The Beast Yapoo I: Novel of Post-War Japan

One of the oldest and best known Japanese femdom movie labels is Yapoo's Market. A lot of people don't like it because often the dominant theme is scat. Such a shame. Yapoo is much more than that. But first: the origins.

Yoshimasa Murakami's illustrations for "Yapoo, Human Cattle."
2013 Exhibition at the Yayoi Museum, Japan. (Image: Japan Two)

Unfortunately Japan is as much an island with its own splendid isolation as the British Isles are. Sources in English are hard to come by and the Japanese language remains a formidable obstacle. That makes information difficult to unlock. It's why this post relies heavily on a limited number of sources. Don't ask me how much progress I've made studying Japanese, because it's actually zero. Despite that I delved into the phenomenom that is Yapoo.

Yapoo's Slave Taxi - One Way Only

Imagine a minivan cruising the streets to pick up slaves. Of course mistress sits in the front and the slave is chained in the back. Wouldn't that be wonderful?

Make yourself comfortable boi. The real fun is only later
(Screenshot: Yapoo market venus semi documentary YMVD 006)

What I love about kink is that it is weird, wicked and daft. It doesn’t make any sense at all, yet it also is a neverending source of happiness and joy. The contradiction between the first two sentences shows just how much I enjoy the contrasts that come with femdom.

The Beast Yapoo III: Translation in Progress

The Beast Yapoo has been translated in several languages, but not English. Finally someone has made a start with it.

If you look at the cannon of BDSM books, three books stand out. First there is The 120 Days of Sodom written by Marquis the Sade, the words sadism and sadists are derived from his name. Then there is Venus in Furs a novella written by the Austrian author Leopold von Sacher-Masoch, the namesake for the word masochism.

The Beast Yapoo II: Absolute Existence - Mistress Naomi Asano

Naomi Asano is the founder of Yapoo, the legendary Japanese femdom video label. A repost of two lengthy translations found elsewhere that capture the essence of mistress Naomi's philosophy. Hint: it is not about boy worships girl. It has something to do with human cattle.

Few mistresses will ever rise to the level of femdom royalty. No need to be famous. There is a simple reason for that. In the end it is all about the woman - not the domme. Only a few women – not dommes - have what it takes. I once met one of them. Don’t know if slaves are allowed to be happy. If not I’m the world’s biggest sinner. She left her mark on me, forever – on the inside that is. No-one will ever know – how poetic – just the two of us. Then again, it’s the inside that counts, don’t you agree?

Yapoo's Slave Taxi 2.0

Not only lady Daria's Warsaw prison is being upgraded, over 11.000 km away (driving distance) so is Yapoo's slave taxi. Back in 2016 it was a minivan that picked up slaves, and transported them - all lock, stock and collar - to their destiny. Looking back on it, it feels a bit like the hotel California. We all know what happens when you check in there.

Yapoo is a label know for it's scat videos. Personally I feel the risks are to great so it's not for me. Doesn't make their videos any less fascinating. Not because of the scat part but because they're original, brutal, creative and clearly lots of fun for the mistresses involved. As for the slaves, I guess many slaves regret the violent clash between fantasy and reality after their head was locked under mistress' caviar chair.

A True Rebel Drinks Champagne

Earlier this week I wrote about a minivan cruising the streets and picking up slaves. Fact or fiction, it does not matter. It is a good illustration of just how crazy kink can be. Not that you hear me complain. In the words of Dutch painter Vincent van Gogh: “Normality is a paved road. It’s comfortable to walk, but no flowers grow.

The creative act is a letting down of the net of human imagination
into the ocean of chaos on which we are suspended,
and the attempt to bring out of it ideas.
― Terence McKenna

The Yapoo movies where I got the idea from are full of stuff that is not average. When it comes to kink I am curious about a lot of things. In a world increasingly governed by corporations that tell us the one twue path to happiness is to consume more and more [usually of the same] my kink feels like a guilty pleasure. It certainly is something they disapprove of. Corporate responsibility for the world we live in and so on. Note how big business is buying up land to legally grow marijuana.

Domme School and the Art of Humiliation

A few days ago I wrote about a woman, unlucky in love, who attended a class on “dominatrix training” Dominance and sadism both contain physical and mental elements. Part of the latter is a penchant most mistresses have for humiliation. As usual, I don't

Guidance is priceless, especially if you don't want to be there (Image Yapoo's Market 58, YMD-58)

Consciously or otherwise we all have a list of rules when it comes to kink. For me, one of them is not to impose my preferences upon others who do not appreciate what the dark side has to offer. That means public play is out of the question. Why shock people with what they cannot possibly understand? Ask for other people’s acceptance also means accepting their preferences. Another big no concerns privacy. I’m curious about a lot of things but I do not want kinky fun to spill over – negatively – into the rest of my life. Both rules are part of why I shy away from humiliation. I honestly do not know what I feel about the whole thing anyway. Sweet and sour at the same time – as in the majority of my kink – most likely.

