Dogging #4 by Galanga
The Chikan Fetish - Part 4
By: galanga
Written on June 2nd, 2011
This is Part 4 in an ongoing series concerning the fascinating fringe sexual subculture of the Chikan Fetish. If you haven't read my earlier posts on this topic, here’s a synopsis.
Synopsis of Parts 1-3
A chikan is a man who feels up women without their knowledge or consent, usually in densely packed crowds such as subway cars or outdoor entertainment events. Chikaning is almost always a leg thing since the body is hidden by the crowd below shoulder level, exposed leg skin is a common part of today’s fashions, and thigh skin is very arousing to touch. Chikaning is common all over the world, but it’s out of control in Asian countries, in particular Japan and mainland China. This is because Asian culture conditions females to be sexually docile, and not “fuss” over “little things”, meaning getting a leg felt up on the train. Asian women are brought up to believe that the male libido is not controllable, and have come to regard being chikaned as an unavoidable part of being in a dense crowd. And being a dense crowd is an unavoidable part of life in Beijing or Tokyo.
Japanese schoolgirls are a chikan’s wet dream, as most of them will passively ignore the groping as long as it doesn’t go too far, and as long as it doesn’t get so obvious that she can no longer carry on her face-saving pretence. Also, the Japanese schoolgirl uniform makes chikaning not just easy, but downright inviting, as you can see from the photo below. This photo was taken by an anti-chikan advocacy group that is trying to illicit public outrage to the problem. So far this group has had zero impact, and some of their videos and photos have actually been used on pro-chikan websites.
This cellphone photo was intended to alert girls to their vulnerability to being chikaned
Thus, many chikans will be able to feel up a girl’s thigh full open-handed while masturbating through their pants pocket with the other hand … all the way to orgasm. The reward of orgasm further reinforces the chikan’s behaviour, and encourages him to escalate his tactics with each successive encounter. Chikans usually get in trouble at the later stages of their craft when they make the bold step of taking out their penis, something beyond what the girls are willing to ignore. In some cases where the girl maintains her passive composure despite an exposed penis, they actually try to penetrate the girl under her skirt.
Part 4 – Louie and Wendy
Louie and Wendy are a married couple from Guangzhou, a large city in southern China. They came to Toronto so Wendy could attend graduate school in physics. In China they were part of an illegal sexual subculture – swingers. Yes, in China it is illegal to be a swinger. Interestingly, Chinese society has more contempt for swingers than for chikans. This is because women voluntarily participate in swinging, whereas they simply tolerate the chikans against their will. Louie and Wendy are regulars at a swingers club in Toronto, where I got to know them.
But Wendy and Louie also share a common interest in another sexual quirk, one considered fringe in the western world, but surprisingly common in Asia. Louie is a chikan, and Wendy is a “chijo”. A chijo is a woman who not only tolerates the chikans, but actually encourages them. A woman who gets off on being chikaned. Psychologists say that sexual oppression spawns sexual deviance. And in oppressively rigid Asian cultures, chijo girls, although not nearly as common as chikans, are gaining ground.
Chijo is the Asian equivalent of dogging in the west. Dogging and adult theatre sex are unheard of in China, but chijo takes their place. When a chikan finds a chijo he struck gold. The chijo will keep her façade of innocence and unawareness from the shoulders up, sometimes even reading a book or pretending to nod off, while from the waist down she is continuously positioning herself to optimize her body’s accessibility to the chikan. Chijos typically wear schoolgirl skirts with no underwear, and keep their vaginas pre-lubed. Chijos are skilled at posturing themselves to be penetrated standing up on a crowded subway while maintaining a poker face that keeps everyone else unaware of the fury going on under her skirt.
Chijos are the holy grail of the chikan fetish, but are rare. And a chijo will never let on that she is one, making it even harder for the chikan to find her. In fact, chijos are so sought after that an entire business has been created in Japan – prostitutes that pretend to be chijos, and, given a credit card number, will show up on a specified car of a specified train at a specified time for a specified length of time dressed to look like any normal schoolgirl chikan victim … except that she will be wearing no panties and have a lubed and welcoming vagina. Of course the client is anonymous to the "chijo", so her job is to ride between the two specified stops allowing ANYONE to use her fully. Below is an ad from the website of such a prostitute.
