A few years back in Kyoto, on some summer night, I was in a popular bar/club where many foreigners go. No SM themed bar or anything like that, just a normal one. A bit passed midnight, a Japanese couple walked in. The woman, mid-long hair, very pretty face, had a long coat over her shoulders. As they were discretely making their way through the crowd towards the bar, I noticed that she was wearing a dog collar, and the man was holding the leash attached to it. Nobody seemed to pay attention to them.

When they reached a quiet space at the end of the bar, the man took the coat off her shoulders. The woman was wearing a black mini skirt, a white T-shirt, and had her hands cuffed in her back. He took the handcuffs off, made her turn around, and cuffed her back to the bar pole. The woman was left there for a while, with the leash dangling from her collar, as the man was chatting and laughing with the bartender. Everybody around was just dancing to the music, paying close to no attention.

After maybe 10 minutes of chatting, the man made a sign to the bartender and stepped away. The bartender then started splashing the woman with the soda pump. She screamed briefly and ducked, laughing. She was still restrained to the bar pole and couldn't move away, so the bartender reached over the counter and continued the splashing. She did her best to avoid the soda, but the white T-shirt quickly became transparent, and no, she wasn't wearing any bra... When the splashing stopped, she was soaked from head to toe, and as good as topless. She was quite "proud" by Japanese standards, and I must admit the view was quite enjoyable. The three of them were laughing hard, everybody else around was still dancing as if nothing happened.

After the woman had dried up a bit, the man released her from the bar, recuffed her hands in her back, threw the coat over her shoulders, grabbed the leash and led her outside. In the club, party just went on for the rest of the night.

I still don't know which part of this story I find the strangest: the events themselves, or the fact that this all went on almost unnoticed by the surrounding crowd.

I was publicly blamed for sinking the Ehime Maru fishing vessel with an American submarine. This occurred at loud volume, on a train, in Fukuoka, at about 10 am. The angry voice of the prosecution came from a neatly tailored salaryman in his early 40s.

I once had a women grind her pussy on my knee in a crowded train.

It was one of those days where a suicide caused delays on my train line and hence the train was crowded. I was lucky enough to have boarded my train and to be standing in front of a man intending to get off at the next station. Naturally I got his seat and avoided having to feel like a sardine for one full hour. Not being comfortable with looking at people I don't know from 1.5 feet away I decided to count my blessings and shut my eyes for the remainder of the trip.

Within minutes I noticed a soft wipe against my knee. I opened my eyes to see a woman, perhaps in her 30s, half-falling asleep while holding onto the handle above her. As my legs are long they naturally protrude (and rise) quite a bit passed the tiny little seats JR provides us so this kind of thing happens quite often. I decided to put it out of my mind and closed my eyes again. Then again the same touch. I opened my eyes again and as I did she started leaning closer and closer to the point where my knee was not only in between her legs (her long skirt was folded in past the back of her legs) but was actually being mounted by her. She unconciously noticed and started to stand up properly again. Only this time still with my leg between hers.

At this point I was considering my options. As much of a turn-on as this was I felt just a little uncomfortable. I couldn't help but consider what those around me might be thinking, not to mention the fact that I'm married. I must have been thinking too slow because she started up again. She began leaning inwards as she did before and was occasionally having her pussy rubbed against my leg. I was lucky to have my backpack on my lap at that moment as there was no preventing a hard-on. It was a crowded train and even if I were to get up there was no place to go (not that I would stand up with a raging hard-on). All I could do was sit there and be mounted by her. But as time went on I noticed something. When the train made a sudden left turn she should've been thrown to the right but that wasn't the case. Her movements over time weren't sync'ing up with the train's but she was imitating the effects of the train's effect of being thrown from time to time. I studied her more and it was certain that she also wasn't moving at all the way train-sleepers do. It was then that I realized she wasn't sleeping at all.

This was a hentai-onna. Looking at her hand I saw no wedding ring so I figured her for one of those lonely types whose thing was pretending to sleep while riding men. I had seen this once before except it was a man pretending to sleep while crossing his arms and feeling up the adjacent woman's nearest breast with the hidden hand. As gut-wrenching as it was to watch a reluctant woman get groped I didn't feel the way it must've been for this groped woman. All the same I tried to re-adjust my posture to bring my legs in more but it didn't help. She immediately just came in again (impressive for somebody with her eyes shut), rubbing all the while until her station.

This experience reminded me of a conversation I had with a female friend's opinion about why sexual harassment and rape are wrong. She said that a woman whose control has been taken away and has her body used without consideration for her will feels reduced to an inanimate object and that her life loses all meaning. She merely exists. I suppose from a woman's perspective what happened to me might sound similar. A part of my body was used to gain sexual pleasure for another person without my permission or approval. You might say I am a victim but you know what? I don't at all feel violated. I know what you're thinking, "why would he feel violated when he got what most men could only dream of". Weirdly enough it's not that. Maybe because I'm a man and I understand how strong sexual impulses can be I just feel like I was able to help her, even if my participation consisted of just sitting there and observing. If anything I have sympathy for this woman. She must be really lonely to have been compelled to do something like that. I only hope that I was able to provide her with some relief.

once in a nightclub a chick offered to fuck any man who was willing. she went in the bathroom and guys lined up outside of it. at the end of it all, she'd done more than ten people!! that was in the crazy days back in the bubble when people wiped their asses with ichiman notes...