Japanese Mistress Bible

And yes another blog recommendation, but only if you can ready Japanese. [Working on it, working on it. I'll start any moment now.] [1] [2]

Raw power. Can I be your Forest Gump, my queen? Please? (Image: Kitagawa Pro, found on Buchi)

Back in early 2017 Ron mailed me about Yapoo's Market and queen Naomi Asano and her vision on femdom and BDSM. Included was a link to a Japanese blog about the historiography of Japanese femdom video work in the past 20 or 30 years.

The scans on the blog are from old "Mistress Bible" magazines as far as I can understand. But I can't read the Japanese Interview of our Femdom Amaterasu Naomi Asano, nor feed a translation program with the Japanese script, Ron concludes.

Wonderfull Goddesses & Majestic Curves

We men are genetically imprinted with a love for the female body. It nowhere says bones in a bag is the only acceptable preference. And don't even think about putting on a sexy outfit. 

Jhonni Blaze (Image credits unavailable)

Grace Jones is scary. Serena Williams is ill-suited for advertisement and I am not allowed by the femdom police to have my own preferences. After being a good boy all year, the last post of 2015 is an act of defiance.

Apparently the only female bodyshape I am only allowed to lust for and worship is bones in a bag. On top of that the femdom police has decided that any kind of sexy outfit, let alone fetish attire is out of the question. Not even if the women like it themselves. We all know the femdom police exists to make everybody as miserable as possible, mistresses and slaves alike. Good thing you can catch the femdom police of guard around New Year's Eve. They're probably drunk since Christmas.

Namio Harakuwa, Japanese Femdom Illustrator, Passes Away at Age 72-73

An early drawing from the 1960s or beginning of the 1970s by Namio Harakuwa for the magazine Kitan Club. (source: Kinbaku Today)

Mr. Harakuwa (春川ナミオ) was born in 1947, shortly after the end of the Second World War in Osaka. His artist name was made up combining the name of film actress Harukawa Masumi with an anagram of the name Naomi. A Fool's Love (痴人の愛) is a 1924-1925 novel by Japanese author Jun'ichirō Tanizaki (谷崎 潤一郎) with Naomi as its sadistic heroine. [1] [2]

Air Neocorona

[air as in airtist]

Mile high club femdom style. [Image: Neocorona]

After Castlevania season three popped up on my BDSM radar, I frowned. Rule 34 inevitably scares me. After which I did a little online research. My blog's readers deserve the best. Clearly Google is a man because the search engine gets it wrong more often than not.

'My Life as Inukai-san's Dog'

犬になったら好きな人に拾われた。

Rika Darren and her dog at the Folsom streetparade 2003

What can be more innocent than a girl walking her cute canine? Welcome to 'My Life as Inukai-san's Dog.' The story goes something like this: high school boy turns into a dog. Don't ask, some things just happen. Luckily, Inukia-san, she is his highschool crush, takes him in. Owner and owned live happily ever after. Why wouldn't he? As they come home, Inukai takes her pet with her into bath. This is where you're supposed to shout: objection, your honour. Or not.

Pssst, Wanna Buy Femdom Shampoo?

For those who miss Tumblr, there's now an alternative. BDSMLR is a copy of Tumblr, only less sophisticated. It's where I found this image. Despite the fact it's an ad and not a femdom image, the women in red ooze femdom. Looking at their hair, their probably from a different planet, perhaps the Empire of a Hundred Suns from the Yapoo novels.

A Domme Is Not An Evil Overlord

Obviously "Overlord" is the vanilla equivalent of the Other World Kingdom (OWK). For those ladies and gentlemen that are pure of heart, please ignore.

What comes next is a long story. Did Dutch learn anything? I vaguely remember rule 33 dealing with formal occassions. And something about hot leather outfits, cool! Enter mistress Saint Lawrence [first on the left] - supreme sadist with a heart - and friends.

Clearly I was onto something when I wrote about the new 007 née James Bond. And no, Gillian Anderson doesn't get the part. Literally lost in translation is the fun of the baddie torturing Mr. License to Kill, allowing him to escape before serious harm disables him. Very soon that license will be transferred to a woman and nobody who's into femdom understands the point of making a female slave suffering for her master. There goes the franchise.

Can't remember how I stumbled upon it, but some people do have a lot of free time on their hands. Not one, but two people simultaneously started compiling a list of major pitfalls to be avoided if you want to live happy ever after as an evil overlord. And because I crave to serve, I humbly translate 11 of the best for those mistresses we all worships and obey. Nothing else we can do, once we fall under the spell of our Infallible Overlady. Or is there?

The History of BDSM - Blog Recommendation

Venus in Furs, published in 1870, is an anachronism, or so I thought. Throughout history there always have been submissive and masochistic men but I assumed, that, apart from a few practitioners, the majority of them only gave in to their peculiar desires over the past few decades, mainly due to higher living standards and a more tolerant and liberal society. Somehow it's hard to imagine a troglodyte risking his life bringing home the dino bacon, only to receive a spanking, cause mistress ordered pterosaur eggs.