An ad from a prostitute's website where you can arrange for a "chijo" to ride a specific train at a specific time
Louie started chikaning when he started college at age 19 and needed to take the subway for the first time. He would ride the packed Guangzhou subway and target females of any age with exposed leg skin. Guangzhou is tropically hot and humid all year round, so bare-legged miniskirts and shorts are everywhere, all the time. And the Guangzhou subway is packed like sardines all day. In his early chikaning days, Louie was afraid of getting caught, but eventually learned that if the subway car is so densely packed that the girl can’t easily move away, then she will usually ignore a free feel her until her stop, as long as he didn’t “go overboard” (his words). Occasionally a girl will get off the train at the very next stop, presumably because she realized what was happening, but that didn’t make him feel “caught”. Soon he became confident that he could feel up bare legs all day long, and take home with him plenty of fodder for his nightly jerking off session.
By about age 21, Louie was chikaning every day, and found himself needing to masturbate in the subway restrooms before heading off to college. He would start riding the subway about two hours before his first class, enabling him to chikan for about 90 minutes, then he would masturbate in the bathroom lest he be driven to continue and miss his class. His favourite target were schoolgirls because their uniforms exposed a lot of leg, their uniform skirts were easy to get a hand under because of the wide hemline, and schoolgirls seem to be the most indifferent to being chikaned. Louie feels that this part of his life was in every way an addiction. And like all addictions, tolerance sets in. Soon Louie was contemplating taking it to the next level – masturbating WHILE chikaning.
The first time he did it was “too easy” (his words). The target was a schoolgirl and the train was packed to the point where he was pressed up against her. He stroked his penis through his pant pocket very slowly so as to not alert the girl to his actions. With the other hand he ran his finger up and down the side of the girl’s thigh. Orgasm came fast and the semen soaked through his pants. After that, he was hooked. From that point on, orgasm became a necessary part of chikaning.
Louie learned to savour the girls for a while before ending it. With a virtually endless supply of girls, he could get his fill even if most of them bolt off at the next stop. But a turning point came when he watched a chikan sneaking feels off a woman’s leg. He found watching it to be inexplicably titillating, almost as much as doing it himself. Soon Louie was incorporating watching chikans into his own chikaning adventures.
Louie, like most chikans, cut out the right pocket of his pants to facilitate clandestine masturbation. He also developed a knack for “sniffing out” (his words) the most docile girls. As Louie described to me how a typical chikan event proceeds I began to notice an interesting sexual dynamic to it. Louie would start by careful selection of his target, and occasionally by watching other chikans. This is a form of foreplay. His target had to meet certain criteria. First, her thigh had to be exposed high enough that he could get at least a two inch stroke on skin with only the length of an extended arm, and without having to squat or bend. This was rarely an impediment as the Chinese schoolgirl uniform met that criterion. Second, she had to be alone. Louie discovered that an isolated girl is more apt to ignore mild chikaning than one surrounded by friends. Third, he rejected girls with short hair or “western pop star” hairstyles, as he discovered they are also less apt to tolerate chikaning. He found the best targets are quiet, shy, traditional-looking schoolgirls his height or taller riding the train alone close to the door.
The location on the train puzzled me. What difference should it make where she is on the train? The answer hit me when I analyzed the psychology of an Asian chikan target. From an Asian girl’s point of view, chikaning is an unavoidable part of riding the subways. Chikaning is so common that women simply resign themselves to its reality. Most chikaning is fairly benign, done with a finger below the hemline. But the more ardent chikans go up under the skirt, as seen in the photo below (this picture was taken on a Japanese subway by an anti-chikan group who post such pictures on the internet). These men rely on the sexual docility of females instilled by Asian culture. A girl near the door has a quick escape route should the chikaning become intolerable. Thus, a girl near the door feels subconsciously less intruded upon than one at the center of the car.
