When I started reading your blog, I thought back to all the silly Hello Kitty products I snickered at during my time in Japan. The toilet paper, the ‘personal massager’, the mochi- and takoyaki-makers that brand your food with her little chirrupy face.

I’d actually blacked this one out. You see, I’ve *been* to the Hello Kitty BDSM room in Hotel Adonis. It seemed like a hilarious and must-see destination till we actually got into the room. Then the overwhelming pinkness set in.

Hello Kitty stared resentfully at us from her glass case, over the top of the ballgag placed roughly where her mouth would be, if she had one. The piano, I’m sad to report, missed ever second note. The side wall is now mirrored, allowing one to hate onesself even more personally when one catches sight of one’s reflection.

Still, there is a certain appeal to the idea of making your wife really *suffer* for her Hello Kitty obsession. Provided you can find a Hello Kitty flogger.