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Do you remember a time when you could not find anything to suggest that others shared your unusual interests in sex? Then one glorious day you came across something that did? Perhaps it was an article in Penthouse Variations, or an underground comic, or a short story posted on an adult BBS. Do you remember the feeling of elation, of feeling so good you could not help laughing?
These two pics are from a Japanese comic that had that kind of impact on me over ten years ago. It was not the first time I had found something that depicted tickling in a sexual context, but nothing before this showed so clearly a woman cast as a willing partner getting her cunt tickled and loving every minute of it.
The story is very well done, at least as much as I can understand. The setting reflects some fundamental Japanese characteristics in the way it creates an ideal setting in which to depict such extreme forms of sexual behavior as bondage and tickling.
A young man was out walking in the countryside when he slipped and fell, hitting his head and getting knocked unconscious. When he came to he did not recognize where he was.
After wandering through the woods he came across an old house. An elderly man lived there, who graciously invited the weary traveler inside and offered him refreshment and a place to sleep.
To us this seems simple enough. Shades of "Hansel and Grettell" or "The Rocky Horror Picture Show." What is so easy to miss is that a house all by itself in the woods is unheard of in Japan, partly because of the shortage of land but mostly due to the Japanese trait of being extraordinarily gregarious. Shrines do exist in remote locations, but a house this isolated is to the Japanese like a castle in the clouds is to westerners.
The price of living so close together is the almost complete lack of privacy. Nowhere is this more apparent than the enjoyment of sex. If a couple can manage to find some time alone they must not make too much noise, as anything louder than sigh will be heard by a dozen other people. Many of us suffer similar constraints, especially when a raucous bought of tickling is on the menu, but try to imagine how it would be if your neighbor's house were twenty yards from yours and the walls between your are made of paper.
The old man offers refreshments. To the traveler's consternation the refreshments are served by two lovely young women who behave in the traditional submissive female manner only they are completely nude except for a tight fitting rope harness.
Japanese rope bondage is famous for such designs, in which several lengths of rope pass between a woman's legs, pulling tightly against her cunt and subjecting her clit to continuous stimulation. The most common layout begins with a long loop of rope passing behind her neck, the two strands running down in front, between her legs, then working their way up her back while zigzagging around to the front to spread the front pair of ropes, drawing the whole thing tight. The arms are either tied behind her back or held up by a rope suspended from above. In this sequence the design is limited to the waist down, to leave the women's arms free.
The old man rambles on, acting like any cheerful host, while the two women begin to play. One binds the others wrists and ankles to a stout bamboo pole, then proceeds to tickle her cunt with a feathery tool, the kind that looks like a bird's wing. Later she relieves the bound woman's frustration with a wickedly carved dildo. This so arouses the old man that he lifts his kimono and takes the unbound woman from behind. The three occupants of this old house do all of this quite casually, while the young visitor watches in confused disbelief.
Later, alone in his room, the young man is visited by the woman he had watched being tickled. She acts as though nothing special has happened, and offers to have sex with him. The next morning he awakes to find himself in the woods. The house is gone. It, and its occupants, seem to have been nothing more than a dream.
In my opinion the Japanese are less likely than we Americans to distinguish between scenes such as these and vanilla sex. It is just a matter of how spicy you like your sauce. Whether it be bondage, nipple clamps, hot wax, schoolgirl uniforms or tickling, sex is always at the core.
Sandy Beach
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