The chikaning was always done from behind the girl stroking one or more fingers of his left hand along her outer thigh while masturbating through the cut-out right pocket. He found that if he was careful enough he could get the finger well under the hemline, and high enough on her thigh that he could feel the texture of the skin change as it goes from leg skin to the more sexual-feeling “ass skin”. Orgasm would come shortly after the excursion under the hemline started. In the majority of cases the girl was never aware of it. In a few cases the girl would shimmy away from him, and in a few of those cases she would say something derogatory to him.
The dynamic that interested me is the apparent psychological mimicking of “sexual surrender”. The finger moving higher and higher on her thigh is analogous to foreplay escalating to overt sex. Setting up and positioning the finger near the hemline is analogous to positioning for intercourse. The moment the finger invades the hemline is analogous to initial penetration during normal sex. The gradual intrusion of the finger higher and higher on the thigh under the skirt is analogous to the buildup to orgasm during copulation. Louie found the arousal of his finger’s escalation to be as much of an orgasm inducer as the actual feel of the girl’s skin.
When Louie was 22 he met Wendy, a 15 year old long-legged (that’s what he notice first – no coincidence), beauty with boyish baby face and a super-sexy body. Wendy liked Louie immediately, and she became Louie’s first girlfriend, legal in China as the official age of consent is 14. Louie hid his chikan habit from her, yet Wendy felt something about his character that was very different, very sexual, very exciting.
But Louie was Wendy’s first boyfriend, and Wendy’s naiveté and strict cultural upbringing prevented her from initiating discussions about sex. For months, Louie was afraid to bring anything sexual up with Wendy for fear that she might “hate him” (his words). They had sex the first time two months after they started dating. Before that they’re entire physical relationship involved kissing and holding hands with the occasional feel up of Wendy’s leg or breast. During that period Wendy never reciprocated with any sexual aggression of her own, but was simply “there”. Even during kissing Wendy didn’t kiss back, but merely opened her mouth to accept Louie’s tongue. Louie struggled to avoie being sexually forward with Wendy because he liked her and didn’t want to “scare her away”. He joked to me that during that two month period he “got more ass from chikaning than from his own girlfriend”.
Ironically, Wendy wanted Louie to get sexually aggressive with her, but her traditional values prevented her from letting him know that. So back and forth the head game went. Both wanted to get deeply sexual, and both avoided letting it known to the other. Both were virgins, and this was the first relationship for both of them. And they both lived with their parents, so they never had any real time to be alone. In the meantime, Louie ramped up the frequency if his chikaning, and became more daring under the skirt because of the “frustrations” of being with Wendy.
Sex started with them in a flash. They had left a movie and he was walking her home through a park. They stopped by a fountain to make out sitting on the fountains ledge. It was a very dark night, and rare because no one was around. Perhaps it was force of habit from years of chikaning, or maybe it was driven from pure horniness, but while they were making out Louie’s hand ran up her leg, under her skirt, and just kept going until his hand was squarely on her butt cheek. Louie thought “oh shit, she will now hate me” as soon as he realized his inner chikan had molested her leg.
Much to Louie’s pleasant surprise, Wendy’s reaction was to gasp, push her hips up the air, and slightly open her legs, as if her pussy was reaching for an invisible penis. Her reaction was as reflexive and uncalculated as his excursion up her leg, but that’s all the sign he needed. He immediately stood in front of her as she sat on the ledge, and pushed his hips between her thighs. He began firmly pressing the bulge in his pants harder and softer against her panties. Instantly, and perhaps just as subconsciously, Wendy reclined back onto the ledge and emitted a tiny whimper. He said in 90 degree weather and through her panties and his pants, he could feel the heat of her vagina.
On about the fourth or fifth push against her he felt one of her legs curl up and wrap around his waist. Every time he pushed forward he felt her hips counteract with a push of their own and her leg tighten against his back. Louie looked at her face and noticed her eyes were not looking at him but were looking back towards the fountain. Her head was also cocked back, and her arms were stretched above her head as if they were reaching for the water. He said Wendy’s face looked either scared or confused. The motions of her body were not in her control. Her spirit was witnessing her body defeat tradition.
