Jun 21st, 2004 10:11:52 am EST

Brett: I shouldn't buy heavy books just before moving overseas, but Motel Fetish - a great big sucker - was worth it. It's the first "fetish" item I've bought, I suppose.

Hiromi: "'My First Fetish Book'..."

Brett: "..anyway, I e-mailed my fellow panty-fetishist in the USA to tell him about it, and of course he already knew about it. Like I've been saying, I'm not much of one. He probably got an advance copy. So it occurred to me thereafter that perhaps the most perverse thing I've done, far more than buying a book of kitschy vintage panty pictures, was actually to find another fetishist and swap notes. You know, like two flashers talking overcoats, or a trio of peeping toms running down the best and worst shrubbery to hide in. He and I were writing stuff like, 'Oh you did that, too?' and 'Same exact fantasy!' Sure, he has like, 300 pairs of his own and a lifetime subscription to a website, but I was still able to hold my own in the conversation."

Hiromi: "How can you one-up a guy with 300 panties?"

Brett: "I didn't say I one-upped him, I said I held my own. You know I have a fertile imagination."

Hiromi: "You must have supplied some pervy-ass fantasies to balance your one item against his 300. Perhaps we should end this entry."

Brett: "Anyway, he is sort of like a big checklist-version of me, older and far wiser in panty-lore. By listening to him, I can mentally check off how far I've come, so to speak, and how far I have yet to go if I continue in these ways."

Hiromi: "I'm kind of disappointed. I was hoping you'd aspire to be your own kind of pervert."

Brett: "Ok, I overstated that out of some misguided sense of drama. In fact, while talking to him, I knew that I would never, ever be that interested, so he's more like glimpse of a checklist I'll never complete."

Hiromi: "What does he do with 300 panties? Display them? Does he rotate them out?"

Brett: "Well, he enjoys wearing them and masturbating in and with them. Even to that extent, I can't really measure up, but I like doing that, too, now and the-"

Hiromi: "-What's his favorite panty?"

Brett: "Always interrupting..! He likes wide-crotch nylon panties, no thongs whatsoever. He and I are in total agreement on that point."

Hiromi: "Like granny panties?"

Brett: "Not exactly, just kind of full-cut between the thighs. It's just a pleasant deviation in shape from the standard tiny, tight panty paradigm. I'm going to get you some, but I'm worried that the low-cut legs won't allow you to.. you know, pull 'em open."

Hiromi: "I don't see how. If the leg openings are elastic... but I don't know. There's got to be a reason for your panty-thing."

Brett: "Well, I can and have explained the aesthetic appeal, but I agree, the question remains - don't interrupt! I'm getting to that! - of why I'm minutely acquainted with panties instead of breasts or hair or oddest of all, feet. I don't get foot-loving at all. Anyway, I don't know, but at least we're not (examples of horrifying fetishes censored)."

Hiromi: "I'm not saying your fetish is gross, so there's no need to justify it by listing worse ones. I'm just curious."

Brett: "I wonder why I'm not. It just makes sense to me, like how I knew as soon as I heard my favorite band (Talking Heads) that I'd found myself and could stop looking. It was the music that was in my head before I knew what music was, so I knew it instantly when I heard it.. you know? Maybe sexualities are the same. Maybe I was so seriously turned on by my early formative years' feels and glimpses that a seed was planted and it came about thus."

Enough talk; it's getting late, so we have to take this issue to the laboratory now. ;)

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Jun 19th, 2004 8:26:05 pm EST

Brett: We don't normally write much about Japan, but this may complement the “feel” lingering from our Osaka love hotel post, below!

As I write this, I’m on public transport, surrounded by schoolgirls dressed with the innocent tastelessness of Japanese women. An especially stylish girl wears a soft pink golf hat, a puce flowered linen long-sleeved shirt over a thick black lace shirt, green camoflage fatigue pants, and black lace socks under pink strappy heels. The idea is to display their every ounce of style at once, a bit like how women in the Sudan wear all their riches.

Since they dress like clowns, it's easy to underestimate them.. perhaps as some flamboyant kind of vegetable, but the sexual role of these girls is complex!

