as social interaction
in this level of upscale world, there I'd still never been, and provided
mature sensual amusement and pleasure.

"I like ordinary people's S&M, though." I thought, but to tell you the truth,
I was attracted much by the perfume's sweet fragrance and
the cocktail's sweet scent.


Jan. 4, 2000 shadow

translated by Peter Junk