Louie remembers he was only seconds from cumming in his pants, and he wanted to feel what “fucking” was like. So with a “now-or-never” attitude, Louie retrieved his erection through his zipper, pulled Wendy’s panty leg to the side, and began probing around with the head of his penis for what he knew would be an opening into her body somewhere between her legs. During his desperate search for the opening, Wendy began non-stop whimpering, her head and eyes still cocked way back looking towards the fountain, as if she was trying to avoid watching what was about to happen. Her arms remained stretched above her head seemingly to avoid any subconscious reflex to help his penis find its target. Louie remembers that all he felt at his penis was very hot, very wet, and very slippery.
At one point Louie remembers his penis felt like it went inside her. Wendy remembers him whispering “oh shen”, meaning “oh god”, and she recalls at that point his penis was sliding up and down between her labia. Louie thought he was fucking her, and remembers it felt “sooo nice”. He remembers thinking “so this is what fucking feels like”, when all of a sudden his penis plunged into “GOD”. His hips pushed forward and he felt his penis go all the way up inside her. Wendy whimpered sharply and her legs began to shiver. Wendy said she felt her “cherry rip open”, and it was “the most horrible feeling in the world”. Conversely, Louie said when he felt himself go up inside her, it was “the most amazing feeling in the world”. In all his masturbation fantasies of what fucking might feel like, he never imagined it would feel like THAT. For a male, that first plunge into a vagina is one of the rare cases in life when reality trumps fantasy.
He climaxed on the second or third pump inside her, just as she cried out “zugou” (enough), but he couldn’t withdraw. He stayed inside her for a few more squirts, then he was able to muster enough will power to pull out. Afterwards, he spend a whole day worried sick over how he might have “upset her” with his aggression, and she spent the same day worried sick about telling him “zugou”, thereby violating the cardinal rule that women should be deferential to the sexuality of men. They avoided each other the entire next day, both fearing the other was going to break off the relationship.
When they saw each other next they started out apologizing and ended up in a long explicit conversation through which they revealed otherwise unspeakable secrets about their sexualities. First, Louie admitted he was a virgin – breaking the other cardinal rule that men should be sexually macho. She admitted he made her horny. He admitted he always wanted to “go all the way”. She admitted she had always been a horny girl. He admitted he masturbates a lot. She admitted she does too. He admitted he’s a leg and butt man. She admitted she knows she has hot legs and a perfect butt. He admitted he’s a chikan. WHAT? Let’s back up a bit.
Between “I have hot legs” and “I’m a chikan” came a discussion about the joys and frustrations of being horny. At one point Wendy said she finds it exciting to be near horny men … and to be the reason they are horny. But, how could that be if Louie was her first boyfriend? Well, because like all schoolgirls Wendy had been that target of numerous chikans in her life. Wendy heard horror stories about chikans, and was initially afraid of them, but had to take the subway every day when she started high school. In those days there were no “women only” cars. Some older high school girls tried to quell Wendy’s fears by telling her things like “oh don’t worry about them … you don’t even feel them touching you”, and “it’s nothing … happens to all girls … just ignore it”, and “don’t be crazy and make a fuss when it happens”, etc.
Wendy was chikaned the first time (or at least realized it the first time) when she was 14, only a couple weeks after starting high school. It was a full-on masturbator. She felt him touching her leg with the back of his hand, and sensed the vibrations of him masturbating through his pocket. She didn’t know how long he’d been doing that. Her reaction was to move away from him, annoying some people in the crowd she had to push through. The second time it happened she was riding the train with a bunch of girlfriends, and the chikan was running up and down her thigh with just his fingertips. She wanted to move but was embarrassed to make a “fuss” in front of her friends. So instead, she pretended to ignore the chikan who took in the silk of her leg all the way to her stop.
Western women have a hard time understanding the Asian mindset, but these cultural influences act powerfully on young girls. One of the girls she was with was one of the girls who warned her not to “make a fuss” over the chikans. All the girls she was with get chikaned from time to time, and are “mature” enough to ignore it. Finally, Wendy was different from other girls. She has long wicked legs, and knows it. Moreover, the government issued school skirts aren’t cut for a girl of her frame, and appear more “mini” than normal on her. So Wendy actually felt guilty for being unusually appealing to the chikans – further motivation to not make a “fuss”.