They are the most desired females in the country, and they know it. Much older men openly stare and jockey for the best angle to see up their school-uniform mini-skirt, but it's not that simple. These girls have matured on a diet of male/male sex comics while boys their age read comics based on capturing and/or abusing them. The girls learn to be attracted to beautiful heroes - men without overt masculinity - and preferably rich ones.

Japan's raging "Lolita complex" is nothing new, but an amusing way to see it is to notice, when the tv camera (rarely) pans their audience, that the concerts of Morning Musume are attended exclusively by men.. not boys, men!

My wife Hiromi is Japanese-American, and she objects to my calling the Japanese pedophiles. She says it’s just a matter of finding different things sexy in a woman. I’ll use those terms, then: Japanese men are attracted to shy, passive, quiet, childlike, vulnerable, innocent, sexually inexperienced females. I think Hiromi would agree with that much.

But I might add that they also have a raging fetish for schoolgirls and panties. You do the math. There's not all that much hair to split, if we're talkin' pubes.

The age of consent is 12 or 13, but prostitution is illegal. Nevertheless, schoolgirl prostitution is a huge business in Japan (great link!) and amazingly free of police intervention, unless a foreign press just ran a story on it. And, if you’re too shy or poor for a real 13-year-old and live in a big city, you can easily buy her panties from a store specializing in "used" girls’ clothes or from a panty vending machine like this one.

Japanese panty-vending is almost legendary, but while a quick websearch confirms it's no myth, many sources are outdated and erroneously confine panty-vending to 1993 in Chiba, the work of three businessmen -- and the article on which these sources are based errs even more egregiously by making the police sound decisive, effective, and concerned! This is a recent photo, and these days it must take far more than three businessmen to satisfy Japanese men's demand for young girls' panties!

Panties are my main fetish, but my fetish isn’t as major as some men’s. I don’t have my own drawer-full, and as a subject of erotica, it's only chief among my favorite kinds of porn – and I’ve never bought anyone’s before. I prefer them on the woman, you know? And the woman loving it and panting to be screwed silly in them.

So as a panty fetishist, I do sense a kindred spirit in the Japanese and sometimes it’s great! I just sent a fantastic local panty magazine to another panty-fetishist in the USA. But, especially with video, it can be tough to find the "good" panty-porn, unladen with various creep-factors.. like, is the girl being used as a sex toy, not a human? How long has she been out of puberty? Is she at the center of so much lame masculine schoolboy-sexuality that I can’t bear to watch?

The way to conclude this positively, I’m afraid, is to think to the future, when we’re not in Japan. I happily imagine the day when we can easily buy dead-sexy panties whenever we want, like these spankin' panties! And soon we'll we have more space to play! She can wear her panties for sex and “kinky time” in a living room, and on a couch!

These days, "kinky time" means Hiromi is collared, cuffed, and chained to the bedpost while I give her a massage or scratch her like she likes; usually we're watching a movie and sharing a cocktail. Last night, she loved wearing the pair of brown, furry cat ears I had commissioned for her. Whenever she bit or scatched, a sharp spank settled her down, and I enjoyed holding her cocktail glass for her and taking her to the toilet and back on a leash. She struggled, but gave in when I suggested she’d rather crawl. A good time was had by all!

She knows that not being allowed to use her hands last night was a prelude for taping her thumbs down next time, and eventually having her fingers taped, too, inside a pair of plush paws. I found a fantastic supplier for fursuiting (you have to go to the Furries for nice kitty wear), but they're currently booked up, and it's not practical to have anything made and then shipped to us so close to our moving date, anyway. The result of restraining myself will no doubt be a sudden buying-frenzy for sexy 50's retro panties and furry kitty-wear when we get back!

In the meantime, maybe we'll pick up some Japanese panties.. to satisfy the urge at present, and for the nostalgia-value later. New ones!

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Jun 16th, 2004 8:18:47 am EST

Brett: I sat up in bed when I heard a noise, and woke Hiromi to show her that a bird had flown into our apartment in the night. You could see it hopping around on the kitchen counter through our bedroom doorway. Instant camping feeling.

