How is it that Japanese rope bondage looks the way it does today? It’s time to put my fingers on a handful of historical points that have greatly influenced my approach to sadomasochism. Rope as a material plays a significant role in Japanese history and culture. In the lack of iron, rope was for a long time the material for binding things together. Be it scaffolding for massive wooden constructions, elaborate ceremonial dresses or even prisoners. In fact, tying prisoners with rope (versus shackling them in iron) represents the oldest documented tradition of bondage, called Hojo-Jutsu. None of this had anything to do with eros. 

The way rope came to be married to the erotic world was via the world of art in the form of wood block carvings. Initially, Ukiyo-e flourished in the 1700s to 1900s – this was the art of making coloured paper prints from carved wood blocks. Traditionally, such prints depicted landscapes, cultural events, famous people and war scenes. During the same period, eros was strictly controlled by the hierarchical government (ironically, it still is today in the tightly monitored red light districts and pixelated porn). But whatever you try to repress eventually finds expression, and Shunga, the art of erotic Japanese wood prints emerged. They were often made by the same Ukiyo-e artists but under pseudonyms. One famous artist called himself Seiu Ito who started to depict Japanese horror stories as erotic imagery (‘eroguro’ in Japanese). One wood print showed a woman pregnant with a demon baby being hanged in ropes over a boiling cauldron, waiting to have her belly cut open. In his fascination for bondage, Ito photographed his pregnant wife in a similar position in 1921 and one of the first known erotic rope bondage images was born.

The research of erotic rope bondage continued as technology evolved in drawing, photography, magazines, movies and eventually live performances. All censored and hidden away from the mainstream Japanese public. The people who spearheaded this evolution were often part of the Japanese underground scene in a mix of red light entertainers, porn actors and directors, and the mafia.

The Patterns of Rope

As the Japanese bondage style rapidly developed alongside a flourishing economy during the 1980s, 1990s and 2000s, two main branches emerged. One focused on technical tying which led to the development of suspension techniques and advanced patterns. And  another focused on the eros of deviant fantasies. Both were performative in many ways. They both aim to interact with a witnessing audience – either through exploring the stories of eros or displaying technical patterns and complex positions. The life story of one of my Japanese teachers explains the technical evolution of the first branch. He was making a living from performing rope bondage in Tokyo. Twice a week, he was on stage. Eventually, the audience pushed for more and more spectacular ties. They wanted to see bodies hanging in the air, twisted and contorted. To satisfy demand, he needed to search for many different partners. Sometimes, he travelled to another city and got assigned a partner he didn’t know beforehand, so he needed a foolproof system which always worked on stage. If he were to damage his partners, he would soon be out of business. People noticed his style and began asking to learn about his foolproof system, so he started to teach his patterns. He gave them each their names. and step by step instructions. He even gave certifications to his students. In the end, he had created a school (Ryu). Over the years, many other Japanese masters started to create their own school with their own variations, giving birth to the idea of Japanese rope bondage as a highly technical and regulated practice.

The Eros Of Rope

My own style of tying is more influenced by the exploration of the eros. After I returned from Japan, I studied with a Danish couple called Yukinaga Max and his wife Tina. Max got his name from a legendary character in the Tokyo underground scene, Yukimura (Yukinaga means ‘young Yukimura’), who you’ll meet many times in this book.

Yukinaga could have said something along the following lines: Feeling beautiful, twisted to the maximum, emotionally vulnerable and part of an erotic story. This is when rope bondage turns into art, when it engages an explorative mindset to understand our eros from as many perspectives as possible.

Sitting behind her, she is waiting for me to take the first step. Hands in her lap. I turn them upwards to trace a finger along the sensitive skin of the palm towards the wrists. Maybe she touches me back as an act of reassurance that everything is okay, that she wants this. Then I grab her wrist decisively, firmly, not aggressively. Slowly pulling her arms behind her back, I let her hands gently touch her ass to bring the attention downwards to her sex, away from our hands. With her hands tied behind her back, I’m beginning to wrap her body. Or, as  Yukinaga often said, I push my energy into her. It can be tight and fast, almost knocking the breath out of her, or slow and seductive. Every other wrapping is a paradox between holding and exposing. 

Tying the upper body is the most fundamental technique in rope bondage, and I love this introduction, a handshake, and a getting-to-know-each-other moment the most. This is sacred for me; tying the upper body was the first thing I learnt on my bondage journey, the first thing I teach, and the last thing I’ll probably do.

When I first started studying old Japanese bondage pictures, I was fascinated by the wrapped bodies. In the old photographs, the wrapping was crude, and the rice rope was harsh and thick. With time, the style evolved into something sophisticated—the materials developed into the handmade Ogawa jute I use today. There are many reasons for this evolution. Most of it is functional, making more complicated and potentially dangerous forms of bondage safe enough to practise while maintaining aesthetics and intimacy. It’s also driven by beauty and craftsmanship and challenges one to keep discovering while at the same time honouring a legacy. The bound person will feel the complexity of the bodily position and the carefully decided rope wrapping, which will resonate in their emotional body. It’s a reminder that the person being tied is the heart of the entire bondage experience. Without them as subject, there would be no reason for the session.