But Wendy was different in another way. Just after starting high school she found herself fantasizing about being chikaned during masturbation. Fantasies are secrets, and this one she knew she had to hide maybe even from herself, for a girl who actually enjoys being chikaned is several notches below prostitute on the social scale. But the reality soon became unavoidable to her – Wendy gets highly aroused at the thought of men, in particular chikans, using her body for their own gratification.
Through fantasy she could morph the fear of being chikaned into a “fun-house-like” thrill. Through fantasy her mattress, covers, and pillows can become an immobilizing crush of bodies on a subway, locking her in a perfect posture where, cloaked by the drape of her skirt, a despicable pervert has free reign to pump his erection between those wickedly seductive thighs God cursed her with – and all she can do is remain motionless wondering if the next pump will be the one to release it all. And through fantasy she could transform her own lubrication, profuse streaming down her inner thighs from these imagined images, into the earthy remnants of said pervert’s gratification. For a 14 year old budding woman just discovering the fascinations of sex, her secret was a source of unspeakable ecstasy. But for a 14 year old Chinese girl from a traditional family, her secret was one of shame, dared to be conjured up only during the intoxication of masturbating.
At some point before turning 15 Wendy learned the word “chijo”, making her feel even more embarrassed about her secret fantasies. “Chijo” is a terrible word in Japanese, and is just as derogatory in Chinese. Wendy felt embarrassed and confused about her fantasies towards the chikans, and tried hard not to feel aroused by them. But a few weeks before meeting Louie, Wendy got hit on by a chikan. This time, however, she surrendered control to the young woman who drives her nightly masturbation fantasies. As if on auto-pilot, she extended her leg out slightly so the pervert at her backside could get an unencumbered feel of it. She remembers thinking over and over “I’m not in any danger … there’s people all around … and I can pull away from him at any time … oh God what am I doing?”.
She remembers as the chikan’s hand got more and more enthralled with her leg she became so aroused that she actually soaked through her panties. At the peak of her arousal she remembers a strange instinct to bend slightly forward and arch her butt upwards. It was almost as if invisible hands were stretching her lower section to make her legs longer than they really are … or worse – as some kind of primeval offering to the creature behind her to succumb to the ultimate wrongness. She remembers mulling what would she do if she felt his waist invade the imaginary fence at the bottom of her skirt, the prelude to accepting that offer. And to her horror she felt her butt arch up even more just from the thought of it. At that moment Wendy had to accept the revolting reality that she is helpless to the woman who masturbates her at night, the woman who dictates these evil fantasies to her, the woman whose invisible hands are now holding her still, forcing her back to arch, the woman offering her leg to the abomination at her backside, the woman who is using the enchantment of a 15 year old piece of paradise to force the most unthinkable invasion … and this woman is a chijo.
But the chikan’s demise came before the woman succeeded in her shameful mission. Wendy could feel his hand change texture as it sweat from the anxiety of a rapidly approaching orgasm. Through peripheral vision she could see his shoulder shake as he jerked off in his pocket, and watched the end overtake him, fighting to keep his face expressionless … except for a twitching brow and fluttering eye, unavoidable heralds of the potency of teenage thigh skin.
That incident marked four “firsts” for Wendy. It was the first time she watched a man have an orgasm. It was the first time she was the cause of it. And it was the first time her fantasy became reality. Oh, the forth – it was the first time she didn’t feel ashamed about her cravings. Wendy jokingly told me that night she was afraid to masturbate for fear that an orgasm would bring on the shame that she surprisingly didn’t have. But masturbate she did, and, although she was unashamed, she vowed never to “give” to a chikan again.
Wendy broke that vow a few weeks later when she was chikaned again. This time was a carbon copy of the previous episode complete with extended leg, arched back, and butt high invitation. And again, the chikan jerked off in his pants, but this time the chikan felt her up blatantly, and made no attempt to respect the boundary of her hemline. And after he was finished, he stayed behind her and continued feeling up her leg, although not nearly as vigorously. All other chikans step away from their target when its over, but for this one, even though the immediate desperation was released, he kept storing up more and more of her, knowing the desperation would eventually come back for him. Afterwards, Wendy was left with the unsettling realization that this chikan knew he found a chijo. She wondered how visible her affliction is, and again vowed never to “give” to another one.