A month later, we are finally posting our photos from our trip to the love hotel-district of Osaka! It was an expensive weekend, but we'd just been paid, so on a Saturday morning in May, I filled a backpack with lingerie & leather, Hiromi packed a change of clothes, and we got on a train!

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This is the facade of "Cocoji", the first amusing frontage we ran into. Love hotels often have garish exteriors. We were bound for the most famous, "Gang Snowman's", known for its wild "theme rooms".

I dragged Hiromi into Cocoji's lobby anyway, to look at the room menu; after all, they might have one with vines we could swing from or something! No dice. In fact, boring! We walked into several in this way, and Cocoji was not the only hotel whose rooms bore no resemblance to its exterior!

Teddy bears and fake cartoon windows on a concrete box: very Japan. In Japan, you find cartoons in the most unexpected places, even where people go to screw.

The role of cartoons in Japanese society is a topic of serious research, but this much is definitely true: cartoon-themed rooms (Pooh, Hello Kitty, etc.) dominate in Osaka love hotels. You can pork while surrounded by scores of pooh-bears in more than a few hotel rooms.

Note, in the immediate foreground: a temple; in the distance to the right: the top of a serious-looking hotel; in the background left, the huge silver disco ball that crowns "Belles de Belles".

In fact, this neighborhood is full of temples.

We wandered in circles trying to find "Gang Snowman's", but then we spotted this, the first of a long a series of signs.

And then, there it was.

This big blue thing is our hotel!

The snowman on this side is motorized and "wanted" posters for various criminal & anti-social snowmen are plastered about. So, we finally "get" the name. The theme of the place is a gang of evil snowmen. "Snowman Gang" or "The Snowman Gang" became "Gang Snowman's" in the hands of the Japanese, a bit like how a coffee shop nearby is called "She's Place".

Outside, the price list. There are some "shifts" to bear in mind. It's not as simple as "3 p.m. check-in, noon check-out". You can go with the "Stay" rate, which means "all night", but check-in for this rate is 9-10 p.m. It's the most expensive.


"Rest" means 1-3 hours. It can be done any time, but the rooms will probably fill for the night soon after 10!


The last, "Free Time" is available during the day, essentially "all you can screw" during set periods.


Notice that the prices end in "~". That means that the price is for the cheapest room in the house, which may already be occupied!


Here's one of those "wanted" posters. The snowman/winter theme was all-pervasive. For example, the wall-lights inside were hidden behind snow shovels, fake snow lay in drifts, icicles hung here and there, there were giant fake galoshes near the elevator, etc.

You might be wondering, "What do snowmen have to do with sex?" Nothing, of course. So you might posit: "Ah, this childish decoration is a way of rendering prurience inocuous, right?"


Well, no. It's pretty much accepted that Japanese people drown themselves in cuteness as a part of daily life. They were born to cute and raised on cute and are never asked or expected to grow out of it. Also, "cute" isn't just for children, girls, and young animals, like it is for, say, Americans. So, they don't need a reason. Old men can have a Hello Kitty strap on their cell phone and think nothing of it. It's also not part of their education to seek meaning, so it's just cute, and they really do think nothing of it. Your idea that images or objects symbolize something is what's foreign. It's cute, so it's there. Even when you're showing your woman who's boss!

We entered and checked out the room-menu-wall. Most were in use, so we picked the oddest-looking one available. Near the menu were two "icy" tubes, like phone booths, with a bench and flat screen TV inside, labeled "waiting room". You could sit inside and watch porn if you had your hearts set on a particular room.

After we pushed the button next to our room's summary, it dimmed to show it was taken, and we entered the blacklit elevator. Snowman "Blues Brothers" painted on the doors glowed in the blacklight. At our floor, the doors opened next to a large glass display of Pooh lunch-boxes and other plastic stuff: prizes. The hallway was lit by disco balls. We entered our room (it had a blinking light) and the door locked behind us: you can't come and go, so to speak.

A machine near the door (the one we would pay upon leaving) spoke many things to us as we entered, all in the standard super-sweet girl-voice, and there were slippers to put on.