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FIRST PARADOX

BEING AND DOING

SECOND PARADOX

SELF-SACRIFICE

AND SELFISHNESS

THIRD PARADOX

SELFISHNESS AND

HOLDING SPACE

FOURTH PARADOX

UNITY AND POLARITY

FIFTH PARADOX

SYMBOLS AND REALITY

FIRST RITUAL

SUBMISSION

SECOND RITUAL

DEVOTION

THIRD RITUAL

REJECTION

FOURTH RITUAL

DESIRE

FIFTH RITUAL

DEATH

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Rituals and paradoxes- the intimacy of belonging in sadomasochism and esoteric eroticism by Andy Buru.

“Take my hand, follow me, be not scared, I got you”

“You do not need another guru, do not follow the man with a beard”- the words echoe in my mind when I start reading “Ritual and paradoxes- the intimacy of belonging in sadomasochism and esoteric eroticism” by Andy Buru, professional Japanese rope bondage practionner/teacher: besides almost being named guru, he indubitably takes a position of authority by publishing himself, and considering the subject matter and that I do in fact have some first hand experience of Andy (double-entendre intended) – should I not be a bit scared and keep distance?

Drawing from his extensive experience as teacher, body worker and personal life, Andy approaches the subject through a set of paradoxes that are defining sadomasochism, or “eroticization of pain and power”. These paradoxes create polarities which sadomasochism explores through careful and compassionate play with the inherent tensions that varies between individuals and the power dynamics of ”dominant/submissive”. The resulting book, a solid block of nearly 500 pages, reaches however far beyond an introduction into bdsm, a guidebook, or a collection of personal reflections.

Instead, the aim is to bring attention on esoteric qualities of sadomasochism, as in the ritualization of sexuality towards enlightenment or union with God/Divine. Sadomasochism, with its inherent polarities, has according to the author a high potentiality to address deeper needs usually associated with spirituality, such as belonging, submission, self-sacrifice, and devotion, which according to the narrative are not promoted in our pleasure-seeking western societies (“joy joy lala land”) that mostly focus on achievement and selfishness, on “doing”. The sadomasochism that Andy presents and cultivates provide thus as a contrast a safe playground to discover or further dive into meaningful and transformational states of being.

So what am I holding in my hands? First of all I cannot hinder to be seduced by the format and structure. After all, the presentation is significant when your topic is rituals, and the writing project in itself is introduced as mystic for the author: a compact volume beautifully segmented all in black and white by the paradoxes that define sadomasochism, visually chaptering the thought in numbered lemmas/verses, accompanying poetic lines followed by a clear, straightforward prose, occasionally punctuated by Andy Buru’s warm humour, at the rhythm of sneak peaks into his very intimate (at times thick and sick) diary. Abstract concepts are both cleverly illustrated and made tangible through illustrations and a selection of tastefully curated photographies taken by the author himself during his sessions, seducing with their raw beauty and display authentic vulnerability.

“Rituals and Paradoxes” is a companion to anyone’s own paths of self-/collective exploration- practical or intellectual. Andy Buru acts as a Virgilius, not taking down seven levels of hell as one might associate sadomasochism to, but truly accompanying the reader on a journey. His written edifice is a temple where the dark meanders of eros find light and love, in which the paradoxes are pillars and a room for rituals are formed/performed, and where the self is absorbed in the community. Pushing the comparison further, one might find that the fragments of experience that Andy Buru shares, at moment heavy and intense as incense, are counterparts of the vibrant paintings hanging in the side-choirs of a baroque church. (The dramatic lives of saints and martyrs, full of suffering and self-sacrifice, are after all early tangents to the world of bdsm).

The Reading of “Rituals and Paradoxes” could be an invitation into a sacred place with many shrines and as such be decisive or it may stay at the level of a mere tour, an exotic sight-seeing of deviancy and perversion, depending on maturity and receptiveness of the reader. One anecdote from the book (or should I qualify it as a votive picture in adoration for the Japanese culture and to which the author is so indebted?) may provide some evidence of the author’s expectations on the reader: a flower arrangement school in Japan, where everyone gets the degree, but you would, by paying proper attention, be aware of if you actually got to the deeper sense or not.

I think that the strength of the book comes from this sensible approach, where the mystery, despite being unfold for us and made available in words, by the end of the day needs to be “felt” as well, or to paraphrase the first paradox, “to be”. Regardless of your previous experience in bdsm or more generally within sex, or your degree of self-knowledge, the book has nonetheless something essential to offer as an invitation to discover or further explore the vast inner universe that is yourself and your sexuality, but also, by making you sensible to the esoteric dimensions involved in bdsm and thus to elevate your practice to a profoundly metaphysical act.

Yes, Andy, maybe I will take your hand, and follow you, I am not scared, you got me.