Nevertheless, she frequently found herself subconsciously posturing her body in an appealing “target” stance wondering if there was a chikan on the train aiming for her. She did something only Western schoolgirls are known for – she hiked up the hemline of her skirt. It was just one inch, but it meant that a chikan would have one more inch of skin, and get one inch closer to the ultimate intrusion. And she masturbated every night to those same fantasies, now modulated by a taste of reality.
Wendy kept her promise to herself, but only due to lack of opportunity. She knew that should a chikan get behind her, she would give whatever he was brave enough to take. It was a feeling of helplessness and exhilaration at the same time. I know that feeling well, for that is the emotion attached to a passive rape fetish. It’s a feeling akin to climbing that first hill of a rollercoaster. Excitement at what lies beyond the crest, fear about how its going to happen, but a helplessness that all you can do is watch the crest get closer and closer … and you know you can’t get off.
Wendy and Louie (not their real names) prefer to remain unidentifiable, and asked me not to publish how or where they met, however I can tell you that Wendy met Louie shortly after her second experience with a chikan (described above). Thus, we skip ahead, and return to the discussion where they were having their fits of confession. At some point the conversation turned to chikaning, initially in third person, but gradually shifting to first person. Fifteen year old Wendy, relatively unsophisticated compared to Louie, spoke way too enthusiastically about how a woman “might be able” to enjoy the attention of a chikan, gaining Louie a segue into converting Wendy into his ultimate dream girl.
Louie heard of chijos but didn’t believe they actually existed. He never dreamed he would ever encounter one, let alone be going out with one. Wendy didn’t tell Louie of her two episodes with the chikans, but Louie’s mind was racing with images of the sexual adventures she can provide for him. The thought of watching other chikans getting off on his teen beauty was arousing to an extreme. And even better – talking about chikans got HER just as horny.
It wasn’t long before the discomfort of early intercourse vanished for Wendy, and our lovers were looking for every opportunity to “fuck”, difficult to do when they both lived with their parents. And it wasn’t long before they capitalized on Wendy’s enjoyment of chijo to dabble in what would become a fun and exciting fetish for them.
Their modus operandi went like this. The most popular chikaning lines are trains with long non-stop runs. They would scope out the subway platforms looking for chikans. Chikans are easy to spot. They are the guys walking back and forth staring at girls’ legs, and positioning themselves behind girls that look like easy targets. Whereas the chikans hunted girls, our lovers hunted chikans. Wendy would project the appearance of a super-easy target by wearing a hiked-up school skirt, and looking and acting like a special needs student. They were even able to acquire a blouse with the emblem of a school that caters to special needs children. To the average chikan, Wendy was the personification of a wet dream – a hot mentally retarded Chinese teenager in a hiked-up mini skirt with long bare legs and a perfect ass.
They developed a nose for the more seasoned, bolder chikans, and these were their ideal “playmates”. In most cases it wasn’t necessary to hunt for them, as Wendy was enough of a calling card. Louie would always be right next to Wendy, but the two pretended they were not together. On the train Louie would right away act as a more aggressive chikan than their target. He would feel up her legs with wide strokes, making sure the target chikan sees his hand disappear under her skirt. In the meantime, Wendy would maintain her “stupid retard look” (her words).