Pushing open the inner door, the room was exactly what we'd hoped for: insane.

First, the walls were black, but covered with multicolored, mirrored spots, like smeared stars, with a big glass mirror-snowman at one end. All other surfaces were zebra-pattened vinyl. The couch, the floor, and the seat and standing-pad of the.. the.. oh, see below.

There was also a bondage cross on the wall.

Sorry about the blurring; the dizzying wallpaper put my balance off. Not really, but I bet it could have happened if we'd kept fooling with the lighting controls.

Notice that the floor is no exception to the zebra-striping!

Cuffs were at the ready both on this, the huge steel bondage fuck cage chair and on the cross, wrist and ankles. The little rounded thing at bottom-right is a mini-fridge.. a mini-mini-fridge. It would hold 2-4 cans of soda, tops, or maybe one human foot.

Here's "the apparatus" from another angle. We really hit a home run with this room! The little picture on the room menu in the lobby hadn't done this space justice at all.

It would be one hell of a place for some psychadelic drugs, if you could get rid of the two big plasma tv screens showing porn: it was a schoolgirl crying and screaming in pain and fear while being raped. The film had nothing to do with the S/M-themed room - it was simply one of the hotel's 2-3 porn channels. Pedophilia is pretty much the main fetish in Japan, with rape a close second. So anyway, if you don't like your women childlike, terrified, or screaming "it hurts! it hurts!" you might prefer to bring your own porn; there's a VCR, DVD player, and also pay-per-view!

Beyond the bondage-cross and beside the zebra-couch was the door to a rather plain room beyond. Just pink walls, a brightly-lit slot machine, a pink, cartoonish bedspread, a big plasma screen of a teenager struggling with rapists, and the huge remote control that handled every function of the room's lights, A/C, TV, karaoke machine, etc. There was a large massage chair past the bed, too.

So we retreated to the bathroom; note that they didn't quit with the shiny wallpaper! The array of hair, hand, and facial products, razors, combs, toothbrushes was really impressive! The toilet was standard mid-range, with a "shower" feature (bidet, etc.), and within easy reach of a flat screen tv with all the channels.


The poster on the wall above the toilet shows the best rooms available in their hotel chain. A TV channel had the same info. We both wanted the room with the underwater theme (apart from its theme-furnishings, a projector put animated undersea-effects on all the walls), and I wanted the room with an actual cage, but neither had been available. Still, the one we had was anything but boring so far!

The bath was Hiromi's favorite part. It was a two-seater jacuzzi, of course, with plenty of room and the ubiquitous little flat-screen TV above.

Hiromi reallyloved the bath!

As one entered the bath area, though, something strange on the wall to the right demanded attention.

Hmm, these aren't towel-bars, are they? Why is one slanted? And what's that little red sign?

Oh, I see. Gotcha.

Thoughtful sign.

It turns out these little stick-perverts were all over the room-menu in the lobby, but much smaller, and irregularly, but now I'd found one in the room!

We realized that the stick-people function as a sort of room-rating system. A room with bed doesn't warrant any diagram, but a really top-flight room requires three or four to show all the room's special ways to do the deed.. some vanilla, some not!

We hadn't properly appreciated the significance of these little guys when choosing a room, but we were fortunate to have selected a 3-decal or 4-decal room anyway. Ours would have had a little stick-person bound to a cross, a little stick-person bent over in the shower, and two stick people on the playground equipment. I think every room had the shower-handles. Hiromi thought the curving arms for the "aggressors" were especially cute.

I had practically all our gear in my bag - cuffs, hardware, everything. But, with the clock ticking, we unpacked only her collar.

First I took some photos of Hiromi on the cross in a leather outfit, but it was tight and uncomfortable; that put her in a foul mood, so the sex that followed was pretty grudging and depressing.. but we were paying for the room, so we did it anyway and had an "ungasm" each.. teaches me! All was better that night, and all the rest of the photos are nude except for her collar. :P

We tried it on the massage chair first (she in the nice pair of pink panties she now likes to fuck in), but its controls were complicated and the position awkward, so we gave up and I got her off orally on the bed, leaving a huge wet spot on the pillow under her hips. I felt kinda bad for the maid.