Before they invented the whip, they had clubs (and Lego I guess).
I feel sorry for Mr. Troglodyte already.

Mistress Sidonia's Champagne Gag

Gags and mistress' champagne go surprisingly well together in a deliciously devious and highly creative English Mansion video clip.

Happy mistress, happy slave. Femdom at its finest at the crossroads of creativity and wickedness.

It's always risky to confess your love of gags, even if you need them purely for practical reasons. People immediately begin whispering just how suspicious it is, Dutch writing posts featuring images of gagged female submissives, even when it's appropriate writing an article on quack science and women wearing gags. Gags also look better on female submissives. And no I'm no closet male dom, it's just that we men are the uglier sex, which also means we are the lucky ones.

Leather Goddesses of Phobos

Teenage boys and their feeble minds 

Any relationship to Yapoo's Empire of One Thousand Suns is purely coincidental. [Or so they want us to believe.] 

Where's all that leather that you promised me Doc.?

OK, Christmas Eve. I've kept you waiting long enough. And no, you cannot fold a leather goddess under your Christmas tree. That's blasphemy squared. So what am I talking about?

In 1986 Infocom released a computer game called Leather Goddesses of Phobos. Sex sells, leather too and goddesses even more. Trust me on that last one. Wonderful Goddesses are the best! Happy Christmas! So what's the game about?

'The year is 1936, and suddenly the protagonist is abducted by the Leather Goddesses for the final testing in the plan which will enslave every man and woman on earth. These Leather Goddesses of Phobos are just finishing up their plans for the invasion of Earth. If the hero fails to escape and save humanity, the Leather Goddesses will turn the Earth into their pleasure dome.'

Clearly it cannot be Christmas everyday but why did that not happen? Bummer. Despite that Leather Goddesses of Phobos is hot, hot hot. Hot I say. How hot? Just look at the screen print below. 

Don't be disappointed. Remember how hot literacy was in the 1980s?

It's a bit like the Doctor (Who?) boasting how a library full of books is the best weapon in the world. Whatever Doc, where are my Leather Goddesses Overlords? The alphabet is not sexy, useful but overrated at best. I'd love to say happy christmas everybody but I'm still waiting to be enslaved by them Wonderful Goddesses aka Martian Creatures. [11] 

Again: where's the leather?

Disappointed? Don't be. Read my [Leather] Goddesses New Years Eve update.

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[1] Speaking of the Doctor. Thanks to the first female Timelord [2] ever, I finally figured out the true meaning of the Tardis. As usual: more on that later. I just had to do that. And no, the Tardis is still not being made by Ikea.

[2] As seen on TV, Technically Doctor Ruth comes before Jody - Wacko Timetrash - Whittaker.

[11] Those Wonderful Goddesses are not Martian Creatures to be exact, you say? Because Phobos is a moon orbiting the red planet. Do I look like a rocket scientist? Who cares. Don't you have anything better to do, liking harassing the Grinch with all that mumbo jumbo?

Kinky New Year's Resolutions 2015

Most people make New Year's resolutions. I did away with that a while ago. The time to act is always now. However I thought it would be fun to have some femdom and BDSM related New Year's resolutions.

The Handmaid's Tale Is For Real

Dystopia arrived while you were sleeping

Gilead, Yapoo, without the freedom to choose there is little difference.

It never made sense to look at the past as today's arbiter of everything. As time moves on, the world changes beyond recognition. There are no similarities for the digital age, so why look for them in some trogladyte cave?. Search for the answers in the here and now. Besides, nobody is omnipotent or all-knowing, past, present or future.

Twist 'n' Shout - Toilet Paper Edition

Public service announcement from the country that brought you Yapoo, the human furniture. 

When mistress' best use for you as her slave is that of a human toilet paper holder, you either need to upgrade your slave skills or your mistress.

Whether you like it or not, the 50/50 happiness rule also applies to femdom even if you pride yourself on being the most submissive creature on the planet. In the end, your suffering and devotion must have positive meaning.

Enter the realm of boredom. Mistress may love it to dress you up as a prop and discard you, but if your only thought - even with nipple clamps on - is one of boredom, the game is up.

Suffering, submission, selflessness and devotion are all emotions that can bring about happiness, one way or another. Boredom is the absence and opposite of emotion, positive or negative. The only lesson it teaches you is to move on sooner next time.

Don't ask me about the difference between boredom and bondage, it's a question I cannot answer. The best I can do is to explain that to me boredom equals loneliness while bondage symbolizes two people, mistress and slave both surrendering part of who they are in a most complicated manner. If all of this confuses you, no worries, it's cocktails by the beach time for uncollared slaves like me. Loving it.

It's just that today's image resonates with me for two reasons. Those few precious seconds every single day when you are allowed to serve must hurt like hell. Usually that's part of the plan. It's also boring as hell, something even the femdom police frowns upon. Time to up your game.