The encounter with Louie would escalate very fast. At some point, “Wendy the retard” would “inadvertently” turn her backside towards Louie. Immediately Louie would draper her skirt over his hips, press tightly against her backside, and appear as though he was fumbling for something under her skirt. Wendy would then slowly transition to her submissive butt-high serpentine arch-back posture. The two would wait about 5 seconds then at the same time Louie would put a subtle “surprised delight” expression on his face, and Wendy would grimace like a mentally retarded girl who suddenly felt something she didn’t like. But aside from the grimace and an occasion head shake, Wendy would do nothing to stop the wrongness going on under her skirt, remaining still and quiet while “Louie the chikan” allows the rocking motion of the train to mask his intrusion into heaven. An intrusion that would force a decisive end in 10 seconds. Like any good chikan, Louie would signal the ecstasy of the end with subtle eye flutters, and facial twitches, making sure the target chikan “gets it”. Wendy, being a retarded special needs student, is not capable of hiding the horror of what just happened to her, so her facial expressions are more obvious. Yet, she does nothing to stop it. Louie then does what all chikans do – he steps away from the girl, unwittingly making room at Wendy’s backside for the target chikan, her body remaining in that inviting butt-high arch and her face returning to the blank retarded look.
Of course Wendy is not really retarded, and Louie did not actually fuck her nor did he cum, for the real fun is yet to begin. It starts with a glance at the facial expression of a chikan who knows he’s about to get a piece of paradise beyond his wildest dreams. Wendy quickly turns her backside back to the target chikan, parses her legs slightly open, and arches her butt up above his belt line. She then remains still and waits. Wendy finds this to be the most exciting point of the encounter, even more than the actual molestation.
The chikan starts with his hands on her legs and quickly raises them under her skirt to find her pantiless and with a copiously lubed vagina. Wendy tells me that about half of them insert a finger and either cum spontaneously in their pants or jerk off to completion. The other half … well, let’s put it this way. The sexual intensity during a full penetrative rape is overwhelming. Most rapists will tell you that the feeling of initial penetration during rape is so exhilarating that it’s more akin to a cocaine rush than a burst of sexual sensation, especially if the girl is unable or unwilling to resist it. That half now knows this first hand. In most cases the chikan will last no more than four or five pumps, but his orgasm will be explosive … and potentially addictive. Wendy laments that her fear is turning some of them into habitual rapists.
It’s hard for us in the west to understand how a train can be so crowded that a literal rape can occur under a girl’s skirt without anyone else being aware of it, and without the girl being able to move away from it. Perhaps this video will explain it better. This video was taken in the winter, but in the summer those women would be more scantly clad.
Wendy and Louie tell me getting this to happen is like shooting fish in a barrel. They can hit between 3 and 5 chikans during a typical rush hour. Watching this happen is extremely arousing to Louie. Louie will then finish his own orgasm at Wendy’s backside as her last chikan of the day.
If all this sounds strikingly similar to the Western sexual practise known as “dogging”, it’s not a coincidence. Dogging and chijo share the same mindset, and are conducted in a similar fashion. The main difference is the venue. Until recently, there was no dogging in Asia. Asian culture places high importance to “face” and social stature, so much so that they are even reluctant to admit shameful acts to themselves. During a chikan/chijo encounter the perversion is hidden both visually and psychologically. A simple pretence of innocence is all that’s required to turn deviance into a normal train ride. But there’s no way to hide the perversion of going to a dogging site or adult theatre … or even a swinger event. Up until recently, chijo was actually more widespread than swinging in China.
When Wendy turned 18 the couple began swinging. The swinger lifestyle is illegal in China, swingers clubs don’t exist, and people never let on that they are swingers. The way to find them is on the internet, where they advertise using innocent sounding code words. Even there, swingers must be careful as the Chinese government closely monitors internet communication. In China swinger encounters are not free and open, but tense and highly sexually charged. It is accepted that names are false, and etiquette is that no one ever asks what your real name is or what you do for a living, etc. Unlike in the West, there is no such thing as a “social” swinger. Swinger events occur in dark rooms in people’s homes, and are very sexually intense. They usually involve two or three couples, but rarely more than that.
Wendy is now 23, married to Louie, and attending graduate school in Toronto. That is all the identifying information I’m at liberty to say. Despite their swinger experiences in China, at the Toronto swingers clubs they are fun, outgoing, and very social. The chikan/chijo fetish is unheard of in Toronto, and impossible to do on a Western subway anyway. But I have introduced them to dogging and adult theatre sex, and they love it. Wendy calls adult theatre sex “chijo in the dark”. It is fascinatingly horny to watch Wendy in action.
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