We moved to the playground equipment, finding that, like those on the cross, the cuffs provided were super low-quality! They felt like plastic! I can understand not wanting to maintain leather cuffs, but plastic? Their stiff thinness and textured surface were just awful.

Later, we found an instruction page for the big piece of equipment and realized that Whoever had attached the cuffs to the thing put them in bad places; it was next-to-impossible for someone to be comfortably bound to it.

The instructions are kinda funny because of the disinterested expressions of the models - in leotards..! Why the coyness?


Ok, this is goofy, but the zebra-markings and outline of her body looked kind of cool when I mistakenly hit an "effect" when resizing these pictures in our photo editor. :)

We dressed, packed up, and made sure we hadn't left anything behind, and, in so doing, discovered a second bathroom! It was amazing.

A huge, square steel frame stood over a padded set of bars and chains in the center of a mirrored, red-tiled shower room. All this was amazing by itself, but under the "more is more" philosophy, I suppose, tits and such had been painted in places.

It was a shocking discovery, and even after so much weirdness already, it still blew my mind. I took foolish pictures of it for a minute and left feeling wounded that we'd missed it.


The aforementioned disembodied tits.

They come from a "have to see it to believe it" brand of tacky, in my opinion, so here they are, full color. Wow.

The bill was around $120 for one hour, forty-five minutes. It turns out that this was one of the most expensive rooms in the house, and we'd gone over by 15 minutes, each additional minute being charged at a higher rate. I hit the button to request a membership card and one popped out.

We headed to Korea Town nearby for some food and got a second picture of the silver sphere atop Belles de Belles, closer so you can see the bewildering, lit-up psuedo-classical architecture beneath.

Here's the restaurant we settled on; the line was very long, and it was on four narrow floors.

The guy on the right in the layered off-the-shoulder tank-top-thing is not homosexual. I wanted a shot of the crowded ground-floor eating counter, but also caught one of Japan's great weaknesses: unbelievably bad fashion sense. These days, I'm noticing many women wearing gold and silver pumps. With everything.

We considered retiring to the "Adonis Hotel" for the famous Hello Kitty Bondage Room, but realized that we had a poor chance of actually getting it! We decided we'd be happy to try another room at Gang Snowman's, where we now had a membership discount. We bought umbrellas at a convenience store and walked back.

Oh no! It was 10:15 p.m. only 2-3 rooms were available, probably the boring ones!

We took 304. I remember the number because it wasn't on the advertising posters or TV promos. It wasn't that great.. or rather, it wasn't original. When we entered, I was disappointed. A large bed with a cartoon bedspread was in evidence, and the maid had arranged the wrist- and ankle-cuffs at each corner to stretch proudly toward the center, roughly to the dimensions of a Japanese chick.

Other than off-white walls, a projector on the ceiling, a plasma TV showing a dozen old men undressing and prodding a passive teenager, a slot machine, there was this vending machine (vibes and more), appliances, and a thick rack of menus and catalogs. Inside the white-painted wooden cabinets we found wine glasses, tea sets, and so forth, all very nice, but overall, I felt pretty.. well.. disappointed. What about the bathroom?

Holy mother of god!!

It's a huge red vinyl and black steel bondage chair!

I have no photo showing the area, but this thing is simply off to the side of the long bathroom countertop. The chair was impossibly vivid, even though it was tomato-red against the shiny-red-dot wallpaper.

To the left in this photo are the glass doors into the bath- and shower-room, which was as large as the bedroom, with three separate bathing areas inside. Before I had a closer look at that or the chair, though, I had to check..

Yep, same wall treatment in the can. Now let's have a closer look at the coolest piece of furniture I'd ever seen!


Here's a closer look. Note the cuffs at the top and the bottom, the cutout between the spread legs in the seat, and the kneeling pad below and in front of the seat. You can see also that whoever hung the cuffs eschewed the comfy armrests, but hey, I might, too!

