Asakusa is an area of traditional Tokyo dominated by a huge Buddhist temple dedicated to Kannon, the Buddhist deity of mercy. The avenue leading from the Thunder Gate on the main road to the plaza before the temple is lined with traditional shops. Eighteenth-century prints by Hiroshige show that it has changed very little—though in his time I doubt if there were shops selling sexy clothes for tarts and bargirls—or for gir...

“Can’t you make it tighter?” asked Natsuko in a shy little voice, as I prepared her for the evening’s party. “Of course—is that what you’d like?” “Yes—yes, it is.” I undid most of the loops holding the two rows of metal hooks down her back, and laced the shiny black corset even more tightly round her waist. Her body quivered and shook as I pulled the strong black cords as hard as I could after each twist. Finally I tied t...

“ Did I ever tell you about the club we’ve formed in my class at school?” Natsuko asked me one day. “No, I don’t think so,” I said. “Well, it was really my friend Momoko’s idea. You remember I told you about her?” “The girl you sit next to in class, who knows all about bondage gear?” “That’s right! You were paying attention! I wasn’t sure.” The idea that I could not be paying attention when Natsuko told me about her kinky...

I was one of the first to arrive that evening. My host had e-mailed me and particularly asked me not to be late. And, he said, there was no need to bring a date unless I especially wanted to: there would be plenty of girls. It sounded as if he thought there might even be too many! That is the sort of challenge I enjoy, so I made a special effort to be on time. In the room set aside for men to leave their clothes, I pulled...

It was after midnight when I left the hotel bar to return to my room. There were still a few other members of the convention there, including some friends and fellow-journalists attending from Tokyo, and the evening had become very convivial—enjoyable enough for me to forget my resolution to get an early night. The second day of the conference was to begin at nine sharp, and I had a presentation of my own to make. But in...

There are some establishments in Japan called Delivery-Health or Hotel-Health. They advertise on the web and are located in the red-light districts in Tokyo. The shops have a narrow store-front and advertise with neon signs. You go in, they show you cards of available girls who are foreigner friendly and they will find a hotel for you. It is best you have Japanese skills. I have heard of people turned away because they co...

This was my second trip to Japan. The first time I was overwhelmed, but this time I was better prepared. I knew better what to expect and what I wanted to do. On my first trip I was put off by the forwardness of the prostitutes, which was hard for me to resist. I have always had an Asian fetish but I was afraid I would get arrested and wind up in some bizarre Asian jail. None of my research preparing for the trip had incl...

The flight to Japan had been 3 hours longer than planned, but Carrie was unfazed. Even with dark shadows under her eyes, she displayed a carefree, happy smile for all the other exhausted passengers getting off the plane to see. She snatched her small suitcase from a very flustered Japanese businessman, who started bowing and apologizing profusely after realizing his mistake. Carrie remembered what it was to bow and quickl...

1944, West Coast of Japan, The Final Days of The Pacific Theatre of WarIt was a dark night; twelve hours had passed since Williams was separated from his squad. He had parachuted into war-torn Japan, near to a city on the coast of the country. His squad comprised of six other soldiers but he saw most of them go down into the sea, and even one smash into a cliffside. Eric “Tommy-Gun” Williams was part of the US Parachute s...

The perfect night with my boss Two days ago, I had the perfect night with my new boss. I changed jobs in April after a few weeks of personal turmoil (more on that in another story?). I t wasn’t the first time that my boss and I spend the night together, but it was the greatest one up to now. Call me a slut for sleeping with my boss, but I can’t help being attracted to older men. They are so gentle, careful and experienced...

I lived in Japan for many years as a teacher instructing high school and university students for the Japanese government. For much of the time I was the only foreigner in my area. It was not an uncomfortable living. On the contrary, I was set up in an nicely furnished apartment overlooking the university and surrounded by friendly people. In my second week there, I met a young Japanese woman who would later become my girl...

"Hurry up," her mother snapped. Sayuri Watanabe may have been taller than her mother, but she'd never been able to keep up with her when she was in a hurry. Sayuri had never been to this part of Matsudo – she'd never had a reason. Not that it really mattered. It looked like any suburb in practically every other city in Kanto, the vast sprawl of cities that made Tokyo the biggest metropolis on Earth. She'd never been to Ka...