Here's what it looks like with a woman in it. She was much comfier here than when locked into the playground equipment. The notch in her seat wasn't deep enough for comfortable use on my part while she was locked in, but it was still a great warm-up for the four-point restraints on the bed! It would be easy to fix that, but it's a lovely bondage & torture chair either way: it looks nice, is comfortable, and raises your sub's tender parts into easy reach! Normally, I'd object to being unable to reach her back and bottom, but the chair was fascinating enough to overcome those reservations!


Now, the bathing area. In the foreground is the lowest area, the floor, with two showers on the right, bath products, so on. This is where Japanese people actually bathe. They sit on a stool, soap, scrub, and rinse, then go sit in a hot bath for nothing other than relaxation. But, this area had the wall-mounted handles, I'm sure. Next, if you climb a step, is the two-person jacuzzi, and on the wall nearby is the ubiquitous tv for all your porno-needs.


The last stop in the bathing room was this platform with a rubber mat propped up nearby. We dropped it, and figured you were supposed to point one of the shower heads at yourselves while you took advantage of the pad. A little fiddling with the controls, though, revealed this:


The horizontal bar above it was drilled through - a sprinkler. So, what could we do? We screwed while being doused with warm water from head to toe.


Looking through the menus the next morning, we found that you could order bondage gear, Domino's, and check out this menu. A car? Looks pretty upscale, huh?


It's a vibe menu.


A big one!


It was almost time to go, though, so we ordered our complimentary ice cream (a maid brought it up) to go with the yogurt we'd bought the night before, and headed out to the Osaka aquarium, where, presumably, every other young couple had spend at least part of the night with one cuffed to a red chair in a shiny room. We'd go back and do it again in different, much weirder rooms - like the ones with bumper cars or a pool - but for just about three times as much money, we can fly to Thailand for stay there for four days! We'll be doing that in about two weeks instead of heading back to Osaka for more nasty furniture, but now we definitely know what to do whenever we're passing through!

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Jun 1st, 2004 5:15:05 am EST

Brett: We're not dead! Hiromi and I are still travelling, so we haven't added any new and interesting toys to "the magic box" lately and probably won't for a while. :(

Perhaps the only report-worthy incident was our trial of the feeldoe, a no-harness "strap on".. sort of a combination of bulb/plug (the end that goes inside her) and dildo-end.

Please do have a look at that link; it's a very friendly little site run by the inventor and her girlfriend! It's also work-safe, since there's no nudity (not even any people), but your boss just might recognize the weird little purple object as some kind of dildo if he or she is standing right over your shoulder. :P

The Feeldoe has ripples near the bulb for clitoral stimulation, and Hiromi did report some pleasure, but it was tough for her to get used to and it did slip out of her a couple times, which was frustrating. I mean, how would I feel if mine came off at just the wrong time..?

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May 6th, 2004 10:20:26 am EST

Brett: Hiromi asked to be a cat for me, so I have been seriously looking into materials, ideas, and costumes for enjoying catgirl play with Hiromi. I love the idea, too! The ears, tail, and maybe taped-down thumbs on top of her basic cuffs-collar-and-panties-on-the-floor style of submission do it for me. I imagine her making little sounds of animal pleasure and purring around my cock, then raising her bottom, whimpering, and sighing with penetration.


Lifting her tail to swat her panties would also be a huge turn-on, as would be having her curl up in various ways, usually to be stroked or scratched, sometimes to rub her panties languidly against something.


Often, though, it would be a great way to be casually kinky - to invite my collared catgirl up onto the couch beside me (an exception to the no-pets-on-the-furniture rule) to watch a movie and yawn contentedly as I held, stroked, and fondled her.


Also, my desire to mildly humiliate Hiromi - or rather to see her give herself up to humiliation for my sake - would be well-tended by feeding her from a dish on the floor (occasionally, but maybe for a whole day or weekend once in a while).


A scratching post could be converted from the standard model of a bondage post, and I would seriously get off on giving her a litter box. I've got ideas for lots of other games.. I hope this will be a fun and sexy way for Hiromi to take pleasure in submission, but at the very least it's a dead sexy variant on lingerie!


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